EXT. THEORY MANSION:
UNCLE EDDIE (VO): "(Cry of anguish) Aaaaagh! I can't find my keys! I have to be somewhere and I can't find my keys!"
UNCLE EDDIE (VO): "Tracy, you're my secretary...do you know where my keys are?"
TRACY: "Sorry Uncle Eddie, I haven't seen them. Have you tried the living room?"
TRACY: "Sorry Uncle Eddie, I haven't seen them. Have you tried the living room?"
UNCLE EDDIE (VO): "Florence! Have you seen my keys?"
FLORENCE: "Keys? Hmmm...no keys around here. Maybe they slipped into a crack in one of the sofas."
UNCLE EDDIE (VO): "Hi, Weirdina. Have you seen my keys?"
WEIRDINA: "Sorry Uncle Eddie, I can't think about that now! I'm writing a poem. It's about famine and pestilence and man's inhumanity to man!"
UNCLE EDDIE (VO): "Oh, uh...right. Sorry I interrupted."
UNCLE EDDIE (VO): "Penelope...do you know anything about my keys?"
PENELOPE: "Keys? Mmmmm, no. No keys here."
MONICA: "Nope, sorry. Ask Tracine."
TRACINE: "Maybe you left them in the car. (Then, shouting down to the street) MINERVA! SEE IF UNCLE EDDIE'S KEYS ARE IN HIS CAR!"
ON THE STREET:
ON THE STREET:
MINERVA (VO): Hi, little boy! Will you take these keys and give them to Uncle Eddie inside the house?
...hey wait a minute! Where's my jacket!? TRAAAAACYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!"