[MSTied] Seeing Stars <1/4>
Rufus T. Firefly
i'm just taking the opening... i think it would have been a bit better
if the bots had something to scream about for each of the other "takes",
then crow's pondering about whether or not to scream would be a *LOT*
more funny.
aside from that it's a strong script.
-rufus
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Wile wrote:
>
> [Season 8 theme]
>
> [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...Klunk-shunk]
>
> [Crow to the left and Tom the right as Mike enters from the right]
> MIKE: Hello, folks, and welcome to the Sallilite of... blah! Lch!
> CROW: Sallilite?
> TOM: Hehe.
> MIKE: Sorry.
> TOM: Let's try that again, shall we?
> [Cuts back to the doorway sequence with a beep]
>
> [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...Klunk-shunk]
>
> [Crow to the left and Tom the right as Mike enters from the right]
> MIKE: Hell, folks, and- Jeez!
> CROW: Ha ha ha ha!!
> [Mike chuckles to himself as Tom mock-rams into him a few times. Bridget's
> laugh is heard off-stage]
> TOM: Watch your language! Watch your language!
> [Cuts back to the doorway sequence with a beep]
>
> [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...]
>
> [Crow to the left and Tom the right as Mike enters from the right]
> MIKE: Hello, folks, and welcome to-
> CROW: Wait, hold on. Pantleg? You mind closing the doors? [Klunk-shunk]
> Thanks. Well, anyway, Mike, you were saying?
> MIKE: D'oh.
> [Cuts back to the doorway sequence with a beep]
>
> [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...Klunk-shunk]
>
> [Crow to the left and Tom the right as Mike enters from the right]
> MIKE: Hello, folks, and welcome to the Satellite of L- [Tom's head falls off]
> [Mike stammers]
> TOM: Oh, here's something new.
> CROW: Let's scream anyway.
> BOTS: [Running around aimlessly] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
> [Cuts back to the doorway sequence with a beep]
>
> [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...Klunk-shunk]
>
> [Crow to the left and Tom the right as Mike enters from the right, tripping
> to below the desk]
> MIKE: Oof! Kevin!
> KEVIN: [Coming from underneath the desk] You think it felt good for you to
> kick my shoulder?
> MIKE: [Getting up] Then just stay in your "puppet pit" and I won't!
> KEVIN: You think it's comfortable down there?? Forget it. I'm quitting and
> moving to L.A.
> MIKE: QUITTING??
> CROW: Whoa.
> MIKE: But we need ya! I could talk to Jim about a raise.
> KEVIN: I don't need a raise.
> MIKE: Is there anything we can do?
> KEVIN: One thing...
> MIKE: Anything.
> [Cuts back to the doorway sequence with a beep]
>
> [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...Klunk-shunk]
>
> [Crow to the left and Tom the right as Kevin, wearing a jumpsuit, comes in
> from the right]
> KEVIN: Hello, folks, and welcome to the Satellite of Love.
> TOM: [In Mike's voice] And we'll be right back...
>
> [Commercials]
>
> [SOL, Mike is back and Tom speaks normally]
>
> MIKE: Did we, like, slip into another dimension, or something?
> TOM: The world may never know.
> CROW: You wanna know what I think?
> MIKE: Yeah?
> CROW: Huh?
> MIKE: Yeah?
> CROW: Huh?
> MIKE: Yeah?
> CROW: Huh?
> MIKE: Yeah?
> CROW: Huh?
> [Observer materializes onto the scene]
> M&TB: WAUGH!
> OBSERVER: [Smiling] What? Oh. Sorry.
> MIKE: What are you so happy about?
> OBSERVER: Not much. But you have to admit that prank of mine was quite
> clever.
> TOM: What?
> CROW: You mean you-?
> MIKE: With the bloopers and that guy under the table?
> OBSERVER: Yeah.
> M&TB: Oh, ha ha ha ha ha ha!
> CROW: Well, you sure got us with that one.
> TOM: {Sigh} Yeah.
> MIKE: Thanks for brightening up our day. I mean that.
> OBSERVER: Oh, c'mon...
> MIKE: No, really. [Putting a hand on Observer's shoulder] Come up here
> whenever you like. Door's always open.
> TOM: Well, not really. We'd all get sucked into the endless vacuum and
> parish if that was so.
> [All chuckle]
> OBSERVER: Aw, you're makin' me blush.
> CROW: Can't do that. You don't have a body.
> [Another round of chuckles]
> OBSERVER: Yeah, that's true. That's true.
> [A beat]
> MIKE: Well...
> OBSERVER: Yeah. Better go. Pearl will be waiting for me.
> MIKE: Yup. Seeya, then.
> OBSERVER: Okay, seeya.
> CROW: Buh-bye.
> TOM: We love ya, man.
> [Observer disappears]