Shane: I think Maven took my little promotional scheme the wrong way. He obviously isn't very happy about what I did. Right now it's probably in my best interest if I leave him and Nidia alone, besides I don't really trust a guy who drives around with a sledgehammer in his trunk, it really gives a 'Mafia' like impression. So Maven, if your listening, no hard feelings. Lets just put this beind us and go our seperate ways.

Shane walks away from the billboard. He moves along the street, pushing past various groups of people. He has a purpose and a specific direction he's moving in. A smile crosses his face as he thinks about what he has planned. After several more minutes of walking the sidewalk Shane comes to a stop. In front of his stands a McDonalds. Many people rush in and out of it's doors. It's the lunch time rush, the perfect time for an audience.

Shane: I caught you last promo Mr. Smith. I've got to hand it to you lighting my poster on fire was really creative, I really don't know how I'm going to top that.

A devilish smile creeps across Shane's face. He walks up to the McDonald's and enters.

As he steps through the entrance a handfull of people look up from their meals. It only takes them a second to get a look at Shane. They notice his Adidas basketball shoes and cargo shorts. His blue flame shirt is open at the front. His hair is gelled up and a pair of CK sunglasses rest on his forehead. In his left hand Shane holds an unmarked plastic bag.

Shane moves into the closest line and waits to reach the front. The line moves slowly, too slowly for Shane. He step out of place and pushes his way to the counter. Once he reaches the counter the cashier is there to greet him and give him his free smile.

Cashier: Hello sir. What can I get you today?

Shane: I'll have 4 large Coke's and 12 Big Macks.

The cashier looks at Shane curiously.

Cashier: Is that everything?

Shane: No, can I also have a garbage bag full of french fries?

The cashier gives Shane an uneasy response.

Cashier: Alright.....is that for here or to go?

Shane: You'd better make it for here.

A puzzled look crosses the cashier's face. She wants to argue with Shane about the insanity of his order, but she can't. The customer is always right. She punches up the order and walks off to try and prepare it. As soon as she turns her back Shane hops the counter. He reaches into the bag he was carrying and pulls out a sock. He slips it onto his hand, then crouches down behind the counter. Slowly he sticks the sock hand up above the counter.

People stand in line staring at the funny little sock puppet on Shane's hand.

Shane: This, people, is Travis Smith. Notice his little googley eyes and drawn on hair. Pay close attention to the felt tounge that is hanging out of his mouth, it's his most important asset. Isn't that right Travis?

The puppet shakes it's head up and down.

Shane: What do you want to say to these people?

Travis the Sock: I am Travis, Travis Smith. I love to talk and talk and talk. Talking is my favorite thing in the world to do. I talk a lot, a whole lot, but I don't say anything.

Shane: Really Travis, I never would have guessed.

Travis the Sock: It's true. I can talk all day and say nothing. In fact I'm saying nothing right now.

Shane: Why don't you tell us about your TV Title.

Travis the Sock: I like my TV Title. It's big and gold and shiney.

Shane's free hand creeps up from below the counter. In his hand he has a little felt TV Title. He sticks it on Travis the Sock.

Travis the Sock: My TV Title makes me feel important. I carry it everywhere I go. I even sleep with it. When my mommy makes me take a bath I wear it. It makes me feel like a big boy.

Shane: Oh and we all know what a big boy you are.

Travis the Sock shakes his head up and down.

Travis the Sock: My mommy said I grew 2 inches in the last week.

Shane: Well that's a great accomplishment. You deserve a french fry.

Shane reaches down and picks up a french fry that's laying on the foor. With his free hand his reaches up and puts it in the sock's mouth. Travis the Sock attempts to eat it but it just falls out of his mouth.

Shane: Do you happen to have anything to say about Shane Jackson?

Travis the Sock: Shane made fun of me, so I burnt his picture. He wants to give me a peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich on Saturday. I like peanutbutter and jelly. I don't like Shane. I want him to go away.

Shane: I don't think the "Natural Wonder" is that easy to get rid of.

Travis the Sock: My mommy said not to talk to strangers. Shane is a stranger. I shouldn't talk to him.

Shane: Mmmm your mommy sounds smart.

Travis the Sock: She is smart. She told me so. My mommy says I'm cool and handsome. I like my mommy.

At this point many of the McDonald's patrons are laughing at Shane's production.

Travis the Sock: Are you laughing at me? Why? Did I mess myself?

Shane: Don't worry Travis, they aren't laughing at you....much.

Suddenly Travis the Sock's little, red, felt tongue falls out.

Travis the Sock: Oh mo. My counge came off agaim. Ik's ze firb ime iss momf.

Shane: What's that you say Travis? I can't understand you, your tongue fell out.

Shane reaches up with his free hand and picks up Travis's tongue off the counter an stick it back in his mouth.

Travis the Sock: I said...Oh no. My tongue came off again. It's the third one this month.

Shane: Really I didn't know tongue's came off.

Travis the Sock: It's 'cause I talk so much. I'm tired I want a nap.

Travis the Sock puts his head down on the counter to sleep.

Shane: Alright Travis. You've had a big day and you need your rest for Saturday.

Shane stands up from behind the counter. He pulls Travis off his arm and stick him back in the plastic bag. Shane hops back over the counter just as the cashier comes back with his garbage bag full of french fries.

Cashier: Here you go sir. You french fries are done. I'll have your drinks and Big Mack's finished in a few minutes.

Shane: Oh that's OK. I've decided to go and eat at Wendy's. Sorry.

Shane turns and walks out of McDonald's as the perplexed cashier just stand behind the counter staring at him.