INT. ZELDA’S KITCHEN – BACK TO PRESENT
Yeah, but the gig Shithead booked for us didn’t pan out so good.
INT. DINER – FLASHBACK
The Band is sitting in a booth at a diner. Shithead pulls her reading glasses and a piece of paper out of her purse, squints at her notes.
Oh! I booked a gig for us too. It is at the K.O.K….or is it the KFC? Anywho, something like that but they seemed like such nice folks on the phone. So, we’re playing their annual benefit at their lodge.
INT. PRIVATE LODGE – FLASHBACK CONTINUED
Shithead swings open the front door to see a KKK meeting. As soon as the CLAN sees the black, six foot, 300lb Shithead, the room goes silent. Shithead looks surprised, then get’s ghetto and momentarily loses her Minnesota accent.
Aw, hell no!
Bertha, Zelda and Carolyn walk up behind Shithead.
Oh, look how cute, their outfits all match. It’s a costume party! Ooh, Halloween ghosts! (taps Shithead’s shoulder) A room full of spooks!
Holy Lawn Jockeys Batman!
(curious, looking into the KKK crowd)
EXT. PARKING LOT OF PRIVATE LODGE – FLASHBACK CONTINUED
Running from the lodge, the band quickly drags Shithead into the van, they jump in and they peel out of the parking lot.