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*Fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh, good eve-a-ning, me so happy you could join me for another night of Monsterpiece Theater; me your host Alistair Cookie, and tonight, me here to bring you that suspenseful spy tale of flora against fauna... though suspenseful spy tale of flora against fauna imported from Canada... look past that... and now, let us enjoy tonight's performance of... "Austin Flowers"...
*Fade to a garden somewhere in Austin, Texas, Green AM, dressed as a cowgirl waters her garden outside her house*
COWGIRL: Hoo-wee! Gonna be another scorcher today, huh fellas? *Continues watering* I just wish I could figure out what's happenin' to you guys back there...
*We see a dozen or so different flowers and plants in one section of the garden are riddled with holes, and are wilting terribly*
COWGIRL: Oh, I sure hope it ain't the drought, I know I'm conservin' m'water, but you guys should be getting plenty yourselves... I don't know what to do... *Finishes watering* Well, there we go, that should last ya till tomorrow... take it easy, fellas...
*The cowgirl heads for inside her house, when all of the sudden, two particular flowers in her garden - one with red pedals named Basil, and one with yellow pedals named Sidney ("That's How We Got Here" flower Muppets) slowly start shaking themselves*
BASIL: Ooh! That was brisk!
SIDNEY: Yeah, it sure felt good!
BASIL: Indeed, but something's gotta be done about those guys in the back there.
SIDNEY: It's not them we need to worry about... if there's one thing we have to worry about around this garden it's...
BASIL and SIDNEY: Dr. Weevil!
BASIL: Dr. Weevil has been a menace to this garden for far too long!
SIDNEY: He must be stopped... but how?
BASIL: Whatever it is, it can't be done inhumanely, otherwise, PETA will be on us.
SIDNEY: "Peteh" who? "Peteh" Pan? I don't know any "Petehs"...
BASIL: What an eerie coincidence...
*At the end of the garden, Dr. Weevil makes his entrance*
DR. WEEVIL: Gentleflowers... so good to see you again... forgive the intrusion, but as you can tell by the position of the sun, it is time for me now to enjoy my lunch, and since this is the only all-you-can-eat buffet in my visinity, I will have to help myself to some of your friends.
BASIL: So you admit you've been eating these other plants back here?
DR. WEEVIL: Oh, did I say that? Well, you'll have to forgive me, but after all, this is what they mean when they say "survival of the fittest".
SIDNEY: But we don't want to SURVIVE, we want to LIVE!
DR. WEEVIL: Don't we all kid, don't we all.
BASIL: You won't get away with this Dr. Weevil, one of these days, you'll have to answer to number two.
DR. WEEVIL: Oh please, you think the bowel movements of that neighborhood mutt is going to stop me? Heh! Don't you know weevils are beetles? Beetles are tough bugs, let me tell you, we can withstand almost anything!
SIDNEY: Is that true, Basil?
BASIL: Could be Sidney, could be... they have those hard, outercasings...
DR. WEEVIL: Are we through with the small talk?
BASIL and SIDNEY: Yes.
DR. WEEVIL: Oh goody, now if you'll excuse me, it is still my lunch time, so...
*Dr. Weevil heads over to more healthy flowers in the back of the garden, and begins to munch on the leaf of a plant in his path*
BASIL and SIDNEY: Hey!
BASIL: Cut this out at once, Dr. Weevil!
DR. WEEVIL: Make me...
SIDNEY: Don't make us uproot ourselves!
DR. WEEVIL: Oh dear, we wouldn't want that, now would we? *Titters*
SIDNEY: What are we gonna do, Basil?
BASIL: Fear not Sidney, I have a plan...
*Basil turns his head, and starts rustling the leaves on his stem; over on the other end of the garden, a peroscope emerges from the hole in the bottom of an over-turned flower pot. The peroscope turns in different directions before fixing its viewpoint on Dr. Weevil munching on one of the flowers. The peroscope is pulled back into the pot, and slowly, it's risen, allowing the flowers' secret agent, a crow named Nigel, to slip out*
SIDNEY: *Whispers* Think Nigel can help us?
