INT. GOOGLE HEADQUARTERS - DAY
A gaggle of GOOGLERS stand trembling before an EXECUTIVE's desk.
Sir... the people still aren't happy about our complicity in the PRISM program.
(opening a binder full of charts)
Mindshare is down across the board, account activations have decreased 3 percent, we're seeing an influx of -
A hand holding a cigar gestures for him to stop talking.
GOOGLE EXECUTIVE (O.S.)
(in an Alex Rocco-esque voice)
Can it, egghead.
He takes a puff and slowly exhales as he contemplates his options. The Googlers obviously don't like the smoke, but dare not say anything about it. He stands up and looks out the window at the Android statues below.
We need something big. Something that can get us back into people's good graces. A little razzle-dazzle to win over the rubes.
There's only one card left to play.
You don't mean...?
We see his face for the first time as he turns to the Googlers. He looks like a grizzled newspaper editor from a 1930's movie, with the delirious grin of a gambler with nothing left to lose.
Put up the Maurice Sendak Google Doodle.
But, sir! It's not ready for public consumption y-
DO IT!!! MAKE IT WHIMSICAL! MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN!
Yes, sir! / Right away! / I'm on it!
The Googlers spring into action and scramble out of the office.
The executive sits back down at his desk and opens a bottom drawer. He pulls out some LEGO® brand bricks and starts playing with them.