::The short, hooded man stalks the backstage area, tottering from hiding spot to hiding spot::
Nimnul: Those vermin will be everywhere, all watching over that award. I know I can count on that, so Iíll need some way to get it away from them. I know just the thing to do!
::Nimnul takes a bunch of folded blueprints from the inner pocket of his cloak::
Nimnul: All these awards have gold in them, and Iíll bet that Lifetime Achievement one has a heap of it! Iíll build the Aurum Attractum 5000 Gold Magnet, guaranteed to attract gold and nothing else wherever itís pointed! Get your orders in, in time for next Christmas!
::Nimnul laughs at his little joke to nobody in particular, then returns to his ranting::
Nimnul: With it, I can zap the award to my hands from across the theatre and make my escape before those pesky rodents can make a move to stop me! <I>Itís ingenious! Itís foolproof! Itís prefect! Itís...</I>
::The professor takes a moment to calm down::
Nimnul: Öunbuilt, as yet. Ah, petty details...all this junk backstage ought to be of useóthis junk, those lights, cameras, and sound equipment should make fine raw materials...
::And he begins to scavenge parts together to further his scheme. Meanwhile, high above the stage, the mysterious cloaked figure begins to get hold of himself::
Euripides: Don't you feel on top of the world?
Voltaire: Remember what I said about pride and a fall?
Sewernose: I wish you wouldn't say things like that!
::Voltaire crosses his arms::
Voltaire: Oh, great...first a fear of modern plumbing, now he's going to add vertigo to his list of problems.
Sewernose: I had no problem with Mr. Hitchcock's script! I just couldn't convince him I was scared!
Euripides: The show must go on! There is certainly a way down.
Voltaire: Gravity comes to mind...
::Sewernose draws back from the catwalk and the dizzying heights::
Sewernose: Gaah! (yelp!)† That would hurt more than the rhythm of the script.
Euripides: Yes, could we have some more constructive criticism?
Voltaire: Well, there is the curtain rigging above us, if he could climb up...
Euripides: See? There we go!
::Sewernose grabs the curtain and begins to climb::
Sewernose: Ah, it's still not too late for my comeback!
Voltaire: Just make sure it's not a fallback...
::And the cloaked one chuckles, content with a secret thought::
::Dale is having a great time flirting with one of the servers, a ravishing looking female squirrel dressed in a French maid's outfit that was very flattering to her killer figure. She is serving fresh pizza toast::
Dale: and then, when all the others were free, I got into the tank and chased the bad guys all around!
::The red-nosed chipmunk grins his most charming grin::
Server: Wow, that's really impressive, but wasn't the tank designed for humans?
::The server studies Dale with big, impossibly green eyes::
Dale: Well, yes, I suppose it was.
Server: Then why was the control helmet just the right size for you?
::Dale frowns. That was a good question::
Dale: Huh, I never thought about that.
::He puts on his big, yellow top hat (the one heís hidden from Chip for the entire evening)::
Dale: I suppose.
::Dale was unable to finish his thought as he is ambushed
from behind by a blazing mass of hormones::
Dale (panicky): Tammy! What are you. Urk!
::Dale urks as the squirrel gives
him a mighty smooch under her mistletoe, and like a number of fortunate victims
before, drops him like a sack of rotten potatoes as she darts out of sight,
leaving Dale dazed, and off balance::
Server: Look out!
::The chipmunk stumbles back, windmilling his arms in an effort stay upright, and knocks her tray of fresh, steaming pizza toast flying::