BASIL: *Whispers* Of course, old chap...
*Nigel takes off again, and flies into the cowgirl's house through the open kitchen window; making sure the coast is clear, Nigel sees the cowgirl is sitting at her desk, typing an e-mail to a pen pal. She has her TV on, but isn't paying attention to it, as the news is on... and who wants to watch the news? Nigel flies over to the remote, going un-noticed, and changes the channel to a weather forecast, turning up the volume has he does*
TV ANNOUNCER: ... as the temperatures continue to rise well into the mid-to-upper 90s...
COWGIRL: Huh? *Faces TV*
TV ANNOUNCER: Coming up, how to protect your vegetation from unwanted visitors this season...
COWGIRL: ... Wait a minute...
*The cowgirl got up from her desk, and over to her kitchen window, where she peared out, and found Dr. Weevil munching on one of the flowers*
COWGIRL: That's it! That's what's ruining my flowers!
*Dr. Weevil continues enjoying his lunch, until he is suddenly imprisoned in some kind of glass containment*
DR. WEEVIL: Oh come on, what's this now?
*The cowgirl had placed a glass over Dr. Weevil, slowly and carefully she slips a piece of paper underneath, and lifts it up*
COWGIRL: So, you're the little critter who's been nipping at my plants, eh?
DR. WEEVIL: This is most embarrassing...
COWGIRL: Well, sorry little fella, but this garden is no place for the likes of you... I know a nice little spot up yonder where you can eat till your heart's content...
*The cowgirl walks off with Dr. Weevil in hand, as the flowers watch*
SIDNEY: Looks like we won't have to worry about Dr. Weevil for quite sometime...
BASIL: No, it sure doesn't... *Looks up* well done, Nigel.
NIGEL: *Sitting on the window sill* Quite alright, Basil.
*Fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: And so end "Austin Flowers"... tune in next week when we see exciting sequel - "Austin Flowers: The Flies Who Bugged Me", and the week after that when we see "Austin Flowers Take On Gold Diggers"... until then, this Alistair Cookie saying buh-bye from Monsterpiece Theater.
*Fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh, good eve-a-ning, me so happy you could join me for another night of Monsterpiece Theater; me your host Alistair Cookie, and tonight, me here to bring you that suspenseful spy tale of flora against fauna... though suspenseful spy tale of flora against fauna imported from Canada... look past that... and now, let us enjoy tonight's performance of... "Austin Flowers"...
*Fade to a garden somewhere in Austin, Texas, Green AM, dressed as a cowgirl waters her garden outside her house*
COWGIRL: Hoo-wee! Gonna be another scorcher today, huh fellas? *Continues watering* I just wish I could figure out what's happenin' to you guys back there...
*We see a dozen or so different flowers and plants in one section of the garden are riddled with holes, and are wilting terribly*
COWGIRL: Oh, I sure hope it ain't the drought, I know I'm conservin' m'water, but you guys should be getting plenty yourselves... I don't know what to do... *Finishes watering* Well, there we go, that should last ya till tomorrow... take it easy, fellas...
*The cowgirl heads for inside her house, when all of the sudden, two particular flowers in her garden - one with red pedals named Basil, and one with yellow pedals named Sidney ("That's How We Got Here" flower Muppets) slowly start shaking themselves*
BASIL: Ooh! That was brisk!
SIDNEY: Yeah, it sure felt good!
BASIL: Indeed, but something's gotta be done about those guys in the back there.
SIDNEY: It's not them we need to worry about... if there's one thing we have to worry about around this garden it's...
BASIL and SIDNEY: Dr. Weevil!
BASIL: Dr. Weevil has been a menace to this garden for far too long!
SIDNEY: He must be stopped... but how?
BASIL: Whatever it is, it can't be done inhumanely, otherwise, PETA will be on us.
SIDNEY: "Peteh" who? "Peteh" Pan? I don't know any "Petehs"...
BASIL: What an eerie coincidence...
*At the end of the garden, Dr. Weevil makes his entrance*
DR. WEEVIL: Gentleflowers... so good to see you again... forgive the intrusion, but as you can tell by the position of the sun, it is time for me now to enjoy my lunch, and since this is the only all-you-can-eat buffet in my visinity, I will have to help myself to some of your friends.
