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July 2007
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August 2007
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  Night of the Living Polka

FADE IN:

EXT. AERIAL SEQUENCE OVER DAIRY COUNTRY. EVENING

Our point of view is gently bobbing up and down as we simulate the perspective of a stork flying over the country near the small town of EUCHRE in the mythic midwest. Below us we see a farmer driving his tractor, in a heartbeat we zoom down into and under his skin and can see what heís made out of at the genetic level. Wrong stuff, a buzzer sounds, red lights flash, we flap back up to cruising altitude.

As the big bird zooms over the quaint and rough mainstreet, we shoot down to examine the DNA of a girl on a swing, a priest trying to start a car, and the sound of a squawk draws a startled look from a woman on the street.

On the hill over looking Euchre, underneath the evening star is lovers lane, and our stork coasts down towards a fancy convertible where a beautiful young couple is making out passionately on the back seat. This is a young and vital OSCAR BRUIN and his future wife, KITTY. As the stork approaches we hear polka music on the radio. They hear a squawk, break from their lip lock to look up:

KITTY
Hey, what kind of bird is that?


OSCAR
I dunno, looks like a stork. Hey, never mind, come back hereÖ.

The polka music rises. We see the car moving rythmically, and hear ecstatic voices of passion mixed in with the music.

BUDDY
(VOICE OVER)
Nine months later I came along, and it is said that the very first sound I heard was the sound of polka music. Polka music was in my blood.



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