Kevin finally rids himself of the missionaries, and, after watching them move away from his home and towards his neighbors, he leans against the doorframe (the door still stands open) and heaves a sigh of relief.
Just as he does so, a small hand reaches up from the bottom of the frame and tugs at his sleeve. He looks up, sees nothing, then looks down, at the origin of the sleeve-tugging.
A short girl scout beams up at him for a moment, blinks twice, and then presents a box of Girl Scout Cookies. Her awkward Girl Scout partner leans in and grins a mouth full of braces at Kevin.
Kevin looks at the girl scouts in disbelief, shoves them out the door, and slams it in their faces. A moment later the doorbell rings
We see, from the girl scouts’ outside perspective, the door whip open. Kevin throws fistfuls of cash at the girls, and snatches the box of cookies from the lead girl’s hands, before pushing them away from his door and slamming it closed again.
Kevin leans against his door, panting. He checks the ticking bomb on his chest. It reads “0:30.” Kevin sighs in relief, then jumps several feet off the floor as the door is thrust open behind him. It is Mrs. Jenkins, back with a tray of freshly baked cookies.
Kevin tries to push her away, but she holds up the tray, insistent. In a panic, he shovels mouthfuls of cookies into his mouth, rubs his belly and gives Mrs. Jenkins a thumbs-up to indicate the deliciousness of the cookies, and picks her up bodily, setting her down outside the door and slamming it.
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