INT. FRONT ROOM –DAY
MUM and DAD are sitting down. LITTLE JIMMY is unwrapping his present.
JIMMY:
Oh, Daddy! Thank you!
DAD:
(BEAMING) You're welcome son, we know how much you wanted a dog. (PROUDLY) It's not just any old mongrel, it's a pedigree breed.
MUM:
Now remember, Jimmy, a dog's for life, not just for Christmas.
DAD:
Well, darling, I'm afraid this dog is. You see, this breed has a genetic disorder which gives it a tendency to explode before it reaches maturity.
JIMMY, CRYING RUNS OUT
DAD:
What? I thought little boys loved explosions