Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.

Slapstick

Like Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi, a vehicle is the setting for this slapstick. Back and forth the city it goes, hurling furniture and attracting the stares of other drivers. Passengers get out to move and load furniture. Bam! A futon frame crashes on a foot. The character had the comic sense to wear black socks, so it’s okay to laugh.

Laurel gets trapped in an elevator, sandwiched between two mattresses, as Hardy tries to come to the rescue. Crash! All three fall out and get pushed into a truck. Off it goes!

Beep beep! Lateness. Mad dash across the highway to catch Road Runner. Acme brand rope holds the furniture together. Book pages ripple crazily. Wile E. Coyote, eat your heart out!

The slack on the rope gives, and the mattresses flap in the wind, turning the truck into a sailboat. It veers off course. Stranded, Gilligan comes to the rescue with a sailor knot. The first-mate should be The Skipper but has no license to skip. No longer stranded, they set off again.

They arrive at the apartment and one of them gets the keys. The other one takes it, and the dance of the keys begins. Do you have the keys? No, you have the keys. Oh, wait, I do have the keys! Repeat x2, until neither of them have the keys. Where did they go? Pockets empty. Pockets fill. Empty-fill-empty-fill. Dance that dance! Oh, I heard something fall earlier. What do you mean, you heard something fall earlier? Reaching behind the seats, aha! The keys.

The move is half-complete.

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