Cedar Point

Fighting High

(Camera shows Parker walking around the park looking for Chase, Garrett, and Mason.)

Voice in the distance- Parker!!

*Parker looks around, doesnt see anyone around, shrugs and continues walking*

Voice in the distance- Parker!!

Parker- What the--*soda can falls on his head. Looks up and sees Tripp sitting on top of the swings rotater* TRIPP?!!

Tripp- Yeaaaaaah duuuude! Im so high right now! Figuratively and literally!

Parker- How the--How the crap did you get up there?!

Tripp- A ladder or some shit, I dont know dude *giggles*

Parker- Huh....

(Camera fast forwards to Parker chilling with Tripp on top of the swings)

Parker- Dude why the crap are you even up here??

Tripp- Dude *smokes blunt* I had nowhere else to hide. I cant swim for shit, and i figured an SOS would work up here than down there. Check it out, man, im like fuckin Tom Hanks in Cast Away! I got my snacks, a huge bag of weed, shit I even got a ball to talk to!

Parker- Tripp, Im almost positive, thats a whale's testicle.

Tripp- Yeeaaaaaaahhhh *giggles*

Parker- What the...*feels breast pocket* these glasses are vibrating!

Tripp- Put em on, dork. *giggles*

Parker- Hmm......

Tripp- OH MY GOD PARKER

*Tripp takes glasses from Parker and puts them on. When he puts them on, a camera pops out pointed at Tripps face as well as a screen appears in the lens showing well dressed agents*

Tripp- AHHH!! I am way too stoned for this, you take it!

*Parker puts on the glasses and the same thing occurs with him. A large, black afro'd man appears on the screen of the lens*

Man in lens- Hello this is Agent Chiraq, unfortunately Mr. Henderson isnt here but I can take a message if you'd like.

Parker- Uhhh....buh..buh...bla--

Kwinten in lens- Ey wat da fuq you tryna say, nigga, wassa matter, you aint neva seen a black folk workin da reception desk?

Parker- I uh...hey ni--

Kwinten in lens- Yo bruh, I cant deal wit dis shit, pull up at McDonalds, nigga, I finna pop a--

Black man on background of lens- Ey Kwinten, shut da hell up and get out da way, you leave dem kids alone! *Kwinten moves out as a slim, built, proper looking black man appears on the screen of the lens* Good evening, citizen!

Parker- Dude, its Chase Henderson! He really is freakin CIA!

Tripp- *lying down relaxed* Duuuuuude just chill man *giggles* We'll leave when we leave.

Chase Henderson in lens- Mane how da hell you--*ahem* This is a distress call. What is the nature of your situation, citizen?

Parker- Uhhhh...were kinda trapped at this theme park...Cedar Point...and theres bad guys trying to kill us!

Chase Henderson in lens- Detroit Man...Mike...you're wearing their communicators...the distress signal is only broadcasted whenever an agent is in danger. An SOS if you will....remain where you are, a squadron will arrive shortly to the rescue. EY SHONTEL, GET DA O.T.O.M.s RUNNIN. WE FINNA BUST SUM ASS!!