Four obnoxious skateboarders disturb old Mr. Baldridge’s peace and quiet. After a war of words three skateboarders leave. Stuart Hughes hangs back to apologize. Mr. Baldridge admires Stuart for that and promises to tell him a war story if Stuart will just keep him company for five minutes. Rifles are issued but run out when it is the young private’s turn. The Sergeant hands the private a broom and tells him to point it at the enemy and say, “bangity, bangity.” When the private complains the Sergeant explains that the Army teaches soldiers to improvise. When the private asks about a bayonet, the Sergeant hands him a raw carrot and tells him to lunge with it and say, “stabity, stabity.” When the smoke of battle clears, the private appears to be the lone survivor. He looks at the broom and exclaims, “It actually works!” Just then, out of the mist, an enemy soldier lumbers toward him. No amount of “bangity, bangity” or “stabity, stabity” will stop the enemy soldier who pulverizes the private and then continues on his way, chanting, “tankity, tankity.” Stuart berates Mr. Baldridge, “you made that up,” just as the other skateboarders return to harass Mr. Baldridge. But Mr. Baldridge has had enough. He brings his walking stick to his shoulder in the style of a rifle, points it at the skateboarders and shouts, “bangity, bangity.” The screen goes black and then the surprised voice of Stuart Hughes breaks the silence with, “Oh my God!”