[EXT. BACKYARD – DAY]
A baby skunk, no bigger than a loaf of bread, waddles out from under a bush like he owns the entire planet. His tiny paws stomp with purpose. His fluffy tail is raised in dramatic warning.
LITTLE SKUNK (squeaky growl):
Pfffffff! (Translation: “Back off, I’m dangerous!”)
The humans watching from a safe distance try not to laugh. He charges — yes, charges — at a tennis ball lying in the grass.
LITTLE SKUNK (squeaky battle cry):
HISSSSS!
He pounces. The tennis ball doesn’t fight back. He puffs up anyway, tail flicking like he’s just defeated a dragon.
Then… he trips over his own foot and somersaults into a daisy bush.
HUMAN (laughing):
Okay, okay! You’re terrifying, we swear!
The baby skunk climbs out, a leaf stuck on his head, blinking like “What just happened?” He shakes it off with dramatic flair, flops on his belly, and lets out a tiny yawn.
LITTLE SKUNK (now chill):
Pffft. All in a day’s work.
