INT. OFFICE - DAY
IT'S LUNCHTIME IN THE OFFICE AND TONY AND KEN ARE EATING AT THEIR DESKS. TONY IS ON HIS COMPUTER.
TONY
Hey, what's your postcode?
KEN
G116BZ. Why?
TONY TYPES ON HIS KEYBOARD.
TONY
I'm putting it into google earth. You can see a sattelite picture of your house.
KEN LOOKS PANIC STRICKEN
KEN
NO!
TONY
Yeah! You can zoom right in and everything. There it is…
ON TONY'S COMPUTER SCREEN WE SEE A SATELLITE VIEW OF A SUBURBAN STREET.
TONY
Hang on, what's that? Zoom in...
TONY CLICKS HIS MOUSE.
KEN
Hey, is that the time?
TONY
There's something in your back garden. What the hell is that? Zoom…
TONY CLICKS HIS MOUSE AGAIN.
KEN
Maybe we should get back to work, eh?
TONY
It's a massive chicken. You've got a bloody massive chicken in your back garden. Look!
WE SEE THE SATTELITE PICTURE OF KEN'S HOUSE. IT DOES INDEED HAVE A HUGE CHICKEN IN THE BACK GARDEN.
TONY
That is mad!
KEN LOOKS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS AS HE SLUMPS INTO HIS CHAIR.
KEN
I suppose it had to come out eventually...
TONY
It must have flew across when they were taking the photo.
KEN
What? Oh, yes! Yes, that's it! That's exactly it! A flying chicken just flying over my house... at the exact moment that photo was taken. That's why it looks so bloody huge!
TONY
Mad.
TONY HEADS OFF FOR A COFFEE. KEN BREATHES A HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF.
KEN GOES INTO HIS DRAWER AND TAKES OUT HIS LUNCH – A SLICE OF BOILED EGG WRAPPED IN CLING FILM. IT'S ABOUT THE SIZE OF A CAR TYRE.
END