(exterior: park; day. As the scene closes in on a young artist, we discover Lizzie drawing in her sketchbook. Crikey, the bully, comes along and tries his hand at flirting with Lizzie, in hopes of getting a date)
Crikey: (enters) G'day, Lizzie.
Lizzie: (looks up, sees Crikey, and gives him a sour look) Well, if it isn't Crikey.
Crikey: That's right; listen, I was wondering: are you interested in having a bacon dinner with me, this weekend?
Lizzie: (shakes head) Nope, I'm not interested.
Crikey: Don't deny it, baby; even I know that you like me!
Lizzie: Wrong. (as she stands and puts her art supplies away, the music strikes up)
What is this feeling, so sudden, and new,
I felt the moment, I laid eyes on you?
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling,
My face is flushing. What is this feeling,
Fervid as a flame,
Does it have a name?
Crikey: I think I might know.
Lizzie: Yes. Loathing,
For your face, your v