BASIL: So you admit you've been eating these other plants back here?
DR. WEEVIL: Oh, did I say that? Well, you'll have to forgive me, but after all, this is what they mean when they say "survival of the fittest".
SIDNEY: But we don't want to SURVIVE, we want to LIVE!
DR. WEEVIL: Don't we all kid, don't we all.
BASIL: You won't get away with this Dr. Weevil, one of these days, you'll have to answer to number two.
DR. WEEVIL: Oh please, you think the bowel movements of that neighborhood mutt is going to stop me? Heh! Don't you know weevils are beetles? Beetles are tough bugs, let me tell you, we can withstand almost anything!
SIDNEY: Is that true, Basil?
BASIL: Could be Sidney, could be... they have those hard, outercasings...
DR. WEEVIL: Are we through with the small talk?
BASIL and SIDNEY: Yes.
DR. WEEVIL: Oh goody, now if you'll excuse me, it is still my lunch time, so...
*Dr. Weevil heads over to more healthy flowers in the back of the garden, and begins to munch on the leaf of a plant in his path*
BASIL and SIDNEY: Hey!
BASIL: Cut this out at once, Dr. Weevil!
DR. WEEVIL: Make me...
SIDNEY: Don't make us uproot ourselves!
DR. WEEVIL: Oh dear, we wouldn't want that, now would we? *Titters*
SIDNEY: What are we gonna do, Basil?
BASIL: Fear not Sidney, I have a plan...
*Basil turns his head, and starts rustling the leaves on his stem; over on the other end of the garden, a peroscope emerges from the hole in the bottom of an over-turned flower pot. The peroscope turns in different directions before fixing its viewpoint on Dr. Weevil munching on one of the flowers. The peroscope is pulled back into the pot, and slowly, it's risen, allowing the flowers' secret agent, a crow named Nigel, to slip out*
SIDNEY: *Whispers* Think Nigel can help us?
BASIL: *Whispers* Of course, old chap...
*Nigel takes off again, and flies into the cowgirl's house through the open kitchen window; making sure the coast is clear, Nigel sees the cowgirl is sitting at her desk, typing an e-mail to a pen pal. She has her TV on, but isn't paying attention to it, as the news is on... and who wants to watch the news? Nigel flies over to the remote, going un-noticed, and changes the channel to a weather forecast, turning up the volume has he does*
TV ANNOUNCER: ... as the temperatures continue to rise well into the mid-to-upper 90s...
COWGIRL: Huh? *Faces TV*
TV ANNOUNCER: Coming up, how to protect your vegetation from unwanted visitors this season...
COWGIRL: ... Wait a minute...
*The cowgirl got up from her desk, and over to her kitchen window, where she peared out, and found Dr. Weevil munching on one of the flowers*
COWGIRL: That's it! That's what's ruining my flowers!
*Dr. Weevil continues enjoying his lunch, until he is suddenly imprisoned in some kind of glass containment*
DR. WEEVIL: Oh come on, what's this now?
*The cowgirl had placed a glass over Dr. Weevil, slowly and carefully she slips a piece of paper underneath, and lifts it up*
COWGIRL: So, you're the little critter who's been nipping at my plants, eh?
DR. WEEVIL: This is most embarrassing...
COWGIRL: Well, sorry little fella, but this garden is no place for the likes of you... I know a nice little spot up yonder where you can eat till your heart's content...
*The cowgirl walks off with Dr. Weevil in hand, as the flowers watch*
SIDNEY: Looks like we won't have to worry about Dr. Weevil for quite sometime...
BASIL: No, it sure doesn't... *Looks up* well done, Nigel.
NIGEL: *Sitting on the window sill* Quite alright, Basil.
*Fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: And so end "Austin Flowers"... tune in next week when we see exciting sequel - "Austin Flowers: The Flies Who Bugged Me", and the week after that when we see "Austin Flowers Take On Gold Diggers"... until then, this Alistair Cookie saying buh-bye from Monsterpiece Theater.
