Timothy's Idea

Timothy: YOU KNOW, DUMBO, WE NEED AN IDEA. NOT JUST ANY IDEA,  SOMETHING COLOSSAL, LIKE--

Ringmaster: (lights on) HAVE I GOT AN IDEA! WHAT AN IDEA!

Timothey: HE NEVER HAD AN IDEA BEFORE.

Ringmaster: JUST VISUALIZE. (Franklin and friends watch) ONE ELEPHANT CLIMBS ON TOP OF ANOTHER ELEPHANT  UNTIL FINALLY, ALL 17 ELEPHANTS HAVE CONSTRUCTED AN ENORMOUS PYRAMID OF PACHYDERMS. I STEP OUT,  I BLOW THE WHISTLE, THE TRUMPETS ARE TRUMPETING...

Timothy: YEAH!

Ringmaster: AND NOW COMES THE CLIMAX!

Janitor: YEAH, WHAT IS THE CLIMAX?

Ringmaster: I DON'T KNOW.

Timothy: I KNEW HE HAD NOTHING.

Ringmaster: MAYBE IT COMES TO ME IN A VISION, WHILE I DREAM. GOOD NIGHT, JOE.

Joe: GOOD NIGHT, BOSS.

Timothy: CLIMAX. (His idea comes into his head) CLIMAX! DUMBO, YOU'RE A CLIMAX. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK. I'M TAKING CARE OF YOUR FUTURE.

Franklin: I hope he knows what he's doing.

(Timothy sneaks to the tent)

[RINGMASTER SNORES]

[SNORT]

(Timothy sneaks to the ringmaster and bangs a lid with a key)

Timothy: (rises as a ghost) I AM THE VOICE OF YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND, YOUR INSPIRATION. NOW, CONCENTRATE! [RINGMASTER SNORTS]  REMEMBER YOUR PYRAMID OF ELEPHANTS, IS WAITING FOR A CLIMAX. YOU ARE NOW GETTING THAT CLIMAX. CLIMAX. HOW'S THE RECEPTION, COMING THROUGH OK? GOOD. SUDDENLY FROM THE SIDELINES COMES YOUR CLIMAX, GALLOPING ACROSS THE ARENA. HE JUMPS FROM A SPRINGBOARD TO THE PINNACLE OF YOUR PYRAMID! HE WAVES A FLAG FOR A FINISH!

Ringmaster: (sleeps) FINISH?

Timothy: AND WHO IS YOUR CLIMAX? THE LITTLE ELEPHANT WITH THE BIG EARS,  THE WORLD'S MIGHTIEST MIDGET MASTODON, DUMBO!

(Timothy runs and hides but continues in whisper)

Timothy: DUMBO.

Ringmaster: DUMBO.

Timothy: DUMBO.

Ringmaster: DUMBO.

Timothy: DUMBO.

Ringmaster: DUMBO. I GOT IT. I GOT IT!