Scene: Wild-haired Kid With Big Eyes Walking Back And Forth Next To The Phone. Note, The Words In Quotes Appear Over His Head.

Kid: "Happy Birthday, Miss --" ... Uh ... Er ... Nah! "Why, Hello There, Miss Jones, I ... " Er -- Er, No, That's Not Right.

A Friend Enters, (two Seconds Of Traffic Sounds). Friend Is Bald, With BB Eyes.

Friend: Came Right Over, What's Cooking?

Kid: It's My Teacher. It's Her Birthday And I Want To Call Her Up. I Want To Tell Her Something Special.

Friend: How About "Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You"--

Kid Frowns: Nah, Everybody Says That!

Friend: Welllll, How About "Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue"--

Kid Scrunches Up His Face In Disgust At This.

Kid: Nah, I Wanna Tell Her Something Different! Something, I'll Think Of Something!

(begins To Carefully Dial. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.)

Miss Jones Answers, In A Low, Sensuous Voice: Hello?

Kid: "Happy Birthday Miss Jones, You Sure Got Nice--bones!"

Kid Winces, CLICK.

Friend: Well, It Was Different All Right.