Three scientists—Papaia, Banani, Ravioli—and their assistant Igor, who are supposed to attend the famous dark matter conference, miss their flight and end up on the other side of the world. After arriving at the wrong airport, they book a hotel for the night, but the taxi drops them off in front of an abandoned warehouse. Banani rings an unmarked intercom to ask for information, and an enraged tenant appears on the balcony.
The building’s front door swings open, and the tenant stands on the threshold with an bloodshot eyes, brandishing a rolling pin.
The tenant points the rolling pin towards Banani.
Tenant: You!
Banani: Run!
The tenant chases Banani across the entire block, while the others find places to hide.
Tenant: Come here, and I’ll show you what a real beating is!
Banani: Please, ma’am, put that rolling pin away…
Tenant: Stop right now! Quit running so I can give you a proper civic education lesson!
Banani: Maybe we should use a blackboard and chalk instead of a heavy blunt object…
The chase goes on for a few minutes, the tenant’s furious shouting echoing through the silent residential buildings.
Papaia: That tenant doesn’t seem very cooperative!
Igor: The only cooperation she’s interested in is a baseball game… with Banani as the ball!
But Banani trips over a manhole cover, and the tenant catches up to him.
Tenant: Finally! Take this… and this!
Banani: Ouch! Ouch!
After thoroughly beating Banani, the tenant returns to her apartment, satisfied.
Igor, as usual, kicks Banani while he’s still on the ground, with his sarcasm.
Igor: Banani, for once, you actually did something useful: testing the durability of Australian rolling pins!
…And to think, we didn’t even need to call a taxi—all it took was ringing an intercom for a ride… straight to the hospital!
…At least you made the tenant happy… also if we can’t say the same for your ribs!
… If the goal was to make friends in the neighborhood… mission failed!
…From now on, we’ll only ring intercoms after Banani has signed a life insurance policy.