Jeffries: C'est un lapin, un lapin de bois.
Midfielder: Qua?
Three players' heads appear around the end of the dressing room door and disappear again.
Midfielder: Un Cadeau!
2nd Midfielder: What?
Midfielder: A present!
2nd Midfielder: Ah, un Cadeau!
Midfielder: Allons-y, allons-y!
2nd Midfielder: What?
Midfielder: Let's go!
2nd Midfielder: Ah!
The two Midfielders and Jeffries creep out and wheel the rabbit into the dressing room, closing the door behind them.
Meanwhile...Behind the knoll:
Brewster: (to Park) What happens now?
Park: Well, now, uh, Tokely, Wilson and I, uh, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the Ayrshire scum, uh, by suprise. Not only by suprise, but totally unarmed!
Brewster: WHO leaps out?
Park: (pointing to each player as he names him) Uh... Tokely, Wilson and I.... uh, leap out of the rabbit, uh, and, uh....
Brewster: (groans)
Park: (pause) Oh... um, look, if we built this large wooden Badger....
Brewster knocks him on the head.
Just then, the rabbit comes soaring out of the dressing room. The team disbands amid great shouts of "Run away, run away!", but the rabbit lands on yet another helpless substitute. Cries of distress.
On second thoughts let's scrap the Trojan Rabbit idea!