(Jock and DJ are still trying to raise the two hundred grand.)
DJ: What are we going to do? We only have five days!
Jock: And your brother wants money too! He'll cap our asses if we don't get him money!
DJ: I don't want a cap in my ass!
Jock: Me neither!
(They cuddle in fear like Scooby Doo and Shaggy as the studio audience howl with laughter.)
DJ: How can we get some money?
Jock: We could...sell something...something big...
DJ: That's good, that's good thinking, but what?
Jock: I don't know, something really big...what's big...
DJ: Something big...
Jock: I know! An elephant!
(Studio audience woooooo.)
DJ: You think we should sell an elephant.
Jock: Yes!
DJ: We don't have an elephant.
Jock: We'll steal one!
DJ: From where?
Jock: Africa!
DJ: Africa.
Jock: No, that's silly...the zoo!
DJ: What zoo?
Jock: There's a zoo...in the next city. I think.
DJ: Does it have elephants?
Jock: I don't know!
DJ: Right. So we should steal an elephant from a zoo which may or may not exist and which may or may not have elephants. Using our elephant stealing skills.
Jock: Yes!
DJ: You know what? I'm pretty much done here...
(DJ starts to walk out as the studio audience gasp in confusion. But before he can leave, his brother X barges in with a gun. And a ho!)
X: Yo, nigga, where you runnin' at? You AIN'TS runnin' nowhere, dawgass! Not until I GETS my money!
Ho: I need some for crack baby!
X: You ain't on crack!
Ho: No, for crack baby. Our crack baby. Our baby who's hooked on crack!
X: Oh yeah, I forgot about him!
(Studio audience laugh.)
Jock: Hey, umm, "dawg", you said we had six days.
X: OH, THE WHITE MAN WANTS TO TALK TO ME NOW. SIX DAYS, WHITE MAN? YOU KNOW WHAT CAN HAPPEN IN SIXASS DAYS? I could get shot, whitey! I could get shot in my DICK! You want that to happen, huh? Is that what your whiteass is saying?
Jock: No!
X: I need the money NOW, biatch!
DJ: Look, brother, I don't know what happened to you, but we don't have any money!
X: OOOOOOOH, Uncle Tom's speaking to me now, huh? You so up with this WHITE FOOL now that you forgotten your roots, man!
DJ: That's where you're wrong! I'm SICK OF JOCK'S CRAP.
(Studio audience woooooo!)
X: Then help me shoot him and rob him blind!
DJ: No! Just because I've realised Jock is functionally retarded, doesn 't mean I'm going to turn into a criminal!
X: MAN, THAT'S WHITEASS TALK. We gots NOTHING, kid! We grew up BLACK in our BLACK HOUSE while the WHITE MAN makes all the money with their big fancy BUSINESS SUITS. You ain't with me you against me, you feel that?
Ho: Shot him too!
DJ: Don't shoot anyone, X, come on! This isn't you!
Ho: Man, I'm hungry, I want a crackburger, just shoot them both!
Jock: Now everyone just calm down! I have a plan to steal an elephant and that'll make us some money!
X: Where you goin' get an elephant at?
Jock: Africa!
X: AFRICA? MAN, YOU BEIN' RACIST UP IN HERE? YOU BEIN' A RACIST AT MY FACE, MAN?
Jock: No, I meant the zoo!
X: YOU SAYIN' I BELONG IN A ZOO! I KILL YOU!
(X SHOOTS JOCK IN THE STOMACH!)
DJ: NO!
X: Yes! And now to finish him off! I alays kill my mens in TWO SHOTS. That's how I roll!
(He starts to PULL THE TRIGGER to fire again but DJ DIVES IN THE WAY OF THE BULLET.)
X: MAN!
Ho: Shit!
DJ: Oouch, I've been shot!
X: Yo, I'm out of here! I'll tell mom and dad you moved to Canada!
(He grabs the ho and runs out. Jock and DJ lie on the floor side by side, bleeding out.)
Jock: This is the end.
DJ: I'm sorry for calling you a retard.
Jock: If only...we'd got that elephant...
DJ: I'm so cold...so cold...
(Jock reaches out with his hand. After a pause, DJ takes it.)
Jock: You're the best friend I ever had.
DJ: You too...
Jock: GURGLE.
DJ: SPLUTTER.
(THEY BOTH DIE.)
TO BE CONTINUED!?