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{Open to SI and Jontof (both wearing a suit) at a desk}

STRONG INTELLIGENT: Hello, and welcome to the twelve o' clock news at five.

JONTOF: In recent weeks, something....um...happened.

STRONG INTELLIGENT: What? How can you not remember this Tuesday?

JONTOF: Um...that Hitler film?

STRONG INTELLIGENT: Ugh...get somebody that knows what's going on!

JONTOF: ...But!

{The screen flashes white, before fading back to the smae scene except with Hiccup (in a suit) in Jontof's place.}

STRONG INTELLIGENT: Hello, and welcome to the twelve o' clock news at five.

HICCUP: What? Why am I wearing a suit? You're aware I'm female, right? Geez, at least give me some make-up! I'm on TV!

{SI facepalms}

STRONG INTELLIGENT: {Sighs} Please...can you just say what happened this week? I forgot.

{There is an uncomfortable silence. SI then looks up, realising what he just said.}

STRONG INTELLIGENT: Wait, what? NO I DIDN'T SAY THAT, I DIDN'T SAY-

{The screen again flashes white, before changing to Oreo in SI's place, wearing a suit, and Hiccup, now in a red dress and wearing lipstick}

OREO: Hi, and welcome to the when the small hand points at five clcok news!

HICCUP: Recently, Barack Obama was inuagrated.

OREO: And that's all about that.

HICCUP: Again, Recently, SI has started playing half-life.

OREO: He believes Lamarr is awesome.

HICCUP: Which isn't true, and half-life sucks.

OREO: What's a half-life?

HICCUP: 'Yknow, let's just go to the weather.

{Cut to Greg (in his ordinary apparrell) in front of a map of New Zealand}

GREG: Thsi week it was cold. I gathered this from when I went outside on Thursday. But coldness isn't why I wear this beanie hat. I just have really bad hair. As you can see here.

{Greg takes off his hat, and as he does, a mass of hair sticking up comes out.}

GREG: Cool isn't it?

{Greg takes a step to the left and a camera falls off the ceiling, the sparks then fall off and hit the map, setting it on fire.}

GREG: EVERYBODY GET OUT! GRAB MY SIXTY-FOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

{Static. End.}