The M Who Came To Dinner
Man (standing near a doorway): I've invited a friend over to have a little dinner. And here it is, the letter ĎMí!
(A capital M enters and gazes into the room.)
See this letter ĎMí? It sounds like this-
M: Mmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!
Man: Right, címere and see this table.
(We see a long table loaded with all kinds of food and drink.)
M: Mmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!
Man: Go ahead. Dig right in. Make yourself at home.
M (who is already on the table): Mmmm, marvelous! Mmmm, meat!
(Gulps down the whole slab and drinks a full glass of wine.)
(Tosses them down, one after the other.)
(Eats up another piece of meat.)
Mmmmmmm! Mmmm, mmmmm! Magnificent!
(Man is staring openmouthed as M devours one thing after another.)
M: Mmmmm, milk!
(Downs a whole glassful.)
(Gobbles it up and keeps noshing down until every dish is empty.)
Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmm!
Man: I donít believe this! I say, you're just about the greediest, rudest letter I ever saw! You ate up everything!
M: Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmm! (Hops down from table.)
Man: I'm telling you, never invite an M over to your house for dinner!
(M kisses him, but he walks off-screen.)
No, don't try to make up with me. Next time, I'll invite a ... a J, or a polite Q. But not another M!
(M starts munching until nothing is left on the screen, leaving it dark.)
Transcribed by SilveryShoe@aol.com, additions and corrections added by Mikealan802@aol.com