[ACT TWO]
[SCENE SEVEN]

{Setting: Slowpoke Farm}

(Chet arrives grinning)

CHET
"Morning Boss, where do you need me today?"

SLOWPOKE
"It's nice to see you happy to be here. Go grab the sheers and work with the sheep"

(Chet salutes Slowpoke and runs off)
(Slowpoke rolls his eyes and continues baling hay)
(A loud bleat comes from the sheep pen)
(Slowpoke runs over, and drops his pitchfork upon seeing what has happened)
(Chet is in his boxers, smoking a cigarette)

SLOWPOKE
"PUT YOUR PANTS ON! Don't make me regret firing Bubba. Doing teenagers up in the hayloft is one thing, but when it comes to my sheep you're taking it a bit too far! Do you really want to lose this job? Aren't you happy working here?!"

(Chet flicks out his cigarette, and pulls his pants back on, then begins singing)

"Wooley Love"
By PMS

Happy when I see ovine ringlets
To some folks disgust I seek that wooley love.

Wooley love, wooley love, ovine mild calls me
So I write a sonnet of warm wooley love.
Wooley love, "sheep"ly thighs, you beguile (en)'thrall me
And so I write a sonnet of wooley love.

Her rear end she's flouting glamorous; amorous
I become.

Wooley love, wooley love ovine poon clutch me
And so I write a sonnet of wooley love.

From them can't be torn apart
I want only love ovine, warm wooley love.

Wooley love, sheepish stands, bleats aloud, wants me.
So I write this sonnet of wooley love.
Baa baa baa... calls me
So I write this sonnet of warm wooley love, wooley love, wooley love.