Scene 4
(The Flirter has returned. He spots the group once more and gets ready to flirt.)

Olympia- Lets sit down!

(Boyce and Olympia sit down on a bench. The Flirter sneaks up and is ready to hug Olympia.)

Olympia- I need to tie my shoe!

(She ducks down and he misses. He gets back up and tries again.)

Olympia- Cool a penny!

(She ducks down again and he misses.)

Olympia- Wow, weird looking penny.

Boyce- Let me see.

(The Flirter tries again but she moves towards Boyce and he misses. He falls once more.)

Boyce- Who is that guy?

Mr. Dolore- Dear Honest Abe?

Boyce- No, look!

(Mr. Dolore looks as well.)

Olympia- Ew, he's ugly.

Boyce- His name is at the bottom. Mor Bidsion.

Olympia-I wonder where he lives.

(There is a sudden flash of lighting and crash of thunder. They turn to see a huge creepy mansion.)

Mr. Dolore- Where did that come from?

Boyce- I have no clue.

Olympia- Maybe we can find our way from there.

(The two shrug and head up to the house. They reach a door. Olympia knocks on the door.)

Mor- Yeah, what do you want?

Olympia- Sir, is this your coin?

(She holds out the coin. The door opens, he snatches it and then goes back in.)

Mor- Thanks now beat it!

Boyce- Sir, could we come in to talk?

Mor- (pause) Aw fine!

(The door opens and they head in. Once inside, they look around the house until they see the man in his study with piles of money.)

Mor- 1,198, 1,199, 1,200!

Olympia- Sir.

Mor- (screams) Stay away from my money!

Boyce- But we don't want the money sir. We just were wondering if you had seen a man with some fans.

Mor- No I haven't! So stay away from me money!

Mr. Dolore- For the last time sir we do not care about your money!

Mr. Dolore- For the last time sir we do not care about your money!

Mor -Liar! Everyone wants money! Now let me continue counting!

Olympia- But sir don’t you know that money doesn’t last forever! People want it, then spend it and soon its gone!

Mor- Not with me! I shall never spend it! Its mine!

Mr. Dolore- Well aren’t we little Mr. Selfish!

Mor- And aren’t we Mr. I Want Mor’s Money!

Mr. Dolore- I do not care about your money good sir!

Mor- You’re lying!

Mr. Dolore- Are not!

Mor- Are too!

Mr. Dolore- Are not!

Mor- Are too times infinity!

Mr. Dolore- Dang it!

Olympia- He seriously doesn’t care!

Mor- Well everyone cares about it! I've dream of this life ever since I was little! I'm the richest man who ever lived and its mine! All mine! (laughs)

Boyce- That's great!

Mor- (stops) Huh?

Olympia and Mr. Dolore- Huh?

Boyce- I said that's great that you have fulfilled your dream! What are you going to do now?

Mor- Well-----------------erm-----I don't know. I truly, honestly, painstakingly don't know. (sighs)

Mr. Dolore- (sits down) Sir, what did you plan to do with all your money?

Mor- That's just it! My only dream was to make the money! Never spend it on anything.

Mr. Dolore- Why not?

Mor- Well what can I spend it on?

Olympia- Why not some new furniture? Or some art?

Mor- Art?

Boyce- You can donate some.

Mor- You mean give away?

Olympia- No, not all of it.

Mor- Hm. Giving. That's a thought! Thank you, you've changed me for the better!

Boyce- Now can you help us? We need to find Patter Ran the Fan Man.

Mor- Really? I just saw him run by! He went towards the goo pods!

Boyce- Goo pods?

Olympia- Ew!

Mr. Dolore- I don't like the sound of that!

Olympia- Thank you for your help!

Mor- No, thank you!

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