An aged man - The Colonel - wearing a military uniform stands on a balcony, peering into the night's sky through binoculars. In the background we can hear muffled bangs. A younger man, wearing a flying outfit and goggles, enters and stands next to The Colonel.
Stiffy
Good evening, Colonel.
The Colonel
Ah, good evening Stiffy. Are you ready?
Stiffy
As ready as the day I was trained Sir.
The Colonel
That's the spirit. Off you go then. Good luck.
Stiffy
Thankyou, Colonel.
The camera shows, from a distance, a plane moving down a runway and beginning to take off. It then cuts back to The Colonel, alone and looking through his binoculars.
The Colonel
Good lad. Good lad Stiffy.
Stiffy
Thankyou, Sir.
Stiffy is standing alongside The Colonel, holding a remote control. The camera cuts to pictures of a small remote control aeroplane darting through the air, while brightly coloured fireworks burst throughout the sky.
The Colonel
I'd be with you you know Stiffy, if it wasn't for this DAMNED arthritis.
Stiffy
I know Sir.