Stinkytime Racers

ROY sits at his cubicle, working. A portal rips into the fabric of reality next to him. A futuristically dressed MAN walks out. He lifts up the visor on his helmet.

MAN

Are you Roy Koshy?

ROY

Uh, yes. Yes I am. Who are you?

MAN

I am Snargleplex the Kind, member of the Stinkytime Racers.

ROY

Stinkytime Racers?

MAN

Yes, we are a league of --

A portal is ripped open on the other side of ROY. MAN 2 steps through.

MAN 2

--a league of time-traveling athletes who race each other to different points in time. This process causes the human body to produce thousands of times more body odor than traditional exercise, hence our name: The Stinkytime Racers.

ROY leans forward, sniffing.

ROY

You both smell fine to me.

MAN 1

Yes, well, it only happens when we travel into the future.

MAN 2

And be glad we wear time-traveling anti-persperant. Made by Old Time.

ROY

Old Time?

MAN 2

Uh huh.

Beat.

MAN 1

You don't seem very impressed.

ROY

Yeah. Well, right before you came, these guys showed up.

Two GRANDMAS enter carrying bowls of chili. They each move over to a miniature race track set up with a car for each of them. The GRANDMAS begin farting on the cars to move them.

GRANDMA 1

You're going down, Gwen!

GRANDMA 2

Keep dreamin', Judith!

The others are silent as the GRANDMAs continue their race, eating chili and farting on mini race cars.

MAN 2

Hey Snargleplex, wanna go back and see the world when Martin Short still had a career?

MAN 1

Yeah, okay.

The MEN step back through their portals.

BLACKOUT.