INT. WORKSHOP - DAY
STEVE (30's; WEARING A MAGNIFYING GLASS HEADSET) SITS OVER A RAISED TABLE WITH A LAMP (NOT ON) ABOVE A SMALL BLOCK OF WOOD. HE IS USING WHAT LOOKS LIKE A DENTAL PICK ON A SEEMINGLY INVISIBLE OBJECT. HE SUDDENLY ROCKS BACK AS IF TO SNEEZE; HE MANAGES TO HOLD IT IN AND RESUMES 'SCULPTING'. HE STRAINS TO SEE THEN PUTS A PLUG IN TO A GANG LEAD; THE LIGHT DOESN'T COME ON BUT THE FAN AT THE SIDE BEGINS TO BLOW; HE QUICKLY JUMPS OVER AND SMACKS THE OFF BUTTON. STEVE MOPS HIS BROW AND RESUMES 'SCULPTING'. A GUST OF WIND BLOWS SOME PAPER ON TO THE FLOOR; STEVE HURRIES TO THE OPEN WINDOW AND SHUTS IT. HE SITS BACK DOWN AND EXHALES IN RELIEF; HE REACTS AS IF HE HAS JUST BLOWN IT AWAY. HE BEGINS CHECKING ALL OVER THE FLOOR. ENTER JON.
JON
What are you doing down there?
STEVE
I was working on the circus tent and accidentally blew it away. What are we going to do?!
JON
The circus tent? No, I put that away last night.
STEVE
So what did you leave on the block last night?
JON
Nothing.
STEVE
Oh.
STEVE GETS UP OFF THE FLOOR AND DUSTS HIMSELF OFF LOOKING MILDLY EMBARRASSED.
END OF SKETCH
