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Situation: Comedy|Part 2

(Y/N) is greeted by a cow upon opening the set's door. They decide to ignore that detail and gaze at the southern furniture with a sunnier color palette, along with the walls' pattern somewhat akin to an Asian grandparents' wallpaper from the 1980s.

The three walk over to The Director. Sam looks back at the set door then back at her.

"Weren't you just...?" Sam gestures at the door they walked through just a few seconds ago.

"I think she just defied the laws of physics."

The Director adjusts the camera facing the rural set, "Sorry. You'd be amazed how many times a day I have to do that. Things tend to be hectic here."

"Doesn't bother us a bit," Sam shakes his head, "Sam & Max, consummate professional actors, reporting for duty."

Max chuckles to himself, "HEh! You said, "Doody," Sam."

"I knew you guys were right for this show!" 

"Speaking of which," (Y/N) adds, "Could you explain the show a bit?"

"Ok, here's the drill. On "Midtown Cowboys," you play a pair of cattle ranchers trying to raise a heard in an apartment in Manhattan."

"My uncle Ernie did that, except it was pigs. And not in an apartment," Max shrugs and sticks his tongue out.

"I only see one cow," (Y/N) cranes their body around to look at the cow chewing on something they can't quite identify, confirming Sam's blunt statement.

The Director's frowns sharper, "It's a small herd. You're struggling, okay ?"

"Ok."

"Now, you've got this landlord, Mr. Featherly, who has a very strict no-cows policy."

"Devilishly inconvenient!"

"I begin to see where the hilarity sprouts," Max makes a funny while nodding.

"Yes," The Director points back down at Max, "Featherly is always barging in, and you try to hide the fact that you have a cow in the apartment."

(Y/N) gives a look of slight astonishment at the synopsis, "And I thought I had it bad. My landlord's wife burns out her clove cigarettes on my door every Thursday. Well, ex-wife..." (Y/N) ruminates about last week, specifically their landlord and his wife having their divorce outside her door, and an entire pack of cigarettes being left on their doorstep.

"Mhm, lots of sight gags, usually something gross winds up happening. Simple enough?"

"Great...Where's the script?" Sam glances around the set.

"Well, there's a slight hitch. The cow ate most of the script, so you're going to have to ad-lib the show."

"Ad-lib?"

"Yeah, make it up as you go. Improvise," (Y/N) makes a circle motion.

Sam nods, "Well, I guess our regular lives has given us plenty of practice."

"Don't worry, you'll be working with Philo Pennyworth, who plays Featherly. He's a brilliant actor, classically trained, globe theatre and all that," The Director claps her hands together, "Just set him up to do something funny and he'll handle it from there."

"Check. Anything else?"

"Actually, yes. We did save one line from the script and it's really important to work it in, because it's the product placement that pays for the whole show," She takes a piece of torn paper from her pocket, "One of you will have to say the line."