On the giant screen there is a heroic black squirrel running, jumping from tree to tree to roof, a group of mean kids with sling shots and pellet guns chasing it, firing volley after volley. The frenzied horns are playing some tune you can almost recognize, something you heard a few times and liked as a teenager. The fuzzy critter escapes over a tree that rises above a high stone wall, the kids stop before the wall and look up with this frozen, hateful stare.
The screen fades with a creepy trombone line, the words "And now a message from our sponsors " droning...