Stork Improv

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It has come to the attention of NewStorkCity financial officials that the NewStork StorkExchange has collapsed.

Bad this time.

And yes ordinarily it skyrockets days afterwards and we all walk away richer than before.
We all know this.
We are birds.

But if it doesnt this time, we are here to tell you that it doesn't matter.
We, the brave citizens of this great city, NewStorkCity, would rebuild.
We are strong.
We are birds.
We run this whole place all by ourselves and didn't even need to look that much stuff up to do it.

Tonight Buttermilk comes to visit. We love them. We love our town and the weather in it. Come celebrate life.

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INT. OF A COFFEE SHOP, NOT A SPECIFIC DATE OR SEASON
WOMAN: Hey, I heard Crocodile Nasties has one month left of their run on Sunday nights.
MAN: No way! I still haven’t been to one of their incredibly well attended, universally loved improv shows. That’s definitely on me, and is something that weighs heavy on my heart with every passing day.
Woman: What! No way! We have to go. This month has a killer lineup that’s simply not to be missed. I would definitely go again.
Man: Ok! That sounds great. I’m in!
Woman: Great. It’s a date. See you there.
Man: Wait, what, we never decided on what day we sh——
The WOMAN turns into a crow, and pecks the man’s eyes until he’s bleeding and dead (from shock.) She flies into the window, stunning herself. The BARISTA finishes oiling his saddle, throws it across the HORSE that’s been standing in the corner of the room, and rides into the waterfall. The curse has been lifted. Crystal Valley and its people will finally know peace.