<Intro Voice>
Previously, on Grey and The Mighty Trout:
Oh, Intro Voice, you're fantastic.
Yes, yes, I know Adoring Fan, I am great.
You've completely dominated the music world. Now no one will ever try and make new music, you're the ultimate definition of great music.
Yes, I am the personification of musical perfection, aren't I?
Yes, and to think you started out in this dinky little job, introducing some guy with a fish.
Oh, Grey wasn't all bad, he at least knew genius when he saw it. Pity I've put him out of work now -
What?
That could so have happened last time.
Okay, no it couldn't.
But it's still better than what really happened.
It is so!
Grey cured Jar Jar Bink's speech impediment, knocked his face back in, threw out his arm and let Jar Jar escape to try and become a member of a boy band. How is what I said not better?
Anyway, now, somewhere in Florida . . .
<End Intro Voice>
I said he'd turn up here eventually.
Shut up.
I'm just making sure you understand that I said Jar Jar would turn up in the United States eventually.
Look, we're still on his trail, we don't know if he's here or not. Florida is just a convenient stopping off point on the way to other places from Cuba. It's a trail, it's not proof that you were right.
Uh huh.
Shut up. Wait! Is that who I think it is?
Binks? Where? Let me at him!
No, not Jar Jar Binks, that's Melissa Joan Hart!
What the - oh no. Grey, I don't think we have time for this.
Out of the way. Excuse me, Melissa Joan Hart?
Yes?
I, uh, well, uh, that is, uh, I er, uh, uh, I, uh, well -
Oh boy.
Go away or keep quiet.
Fine, this is too painful to watch anyway.
What is?
You'll find out.
Uh, M-m-m-mellissa Joan Hart, uh, I, uh, well, er, uh, I, uh, that is, I uh was, uh, just, er, w-w-w-w-wondering, uh, if, uh, you, er, I, well, that is, uh, I you, er, was, er, I was, uh, well, uh, just, uh wondering, um, if, uh, that I, er, could, uh, well, uh, I, was, uh, if you, uh, could, uh, well, uh, we could, uh, go, er, uh, get a coffee or something, uh, well, um, or something like that?
What did you just try and say?
Well, uh, I, er, that is, well, er, I, uh, was, um, just, uh, well, uh, trying to sug-sug-sug-sug-suggest that uh, we, uh, maybe, uh, that is, uh, we, er, uh, that is, I was, uh, hoping, uh, that we, uh, maybe, uh, if we could, uh, maybe, uh, just uh, well, uh, sometime, uh, get a coffee, uh, maybe?
Okay, I'm really trying here, but I can't understand a thing you're saying.
I, uh, well, uh -
Enough of this. You, you look like you're associated with this babbling idiot.
Only minimally. As minimally as possible.
Can you at least explain to me who this guy is and what he's trying to say here?
This guy here, the babbling fool, is Grey.
Grey.
This thing I have here is The Mighty Trout.
Trout. Mighty.
Why is it a Mighty Trout?
Okay, Grey thwacks stupid people with The Mighty Trout. Don't ask why, it's what he does.
Then why do you have the Mighty Trout?
Trout.
A few weeks ago Grey tried to thwack Arnold Schwartzennegar for being a spokes person for the civilian humvee sales.
That was him?
Trout.
Yes. That did something in his arm, I don't know what but a couple of weeks back when he thwacked Jar Jar Binks he threw out his arm. Worse yet the failed thwackings resulted in a Jar Jar Binks capable of entering the Boy Band circuit.
So he's Grey?
Yep.
This is a Mighty Trout.
The Mighty Trout.
What's a "thwack"?
It's what The Mighty Trout does when it hits someone.
Who are you?
Blackbird.
Blackbird?
Yes.
But he's dressed in Grey, but you're . . .
Yes, I know, I'm a kind of grimy yellowish green. Don't ask why I just am.
So why are you here?
We're on the trail of Jar Jar Binks.
No, I mean why is he standing about babbling to me.
Trout. Trout.
He's Grey. He likes girls. I think he's trying to ask you out.
Yes, that's, uh, well, uh, well, uh, what I was trying to say, uh, yeah.
So he's asking me out?
Yes.
And he's Grey?
Yes.
He's a guy who runs around the world with a sidekick hitting people with a fish?
Well, I don't usually come along. I'm just here because I have a working right arm.
So normally this is a guy who runs around the world with a fish hitting people?
Pretty much.
So here's a guy who runs around hitting people with a fish who's not hitting people with a fish because he hit people with a fish too often, a guy with a stunted dress sense and a limited vocabulary is asking me, a beautiful young actress/producer/director/soon to be music star who can afford to buy and sell both of you several times over.
That's about the size of it.
Why?
Uh, well, uh, be-be-be-be-be-be-be-be-be-because, uh, I, uh, think, er, that, uh we, uh, well, uh, that is I, uh, think, er, maybe we, uh, could, uh, could, uh, well, I think, uh, that it's, er, not, uh, not impossible that, uh, well, uh, we could, uh, maybe, uh, love?
You think I could ever love you? I'm not sure if I should laugh or just be insulted.
What?
Isn't that a bit harsh?
Look at him.
Yeah, I know, but-
Leave.
B-b-b-b-but -
Leave now or I'll unleash my hired goons.
You have hired goons?
I'm a producer, of course I have access to hired goons.
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but -
Now.
Okay, okay. Come on Grey, we've got to find Jar Jar.
And if he gets a music career going before I do I'll send my hired goons after you!
Oh boy, motivation.
<Intro Voice>
And so Grey mopes off into the sunset, followed by Blackbird, who's carrying The Mighty Trout, sure to encounter stupidity again!
But let's be honest here, we really don't care much about stupidity in general, we want Jar Jar taken care of!
<End Intro Voice>
