[Open on a meadow on the cusp of a fresh morn, where one regular fella approaches another.
The first fella sighs forlornly, as the other asks:]
"Hey, what's wrong there, buddy?"
"Oh, nothing. I just... [a spry piano arpeggio is heard] I wish there were more colours."
"Whadda ya mean, glum-bum?"
"Well... [to the beat of a jaunty tune] we have blue for the skies and the seas..."
"That's true."
"Green on the grass, far as I can see..."
"Black for the nights..."
"And yellows for days..."
"Purples for blurples..."
"And suits made of greys! Yet there's no special colour for the feelings I have."
"What feelings are those? Are they terribly sad?"
"No! It's of laughter, of play and delight!"
"Well, I've got a colour that I think is just right?"
"Really?!"
"Yeah, it's pink."
"Oh, sh#$t, I forgot about pink."
"I remembered cos I just saw the Barbie movie."
"Any good?"
"Only one way to find out: tune into the Pals brand new episode where they discuss just that, Greta Gerwig's pink billion-dollar smash hit, and the cultur-Pal event of the year!"
"Why are you yelling?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
"THAT MAKES SENSE!"
