We open on a massive, pristine beach where a bunch of laid-back, cool-lookin' twentysomethings are engaged in a vague, perpetual beach party around seventeen bonfires.
AUSSIE BEACH PAHHTY!!! I'm genna drive me Jeep into the bloody ocean!
SOUNDS KILLAH!!! Hey Kangaroo Steve, toss me some shrimp though a wave of bread crumbs so they hit each other in mid aiyah!!
RIGHT-O! Just cuttin off a slivera steak and crumblin little thingies on top in slow mo! CRIKEY! It's so tasty I'm genna jump off this friggin cliff inta turquoise water!!!
YEW CALL THAT A KNOOYFE?? Jest kiddin! Hey Waterskiing Santa, pass me that drawn buttah, I wanna dunk some lobstah in it way too haahd so it splashes EVERYWHEYAH!
Don't feget ta squeeze a lemon in the air near that lobstah! And help yahself to some salad with tumbling croutons or soup that's clearly just a bowl o' cream with three tiny green onions! Aftah we each eat a giant-ass fried onion, as all us Australians constantly do!
HOLY KOALA DINGOS EVERYONE! Heeah comes one o' those planes with the water landeroos! And it's full o' cake with a buncha red fruit shit drippin off it!
LET'S THROW BOOMERANGS AT IT!
BEST BLOOMIN' BEACH PAHHTY EVEAH!!!!!!
Should one of us staht an economy or something?
(Gets hit by 18 buttery boomerangs. Scene.)