IVIV: Handoff

[Robin Landseadel]

			NICK

	(thinking) The thick veil of pain lifted enough for me to eyeball the
	situation. Rococo! That sleazy weasel! How did he get in here?
	And what was he doing with that pickle in one hand, and my
	contract in the other? I had no choice! Nancy and the old butler
	were frozen with terror. I struggled quietly to my feet, and flung
	myself headfirst at Rococo's stomach! (grunt/struggle)

			NANCY

	Thank you! You.. .you've saved our life.

			NICK

	This ain't no time for ticker-tape parades, baby. Get me out of
	these ropes and into a good belt of scotch.

			CATHERWOOD

	Uh, let me, uh, hold that contract for you, Mr. Danger...

			NICK

	(paper yank)  I'll keep that contract, Catherwood! But you can take
	this pickle off of my hands.

			NANCY

	 Oh no, I think you better hold onto that, Nick.

			NICK

	Good thinking, Sweetheart. Lieutenant Bradshaw will need all of
	the evidence he can get.

			CATHERWOOD

	Uh, yes, heh heh, and you should stick around, too, Danger. You
	can, uh, help him put all the pieces together, you know? Heh heh
	heh heh...

			NICK

	Right!

			NANCY

	No!  A left! (punch)

			NICK

	Uh! (organ fwah) (thinking) I felt like I was being kicked in the
	head by the whole chorus line at Minski's! So Nancy was in on
	this caper! I felt myself going under. The biggest long-shot Louie
	at Hialeah wouldn't put a fin on my fate now. This time, something
	told me I was....out for lunch!  I even began to hear
	things...(melodramatic panting/sobbing under the following lines)

    			NANCY

	(echo)  I'll never forgive you, Nick...

			LT.  BRADSHAW

	(echo)  Keep your nose out of police business, Danger!

			CATHERWOOD

	(echo)  May I take your cat and coat, sir? (meow)

			   ROCKY

	(echo)  What about my pickle?!

                       ANNOUNCER

	(echo)  We'll be back to Nick Danger after this message...

			NICK

	(echo)  Aughhhhhhhh!!! (organ fwah) (end sequence)