Post by Roy Vezina on Apr 13, 2023 20:59:28 GMT
The scene opens on a bright, sunny day in a busy small town. Picturesque and bustling with activity, the cameras sweep across various buildings and streets before stopping in front of a large apartment building. The bright red door opens as "You Make My Dreams Come True" by Hall & Oates begins to play in the background and out steps a rather chipper, seemingly happy El Cerdo Mostaza. Taking in a deep breath, the large, masked man takes a little skip and makes his way down the front steps of his building as the music plays on, creating a scene of excitement and upbeat happiness. El Cerdo walks down the street, or more accurately, he struts down the street. People are waving, they are clapping, they are giving him the thumbs up as he passes by. El Cerdo Mostaza is the man. He points at passersby, dropping down to one knee to speak to a small child, winking and doing a little shuffle. This is El Cerdo Mostaza as we have never seen him before. Happy, joyful, well liked.
Oddly, a group of suit-wearing businessmen suddenly break in an old-fashioned choregraphed dance as a parade of people begin to form behind Mostaza as he makes his way down the street. The mailman, a police officer, even the hot dog vendor are all just loving El Cerdo today. Cars stop at the crosswalks to let Mostaza strut on by, with the drivers leaning out of their car windows fist-bumping to the awesomeness of El Cerdo. He walks on, the man. El Cerdo Mostaza and his parade of people finally reach his destination as he shuffles up a flight of stairs and pulls a slip of paper from his pocket. He hums and dances in place as he checks the paper and presses a button for the building's intercom system. A loud buzz is heard, and the music and parade suddenly stop.
The elevator opens and out strolls El Cerdo Mostaza, wearing a sweater vest and a white button-down dress shirt with a red necktie. Looking quite damper, Mostaza makes his way up to the apartment unit four and knocks on the door. Adjusting his mask, El Cerdo waits patiently before he hears a call to come in. He opens the door to the apartment and enters the darkened room. He stumbles around blindly for a moment before he calls out.
El Cerdo Mostaza: Hello?
Woman: Hey! I'm in the bedroom, why don't you come and join me?
The sound of utterly seduction is palpable. Quickly kicking off his cowboy boots, El Cerdo stumbles down the hallway, fighting with his belt buckle as he tries to find his way in the dark. Bouncing off a wall or two, Mostaza manages to get himself down to his underwear and enters the pitch black bedroom.
El Cerdo Mostaza: You in here?
Woman: I’m waiting…
Jumping into the bed, Mostaza starts to feel around and grabs hold to… a beak?
El Cerdo Mostaza: What the??
Struggling to find a light, El Cerdo finally flicks on the lamp and looks down to find himself hold a Popcorn Pollo plushie.
El Cerdo Mostaza: AHHH!
Dropping the stuffed animal, his eyes catch sight of all the random Pollo Bucket paraphernalia as he stumbles backwards into a wall.
El Cerdo Mostaza: What the sweet baby jesus?!
A life-size El Hijo De Pollo poster, a El Pollo Blanco mask as well as numerous Pollomania pieces of merchandise scatter the walls. Horrified, El Cerdo swings the lamp around and around as the sheer volume of Pollo overwhelms him. His lady friend steps out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel with a sexy smirk on her lips. Noticing Mostaza's panicked state, she becomes concerned.
Woman: What's wrong?
El Cerdo Mostaza: What is all this? There's Pollo shit everywhere!?
Woman: What? I'm a big fan. I have been following Pollomania since forever. I love those guys.
El Cerdo Mostaza: You love Pollo? You want Pollo? Pollo is what you want, huh? HUH?!
Furious, El Cerdo Mostaza grabs hold of a Sangre de Pollo piggybank and whips it against the wall. Raging, El Cerdo begins destroying any and every thing Pollo as his lady screams to stop. Knocking over a table of Ultimo Polo IV and Pollo Dorado figures, Mostaza screams as he smashes and crashes around.
Woman: GET OUT! GET OUT! WE ARE SO DONE! GET OUT!
The camera fades away as El Cerdo Mostaza continues to destroy all things Pollo as he gasps.
El Cerdo Mostaza: I...HATE...POLLOS!
Oddly, a group of suit-wearing businessmen suddenly break in an old-fashioned choregraphed dance as a parade of people begin to form behind Mostaza as he makes his way down the street. The mailman, a police officer, even the hot dog vendor are all just loving El Cerdo today. Cars stop at the crosswalks to let Mostaza strut on by, with the drivers leaning out of their car windows fist-bumping to the awesomeness of El Cerdo. He walks on, the man. El Cerdo Mostaza and his parade of people finally reach his destination as he shuffles up a flight of stairs and pulls a slip of paper from his pocket. He hums and dances in place as he checks the paper and presses a button for the building's intercom system. A loud buzz is heard, and the music and parade suddenly stop.
The elevator opens and out strolls El Cerdo Mostaza, wearing a sweater vest and a white button-down dress shirt with a red necktie. Looking quite damper, Mostaza makes his way up to the apartment unit four and knocks on the door. Adjusting his mask, El Cerdo waits patiently before he hears a call to come in. He opens the door to the apartment and enters the darkened room. He stumbles around blindly for a moment before he calls out.
El Cerdo Mostaza: Hello?
Woman: Hey! I'm in the bedroom, why don't you come and join me?
The sound of utterly seduction is palpable. Quickly kicking off his cowboy boots, El Cerdo stumbles down the hallway, fighting with his belt buckle as he tries to find his way in the dark. Bouncing off a wall or two, Mostaza manages to get himself down to his underwear and enters the pitch black bedroom.
El Cerdo Mostaza: You in here?
Woman: I’m waiting…
Jumping into the bed, Mostaza starts to feel around and grabs hold to… a beak?
El Cerdo Mostaza: What the??
Struggling to find a light, El Cerdo finally flicks on the lamp and looks down to find himself hold a Popcorn Pollo plushie.
El Cerdo Mostaza: AHHH!
Dropping the stuffed animal, his eyes catch sight of all the random Pollo Bucket paraphernalia as he stumbles backwards into a wall.
El Cerdo Mostaza: What the sweet baby jesus?!
A life-size El Hijo De Pollo poster, a El Pollo Blanco mask as well as numerous Pollomania pieces of merchandise scatter the walls. Horrified, El Cerdo swings the lamp around and around as the sheer volume of Pollo overwhelms him. His lady friend steps out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel with a sexy smirk on her lips. Noticing Mostaza's panicked state, she becomes concerned.
Woman: What's wrong?
El Cerdo Mostaza: What is all this? There's Pollo shit everywhere!?
Woman: What? I'm a big fan. I have been following Pollomania since forever. I love those guys.
El Cerdo Mostaza: You love Pollo? You want Pollo? Pollo is what you want, huh? HUH?!
Furious, El Cerdo Mostaza grabs hold of a Sangre de Pollo piggybank and whips it against the wall. Raging, El Cerdo begins destroying any and every thing Pollo as his lady screams to stop. Knocking over a table of Ultimo Polo IV and Pollo Dorado figures, Mostaza screams as he smashes and crashes around.
Woman: GET OUT! GET OUT! WE ARE SO DONE! GET OUT!
The camera fades away as El Cerdo Mostaza continues to destroy all things Pollo as he gasps.
El Cerdo Mostaza: I...HATE...POLLOS!