(*Allan Dusting the picture frame*)
(*Someone knocking on the door*)
(*Mr. Boss opens the door looks around and see an old man groaning*)
(*Short Man groans*)
Short Man : Hello. I'm with the city, and im here for a random inspection. (*as he standing on the sidewalk*)
Short Man: It's a standard random inspection. Just to make sure the building is all up to code.
(*As he points a pencil up to Mr. boss*)
Short Man: It only takes a moment.
Mr. Boss: Cool!
(*As he smiles weirdly*)
Mr. Boss: Um... Can you give me a sec?
(*Mr. Boss, pushes Allen behind the door as he grabs Allen by the shoulder*)
Mr. Boss: Allen we are so fucked. (As he stares at him)
Allen: Why?
Mr. Boss: I built this office 30 years ago without any permission from the city, and use cheap laborers from the Enchanted Forest to do it.
Mr. Boss: This building is a fucking mess. It violates every code in the books.
Mr. Boss: You really thought it was legal to build a giant yellow smiley face between two buildings?
Allen: I don't know.
Mr. Boss: Do you realise?
Mr. Boss: Do you realise something (*as he points to Allen again*)
Mr. Boss: If we fail this inspection we could lose our office, And we'd have to move out of it?
Allen: No
Mr. Boss: Don't worry, Allen. Your favorite boss has a little trick up his sleeve. (*as he wiggles with it and exit the door. *)
Mr. Boss: (*Come on in! as he smiles*)
(*Short Man walking in the kitchen*)
Short Man: I'll just check the walls, to make sure they're the proper you know, wall material.
(*as he holding up the pencil and fidgets with it*)
(as Short Man Taps the pencil to the wall and breaks it sees a man covered up in spider webs on his computer with his fingers*)
Mr. Boss: I don't know what that is.
(*Short man Taps the pencils on the sink and make noise turns out it was Allen's red juice*)
Mr. Boss: Oh yeah. That um. That's... Allen's red juice. (*as the sink pouring*)
Short Man writs on his clipboard with his pencil
(*As Short man, Allen, Mr. Boss walked downstairs and sees a bunch strange stuff*)
Short Man: Hmm, interesting.
Mr. Boss: Alright time to excuse my trick.
Mr. Boss: holds up his sleeve and sees a brick on his arm,
(*while he holds the brick in his hand and walks with it*)
Allen: Woah! Mr. Boss! What are you doing?
Mr. Boss: I'm saving my building! (*as he holds up the brick and Allen tries to reach it *)
Mr. Boss: Let me go Allen! (*as he shouts at him*)
Short Man: OH MY GOD!
Short Man: What's this?
Mr. Boss: Oh that? That's just the nail that holds the entire building to the ground.
Short Man: Very funny.
Mr. Boss: No, I'm serious.
(*Short Man knocks over with the nail with his pencil*)
(*The ground starts shaking*)
Mr. Boss: Deus misereatur nostri.
(* The smiling friend's logo starts to roll over*)
