Sir Dino and Patton Oswalt observe Kyle Kinane, a bottle of Grey Goose vodka in one hand and a toy Hasbro Nerf bat in the other, chasing a roll of unruly armadillos off of his lawn.
In a quaint forest, where the leaves rustle with whispers of ancient tales, Sir Dino McRex, the gallant time-traveling dinosaur, and his trusty human sidekick, Patton Oswalt, find themselves on a quest for the juiciest wild blackberries.
Sir Dino, with his top hat perched upon his mighty dinosaur head and monocle gleaming, exclaims in his thunderous voice, “By the Cretaceous Period, what do we have here?!”
Patton, sporting a tweed jacket and wielding a berry-picking basket, squints his eyes and replies, “Why, it appears to be a roll of armadillos, Sir McRex!”
The armadillos, clad in their natural armor, are rummaging through the pine needles with their snouts, causing a ruckus. Their tails swish like the swords of yore as they forage.
Sir Dino’s eyes light up, and he cheerfully says, “Ah, the noble armadillo, a distant cousin of mine from the age of dinosaurs! Let us approach with caution.”
Suddenly, Kyle Kinane, the neighbor and a fellow comedian, bursts out of his house, slightly tipsy, clutching a bottle of Grey Goose vodka in one hand and a toy Nerf bat in the other. His hair is disheveled and he’s wearing mismatched slippers and a tattered Ramones T-shirt.
“Get off my lawn, you prehistoric varmints!” Kyle yells as he chases the armadillos with the Nerf bat, swinging it wildly.
Sir Dino, taken aback, exclaims, “By the Triassic Era, what is this human doing?!”
Patton, trying to contain his laughter, says, “Sir McRex, I believe this is what humans call ‘pest control’.”
The armadillos, sensing the commotion, scuttle away into the shrubs, their armor clattering. Having satisfactorily scared them away, Kyle, panting, turns to Sir Dino and Patton and raises his bottle, “Well, that’s taken care of! Care for a swig?”
Sir Dino replies with a dignified nod, “Indeed, good sir. But let us make this libation more refined.”
Patton hands Sir Dino the basket of wild blackberries they had picked. Using his mighty claws, Sir Dino delicately crushes some of the blackberries. Kyle, now intrigued, fetches a bottle of club soda from his house. They mix the crushed blackberries with club soda and a splash of Grey Goose vodka.
They each take a glass, and Sir Dino raises his in a toast, “To new friends, and the simple pleasures of the Earth!”
They clink glasses and sip the refreshing afternoon drink, gazing out at the slowly setting sun casting a golden hue over the forest. The armadillos, now calm, peek out from the shrubs and seem to nod in approval.
As they part ways, Patton says, “This has been an adventure for the ages!”
Sir Dino, with a twinkle in his eye, replies, “Indeed, my friend. May our paths cross again in this tapestry of time.”
