INT. CRAIG'S CAR ON DINOSAUR HIGHWAY
CRAIG and TODD carpool to work. Craig is driving, Todd's
neck is awkwardly bent to fit in the car. They're drinking
coffee and listening to conservative talk radio.
And what about these
omnivores. You either eat
meat or you don't. Every
red-blooded carnivore knows-
Can you turn this off? I don't
agree with his opinions.
Craig turns off the radio. He looks up and brakes.
Well that's just great. The
freeway is totally gridlocked.
It's bumper-to-bumper. We
should've gotten on I-95.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Todd sticks his head out the window to look.
Must've been an accident. I hope
everyone has insurance.
It's probably just rubbernecking.
Todd sheepishly pulls his head back in the window.
We're definitely gonna be late.
I'm calling the boss.
I'll do it. It's illegal to use a
cell phone while operating a motor
Todd takes out a cell phone and dials.
CUT TO: TERRY'S OFFICE. Terry's desk phone rings. He
reaches for it several times, but his T-Rex arms are too
BACK TO: Craig and Todd in the car.
No answer. I'd email him, but I
don't own a smart phone.
(turning to Todd)
I hope he doesn't make us use a
They bump into the car in front of them.
Uggg. A fender bender. Can this
commute get any worse?
A monstrous SPINOSAURUS gets out of the car in front of them
and roars. He picks up Craig and Todd's car with his mouth.
In CLIMACTIC 3D, the Spinosaurus bashes the car into the
ground, throws it, and generally tries to tear it up.
Talk about road rage.
Craig rolls down his window as the mayhem continues.
We should exchange information.