DR MICHOADY Unbeknownst to the Gun Family, who are too busy arguing about nuts still, M Fer is a on a burning spree. M Fer tells his little hanger on Ravioli, a rat very skilled with camera, to document this burning spree and send it to Timmy Gun's facebook page. M Fer says they need to hurt Timmy Gun where it hurts most. Ravioli says yeah but we are threw his son Giuseppe out of a window. M Fer says there is one thing Timmy Gun Hamster loves even more than his son, more than his prada couch -- his prada church. Write the scene EXT. PRADA CHURCH - NIGHT The grandeur of the Prada Church looms over the silent streets, its elegant spires reaching towards the heavens. M Fer and Ravioli skulk in the shadows, their eyes fixed on their nefarious task ahead. M FER: (whispering, his voice dripping with malice) Alright, Ravioli, get that camera ready. We're about to make Timmy Gun Hamster regret the day he crossed us. Ravioli, his tiny paws trembling with anticipation, quickly adjusts the settings on his camera, his whiskers twitching nervously. RAVIOLI: (excitedly) I'm ready, M Fer. Just say the word. M Fer nods in approval, his gaze fixed on the Prada Church with a deadly intensity. M FER: (his eyes blazing with fervor) Remember, Ravioli, we're not just burning buildings tonight. We're burning everything Timmy Gun holds dear. His wealth, his power, his legacy... All of it goes up in smoke. Ravioli gulps, the weight of their mission settling heavily upon his small shoulders. RAVIOLI: (quietly) I understand, M Fer. Let's do this. With a grim determination, M Fer and Ravioli prepare to document the carnage that is about to unfold, their hearts filled with a vengeful fire that cannot be extinguished. FADE OUT. END SCENE.