For days now, the ladies of the Last Word Mansion had been complaining of "strange noises" and horrific odors-odors, erroneously attributed to Pam or Marilyn's eclectic cooking- coming from the basement. Marilyn, assuming they had rats down there, grabs her musket and looks forward to catchin' some good eatin' only to find the door is securely locked.
IN THE GARDEN:
APOLO: Mistress Kim, please I beg you...
KIM: Oh babyface, I love it when you beg...let's get busy!
APOLO: NO! Mistress, you misunderstand...your diabolical cloning experiment... we cannot go forward...look what happened to Mistress Sherry's clone!...It is a failure.
KIM: Now, look here-I'M the BRAINS of this operation, you get me?

You just sit there looking pretty and why don't you BEND WAAAAAY down and pick up that hair clip for me...hmm? The girls are just going to LOOOOVE my Christmas gift to them...an Apolo clone for each and every YaYa!..Ho-ho...I love me!!! Heeee.
APOLO: Mistress...
***Apolo's hands tremble and the soul patch on his face quivers with a life of its own as if it were a little animal. He launches into a tale of genetic splicing gone horribly astray.... Kim's face clouds over as panic and horror sets in...***
KIM: You're a WHAA!!!? Oooh, let's get bus..I mean, to the laboratory, Cronk...I mean, Apolo! I must find the fastest way to destroy this!
***Kim desperately hunts down her personal recipe files but realizes....IT IS TOO LATE!!!!!!!! Emerging from the darkness of the basement....Apolo's hidden genetic structure could no longer be denied. ***
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KIM: Call the POLICE!!! The fire department! And that young Dr. MARTIN with his beautiful broad ches...I mean, smile. She peeks into the basement and looks at her little Apolo/Ewoks. She is repulsed and yet strangely, inexplicably ENTHRALLED. Giddy, even.
KIM: Now.... how good are you boys with MASSING...hmm?

