Beetlejuice stands on the side of a road, licking an ice cream cone. He snaps his fingers repeatedly. On the fifth snap, a bright red rose appears out of thin air.
The thorn pricks his finger. "Yow!" he yelps. He sucks his finger and then eats more ice cream. "We're getting closer, but still no rat."
A car rumbles down the road and honks as it passes.
He waves and sits down on a wooden picnic table carved with hundreds of sets of initials. He leans his head over to The Joker, who is carving into the bench with a small but sharp knife, and says, "Let me ask you something: how exactly are we going to get out of this? I've been in several situations. I love the living. Still, I've never seen anything like this. What's the plan? Huh?"
The Joker's make-up is dry and cracked. He finishes carving a deep line into the top of the table and stabs the knife down, so it stands upright. The camera follows him as he takes in the blue-black waters of the reservoir. It swings around slowly to Beetlejuice, who sees what the Joker has carved, and reveals his rotten teeth with a rotten grin.
The camera pans down and focuses on the knife blade and then two sets of letters with a deep line gashed through them:
CC + MM
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