(Scene: Flea Market)
Efron: Excuse me my good man you've spelled flea wrong. This is a market where people deal in k-nick k-nacks you're spelling of flee imp—
[The customers trample Efron.]
Person 1: The sign says we should flee!
Person 2: Run for your lives!
Efron: (gets up) Mm-much better!
[The customers return and trample Efron again.]
Person 1: Everything’s fine!
Person 2: It was just a typo!
[Enter the music septet holding boxes and walking over Efron who is still on the ground.]
Li’l D: (tips his hat and stepping over Efron) Hey, Efron.
Efron: (lifts his upper body) Good day, Li’l D!
[Tamika steps on Efron’s head while walking with a box.]