INT. GRANDAD'S LIVING ROOM
GRANDAD, old, doddery, sits on a comfy armchair. Little TOBY, 9, sits opposite, looking glum.
GRANDAD
And what's the matter with you, young man?
TOBY
It's nothing really, Grandad. We're going on a school trip tomorrow, canoeing, and I've never been before and I'm a bit nervous, that's all.
GRANDAD
Oh, Toby, come here. Your old Grandad'll tell you a story.
Toby sits on Grandad's knee.
GRANDAD (CONT'D)
I knew a boy, very much like you, and he had to do something new and he was a little worried about it. And do you know what happened to him?
TOBY
No.
GRANDAD
Heh heh. Ah, well, he was ... now where was it... there was a boat... and he was... was his name Toby? Well, young Toby, he... did I mention a boat? And there was, oh it was awful, I'd never seen anything like it. Anyway, cut a long story short, there was young Toby, sitting in a pile of his own intestines, thick, black fluid leaking from every hole in his tattered young body, and do you know what he said to me?
TOBY
N-no.
GRANDAD
Shame. Wish I could remember. What were we talking about? Oh, you look worried. Cheer up, it might never happen.
Toby starts to cry. Grandad brings out a paper bag.
GRANDAD (CONT'D)
Would you like a toffee?
SKETCH ENDS.
Edited by Aaron.