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The Kitchen Space Race
The scene opens in a cluttered kitchen. USA is…
The Kitchen Space Race
The scene opens in a cluttered kitchen. USA is frantically trying to mix something in a bowl with a whisk, making a huge mess. He's wearing a chef's hat that's slightly askew.
USA: "Alright, commie! I'm making the fastest rocket-cake ever! It's got layers of pure freedom and sprinkles of democracy! It's going to the Moon!"
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ussr, usa and china starts making the space ships click on the spaceship that you think could win
a for usa and b for china and c for ussr
out of nowhere china rolls in China: "Aiya! You two so loud. China will make Moon-noodles! Very long! Very strong! Can reach Moon and back!"
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USSR: "My turn! For Mother Russia! To the Moon, Moon-bread!" USSR slams down on the toaster lever. The toaster explodes in a shower of sparks, sending the bread flying directly into the ceiling, where it embeds itself with a thud. USSR: "Is good! Is... 'soft landing' on ceiling! Very successful!"
USA: " My turn now three... two... one... LIFTOFF, BABY!" USA pushes his cake. It slides off the stool, wobbles, and then face-plants onto the kitchen floor with a sad splat. USA: "Darn it! Too much frosting!" :
China has an incredibly long strand of noodle that is currently stretching across the entire kitchen, threatening to entangle everything. He's holding one end, trying to aim it out the window.
China: "Hmph. Pathetic. Watch China!"China takes a deep breath and dramatically flings his incredibly long noodle. It flies out the open window, soaring into the sky.USA: "Whoa! It's actually going!"
The noodle continues to climb, stretching further and further, until it's just a thin line disappearing into the clouds.
China: "See? Very efficient! Now, who wants some more Moon-noodles? Is very delicious!"
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USA: "Three... two... one... LIFTOFF, BABY!" USA pushes his cake. It slides off the stool, wobbles, and then face-plants onto the kitchen floor with a sad splat. USA: "Darn it! Too much frosting!"
USSR: "My turn! For Mother Russia! To the Moon, Moon-bread!" USSR slams down on the toaster lever. The toaster explodes in a shower of sparks, sending the bread flying directly into the ceiling, where it embeds itself with a thud. USSR: "Is good! Is... 'soft landing' on ceiling! Very successful!"
China has an incredibly long strand of noodle that is currently stretching across the entire kitchen, threatening to entangle everything. He's holding one end, trying to aim it out the window.
China: "Hmph. Pathetic. Watch China!"China takes a deep breath and dramatically flings his incredibly long noodle. It flies out the open window, soaring into the sky.USA: "Whoa! It's actually going!"
The noodle continues to climb, stretching further and further, until it's just a thin line disappearing into the clouds.
China: "See? Very efficient! Now, who wants some more Moon-noodles? Is very delicious!"
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China has an incredibly long strand of noodle that is currently stretching across the entire kitchen, threatening to entangle everything. He's holding one end, trying to aim it out the window.
China: "Hmph. Pathetic. Watch China!"China takes a deep breath and dramatically flings his incredibly long noodle. It flies out the open window, soaring into the sky.USA: "Whoa! It's actually going!"
The noodle continues to climb, stretching further and further, until it's just a thin line disappearing into the clouds.
China: "See? Very efficient! Now, who wants some more Moon-noodles? Is very delicious!"
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USA: "Three... two... one... LIFTOFF, BABY!" USA pushes his cake. It slides off the stool, wobbles, and then face-plants onto the kitchen floor with a sad splat. USA: "Darn it! Too much frosting!"
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