Like me paying for a coffee and cake in the mall cafe this afternoon.
INT. DAY. (filmspeak for 'interior, daytime'.. oh, you'll get the hang of it).
Socks approaches the cash register with friendly nonchalance. Happy music. The cashier-lady smiles.
EXT. DAY. 1912
As the smoke clears the wind blows the tattered remains of this newspaper into Socks' face. He slaps a dirty hand on his forehead as though to say 'but I didn't do nothin' !'
We return to the Present Day.
All in slow-motion
The cashier throws her arms up to shield her face.
Socks: Ooooops! Coins!
Freeze-frame shot of coins suspended in air between Socks and the cashier. The camera does a Matrix-style 360° rotation around the scene.
Socks: I’m soooorry!
Close-up of coins striking the cashier’s apron like shotgun pellets bouncing off body armour.
End slow motion.
Socks: Sorry, I don’t know how I did that.
Cashier: Not to worry.
Happy music again. Camera zooms in on Socks’ back pocket as he carries tray of coffee and cake to table. We hear the unseen creature growling from within pocket. Scary music.