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dusty: What is what? yank: There behind me. What is it? dusty: Oh that. That's a billboard. (He sweeps his way offstage.) yank: (Stunned.) A billboard. In my backyard. (He sneaks another look behind him, gasps and sinks down into stump. Slowly he reappears, gasps, retreats again.) Enter Flak J. Frog. flak: Is it still there? (Surveys billboard proudly.) Oh yes. Superb! Marvelous! A gem! a MASTER-piece! yank: (Reappearing) Flak J. Frog, does that belong to you? flak: To me? Well, yes, I did have a modest part in its creation. But now it belongs to the world, to the great commonwealth of peoples, to Everybody! |
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