Narrator: So there followed a brief but intense period of searching. When they had-

Sausage: Damnit, I thought we got rid of him.

Narrator: Ahem? 

Sausage: (quietly) Sorry.

Narrator: When they had finished rummaging in the ruins of the damaged ship, the three kobolds stood comparing what they had found...

Sausage: Look, I found a flame-thrower! (fhwoosh)

Beans: Eek!

Chips: (annoyed) Careful!

Sausage: Well what did you guys get?

Chips (disappointed): Crowbar

Beans (embarrassed): Cordless hair dryer.

(a beat)

(sausage and chips burst out laughing, but it is cut short by the sound of snapping pincers)

Beans: Argh!

Chips: Quick, hide!

Sausage: I'm not afraid, I'll stay here and attack head on!

Chips: And ruin the element of surprise? I don't think so.

Sausage: urck! (as though strangled)

(clattering of debris, as the pincer sounds and aliens get closer. aliens reach same vol as kobolds, sound confused)

Sausage: NOW!

All: raar! grrrr! etc

(fwooosh, clang, etc)

Aliens (angry followed by distress)

Chips: The ground's melting!

Beans: Smells like cheese.

Sausage: We're gonna make fondue outta you mother Hubbards! Yahhhh!

Beans, Chips: Yeah!

(more commotion, fading in intensity till only the final gurgle of a crab is heard alongside the panting of the kobolds)

Beans: We... We did it! Hooray!!

Chips: Yaay!

Sausage: Thanks to me and my trusty flame-thrower. (a beat) (innocently) whaaaat?

Chips: Anyway, we should be able to repair the ship using the crab's shells.

Beans: And have crab fondue for dinner!

All: Yay!!!

Fin

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