Cheech and Chong's "Buzz Killer"

INT, RATTY, CLUTTERED OAKLAND FLAT - DAY 
Cheech and Chong, sitting at home, stoned. Then a drug delivery drone buzzes in from an open window. They take awhile to react. Then… 

Chong: What the hell's that buzzing noise? 
Cheech: I dunno, man. Some kind of bug flew in. 
Chong: I told you not to leave the window open. 
Cheech: No, man. I told you … remember? 

Drone buzzes around, bounces off walls. 

Chong: Wow, look at it go! It’s like a Roomba with propellers. (giggles) It’s a big mother***er. 
Cheech: It’s a dead mother***er. 

Drone buzzes around. Cheech grabs a fly swatter from a filthy kitchen counter. 

Chong: You’re gonna need more than that, man. 

Cheech grabs an iron skillet. He runs around, swatting at the drone. It tries to avoid him, knocks over most of the glassware, bongs and lamps. Cheech finally corners it and smacks the hell out of it. The drone goes down. 

Cheech and Chong walk up to it. 

Tarantino point-of-view. A fish-eye lens, looking up at Cheech and Chong looking down.

Chong: So what the hell is this thing? Like an alien?
Cheech: No, dumbass. It’s a delivery drone, like Amazon or whatever. 
Chong: Yeah. That makes sense. There’s something strapped to its back. See? It’s like clown makeup or something. 
Cheech: No, man. That’s not makeup. 

Cheech reaches down out of frame, comes back holding a brick of white powder wrapped in plastic. 

Cheech: It’s a shitload of cocaine. 
Chong: (giggles) Somebody up there likes us. 
Cheech: No, pendejo. Someone other there got the wrong address. We better kill this motherf***er.
Chong: It looks dead to me, man. 
Cheech: That’s just the flying shit! It’s still got a robot brain inside. There’s probably GPS or something. Maybe even a camera. 
Chong: How would it hold a camera? 
Cheech: No, stupid. Like a built-in camera. Like an eye. 
Chong: Hey ... That black ball on top kinda looks like an eye. 
Cheech: Yeah, it does. Like the ones they put on security cameras in the grocery store. 
Chong: Wow … so it’s watching us? 
Cheech: No. The guys who sent the cocaine are watching us. 

Chong waves. 

Cheech: Don’t wave, you idiot. These are not nice guys. They cut off your face and shit. 
Chong: That’s scaring the shit out me, man. How do we kill it? 
Cheech: Not by talking to it! Give me a hammer, stupid! The toolbox is right behind you! 
Chong: OK, here. (hands tool to him) 
Cheech: That’s a screwdriver! 
Chong: Sorry, man. 
Cheech: Gimme the f***ing hammer! 
Chong: OK! (hands it to him) You don’t have to shout, man. 
Cheech: Yes I do. It’s the only way to get your attention! 
Chong: Hey. You think that's really a camera?

Cheech bends down, holding hammer and looking into camera. Smiles evilly.

Cheech: Goodnight sweetheart. 

Smashes hammer down. Go to black. 

Cheech: (OS) And close the f***ing window.