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Sam grabs his caracole case and hopes in the backseat of the truck.

 DEAN locks his car before hopping into the passenger seat of the truck.

 PICKUP TRUCK

 BECKY

So what brings you to the middle of nowhere?

 DEAN

     We’re antique dealers.

 BECKY

(snorts)

So what? You tour the world selling your grandma’s old junk that nobody cares about for more than it’s worth.

 Beat.

 DEAN

My name is Dean and this is my associate Sam.

 BECKY

Becky. What’s in the box?

 SAM

(nervously)

It’s our—our most famous…hamster.

 DEAN GROANS miserably.

 BECKY laughs.

 BECKY

(to DEAN)

Your friend is cute.

(to SAM)

What’s his name?

 Sam

(lamely) (more)

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Mr. Hamster

 BECKY laughs once more.

 Cut on the back of the rusty truck as BECKY’s laugh trails out the window and SAM mumbles justification for the name.

 EXT. DINKY TOWN-AFTERNOON

 In a town that looks like it hasn't been updated since the 40’s DEAN and SAM walk out of a MECHANIC SHOP with a bag of parts.

 DEAN

(frustrated)

I can’t believe this! Four-thirty is the soonest ride! We can’t wait that long.

 SAM

We could walk, considering we were going push our car it doesn’t seem so impossible.

 DEAN

Don’t talk to me. Don’t they have like pony rentals.

 SAM snorts his laughter to DEAN’s annoyance.

 They walk passed Tom’s Dinner and DEAN spots BECKY through the WINDOW greeting her friends. SAM doesn’t see them.

 DEAN

I’m starving.

 SAM

I could eat.

 INT. Tom’s Dinner

 DEAN and SAM enter.

 DEAN looks over to BECKY’s table. She’s laughing with her friends and doesn’t see them.

The End

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