Small Grave Yard, late afternoon
Officer Pidgin talks to The Grave Diggers.

 Digger #1:
"What, is there some kinna traffic jam or sumptin? We called your guys like, like 45 minutes ago... look, this is too flippin weird man, you won't gonna believe this..."

Officer Pidgin:
"Ah, there WAS a traffic jam, y'know? So, uh... it is SAFE with that dog over there, right?"

Digger #2:
"Whut, ol' Bubbles dare? Him is like a brahvah tah me! Wasis guy on about , 'enry?"

Digger #1:
"Like I'm sayin, we called you guys out because we are diggin this flipper's last restin place, see, and we hear all this crazy noise, like moanin and that, comin from INSIDE the casket here..."