Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE.
[The furious, cacophonous racket and din of Kate constructing her Brilliant Time Machine.]*
[The whizzing, whirring of the Brilliant Time Machine in use.]
[Kate arrives fortuitously into an earlier portion of the day.]
[The phone rings: Monkey to Maaaaan!!!! Monkey to Man…..] “‘Allo, Msr. Pants,” says Kate. [Now she listens intently, not “riffing” or interrupting with any garrulous non-sequiturs.]
The Departed? I’d love to! I’ll meet you there. Ciao!
*For those “not in the know,” if it’s in these brackets – [ ] – they are stage directions.