Maud tanks at the box office. She uses the old Sherman that sat in front of County Water for who knows how long, getting grass stuck to it while bored kids picked at the padlocks.

Turns out it was still loaded.

“Glad nobody got hurt,” says Trey as they watch from the parking lot. He’s still holding the bucket of soda fountain nozzles.

“She didn’t start shooting until everybody was out,” says Bernadette. The tank groans over the central concession island. “Unless somebody was in the bathroom.”

“Jurassic Park,” says Trey.

“Wayne Knight.”

“Seinfeld.”

“Can’t use TV.”

“Seinfeld the Motion Picture.“