(In my dream, Jim Carrey played Deranged Uncle Sam; Matthew Broderick, Larry (who didn't have a name, but this one works); I don't know who played Marie, so let's go with Rachael Leigh Cook, she's delightful.)
Larry saw the dirigible tower ahead. How far? A mile, two? With the radio gone, he’d have to race the blimp on foot. If the headwind was strong enough, he’d have a chance.
Larry tossed a tether cable out the hatchway. He whipped off his leather jacket, wrapped it around the cable, slid to the ground.
“No witty farewell catchphrase?” shouted Deranged Uncle Sam. “I’m disappointed.”
A montage-cut later Larry was at the tower, seconds before the blimp. “Quick!” he shouted to the radio operator, coincidentally his soon-to-be fiancee, Marie Ashburn. “Turn off the power. He’s going to crash his zeppelin.”
“Why here?” Marie asked, flipping power switches. “Why not an office building downtown?”
Why indeed? What was special about the tower? Wasn’t he smart enough to pick a better target. Only one answer fit. “He’s deranged.”
The blimp’s nose hit the tower dead on, rocking it and sending Deranged Uncle Sam through the window of the cockpit and onto the super-structure outside the radio room.
Larry gasped. Marie screamed. Deranged Uncle Sam grabbed a metal bar above the window and began swinging and kicking the glass like a chimpanzee. When the glass shattered, he flew into the room and landed on Larry. Larry rolled and threw him off, out the open door, to his death below.
“Should’ve kept your Witz about you,” Larry said.
Marie shook her head discouragingly.
Larry shrugged and laughed.
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