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Blimey's Canine Kraut - A Recipe In Two Acts by Featured Belly Buddy Mike Best Join us now for a new style in recipe delivery as Featured Belly Buddy Mike Best conveys to us Blimey's Canine Kraut recipe through the timeless art of storytelling with his tale of Jacko and Bridge, an odd pair to say the least, as they stumble through the Australian outback in search of a hearty meal.
EXT. WIND SWEPT STREET - NIGHT
Avenues howl like Chrysler Wind Test Tunnels. Umbrellas snap. Street signs shudder.
In all, an impossible day for walking.
JACKO, the mongoloid Aussie, leans into the gail, his dreadlocks whipping.
JACKO
Hoy. I'd like a beasty bit 'o sausage 'n kraut 'bout now.
His companion, a bright chirpy piece of ass named BRIDGE, holds onto Jacko's trench coat for dear life.
BRIDGE
Now?
JACKO
Why not? Now're neva, I say.
BRIDGE
Well, if we can make it three more blocks, I know a place to get you some!
EXT. BLIMEY'S SHANTYHOUSE - NIGHT
Outside of Blimey's looks benign enough, except for the longhorns and shrunken heads in the window.
JACKO
(eclipsing the door) 'Dis it?
BRIDGE
Go in, jerko! The salami's waiting!
JACKO
You don' 'ave t'be mean.
INT. BLIMEY'S - SAME
Inside, the two snake their way to the bar. A FAT MAN with no shirt appears from no where.
His substantial breasts sag like hangmen.
FAT MAN
What'll it be, ya shits?
BRIDGE
Blow off, Fat Man. Jacko here wants some Canine Kraut.
FAT MAN
(accepting the order as password) Why didn't you say so?
JACKO
Canine Kraut?
FAT MAN
You never had? Jeesh. It's been served here for almost a hunderd years. A freak like you should have had some by now.
JACKO
Don' rile me, bloat-liva. If ther' 'aint no sausagez inme sight soon, you're the furst one gettin' it.
BRIDGE
Calm down. It's worth the wait, and the ballgame's on.
Fat Man goes into the kitchen. He takes six Hebrew National Knockwurst [or the sausage/dog/kilbasa of his choice] and sprinkles them with Tabasco Sauce.
Opening the lid to his now warm crock pot, he dumps in a large bag of fresh saurkraut, which he bought from his grocer's refrigerated section [near the pickles].
He then places the wurst on top of the kraut. Pouring a quarter can of beer on top, he covers them and leaves them alone for three hours.
BAR - DAY - THREE HOURS LATER
Bridge and Jacko knosh happily on their Canine Kraut.
BRIDGE
The ballgame was good, eh?
JACKO
Not as good as 'is. Ere, whas' 'dis roll made uv?
FAT MAN
(watching the meal devoured) Potato Rolls. A must. Otherwise it juz' aint right.
EXT. WIND SWEPT STREET - NIGHT
Back into the howling night, Jacko and Bridge crawl the streets, in search of---well, who knows what Jacko will hunger for next?
"I wish I was a brewer's horse for twelve months of the year, I'd put my head where my tail should be and suck up all the beer." -a confused Thomas Randall.
