MRS. SOCKER:     Ahhhaahhh...Troy, talk dirty to me! Ohh...now!

Now we hear Mr. Socker's voice. It's cold and eerie. Almost mechanical. It sounds like he is talking in his sleep.

MR. SOCKER:     Starved pussy...cocksucker...ass-lickin' whore...

On the bed, we see a dog-eared book entitled HYPNO-SEX: How To Hypnotize Your Lover For Great Sex.

INT. SOCKER RESIDENCE/BABY ROOM — DAY

Burny backs off to view his finished work

BEGIN BURNY'S FANTASY:

THE MURAL

We see Burny's mental picture of sex. The mural comes to life in a farrago of sexual delineation veering toward overkill: the boy bee lets go of the train's string. The train begins to drift closer and closer to the seductive moon that winks to it.

Then the boy bee reaches for a flower in the lake. Gently picks it. Smells it. Kisses it.

As if on cue, the miniature animals begin copulating with their respective partners. Simultaneous with Mrs. Socker's orgasmic shriek, the moon swallows the long train.

END BURNY'S FANTASY.

BACK TO BURNY

He is snickering to himself.