Post by Buck U Productions on Sept 14, 2015 19:50:26 GMT
*The scene: A well furnished, spacious office; a Canadian flag hangs proudly on the wall. The camera moves to a desk covered in paperwork and a framed recent picture of Holly Guacamole. Someone sits at the desk but the camera’s view is blocked by a large swivel chair.*
Someone knocks on the door.
“Eh? Come on in,” the man at the desk calls.
Charlotte O’Neal and Brutus Smith walk into the office. A hand appears from the chair and waves them over.
“Ah, Charlotte, Agent Smith, good to see you both. Come, take a seat.”
“Thank you for finding the time in your busy schedule to see us, Mr. Ambassador.”
(chuckles)“It’s my pleasure, Charlotte. I’m very proud of the work that you’ve all accomplished in such short order. When I sent you two to supervise my kids, I never would have foreseen within two weeks my son would not only become the Scramble champion, but also the number one contender for the Supremo championship as well.”
Charlotte blushed.
“We were just fortunate that Super Pollo made that match. Brute and your children took advantage of the opportunity provided. Isn’t that right Brutus?”
“I am Brute.”
The ambassador laughs.
“Well said, Agent Smith, well said. By the way, how are you finding your return to the ring?”
“I am Brute.”
“People are making fun of how you speak, eh? Well, you are from Newfoundland. Your east coast accent is hard to understand for some people.”
Nodding. “I am Brute.”
“Well,” (chuckles), “the reason why I asked you two in here is because you can’t be resting on your laurels. The ‘Three Cup Chicken Trios’ tournament is coming up and it’s my wish that you put in a good showing in it.”
Charlotte took her glasses off and wiped them.
“Well our round adversaries are The Broken Hipsters,” she said, “El Tigre, your son, proved he can beat Nirvana, but that was one-on-one. If we’re going to beat all three of them we’re going to have to find a way to counter their years of experience.”
“Nonsense! Agent Smith has much more experience than any of them. It’s a good thing that Sangestino fellow didn’t get a good look at him, he might have recognized him.”
Brute and Charlotte looked uncomfortably at one another.
“Err, sir, the camera…”
“Oh fiddle sticks, Charlotte, who cares about the camera! The write only has me here for plot exposition any way.”
Brute and Charlotte look confused at each other.
“I am Brute?”
“Never mind that, Agent Smith. My point is, you have more than enough experience and to make up for what my children lack. Besides, I saw firsthand what my son is capable of. Just make sure you follow his lead and most importantly, keep Holly safe. Understand?”
“I am Brute.”
“Good man! Can you go get Holly, please. I’d like to talk with her next.”
The big man got up and walked out of the office.
(To be continued…)
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Someone knocks on the door.
“Eh? Come on in,” the man at the desk calls.
Charlotte O’Neal and Brutus Smith walk into the office. A hand appears from the chair and waves them over.
“Ah, Charlotte, Agent Smith, good to see you both. Come, take a seat.”
“Thank you for finding the time in your busy schedule to see us, Mr. Ambassador.”
(chuckles)“It’s my pleasure, Charlotte. I’m very proud of the work that you’ve all accomplished in such short order. When I sent you two to supervise my kids, I never would have foreseen within two weeks my son would not only become the Scramble champion, but also the number one contender for the Supremo championship as well.”
Charlotte blushed.
“We were just fortunate that Super Pollo made that match. Brute and your children took advantage of the opportunity provided. Isn’t that right Brutus?”
“I am Brute.”
The ambassador laughs.
“Well said, Agent Smith, well said. By the way, how are you finding your return to the ring?”
“I am Brute.”
“People are making fun of how you speak, eh? Well, you are from Newfoundland. Your east coast accent is hard to understand for some people.”
Nodding. “I am Brute.”
“Well,” (chuckles), “the reason why I asked you two in here is because you can’t be resting on your laurels. The ‘Three Cup Chicken Trios’ tournament is coming up and it’s my wish that you put in a good showing in it.”
Charlotte took her glasses off and wiped them.
“Well our round adversaries are The Broken Hipsters,” she said, “El Tigre, your son, proved he can beat Nirvana, but that was one-on-one. If we’re going to beat all three of them we’re going to have to find a way to counter their years of experience.”
“Nonsense! Agent Smith has much more experience than any of them. It’s a good thing that Sangestino fellow didn’t get a good look at him, he might have recognized him.”
Brute and Charlotte looked uncomfortably at one another.
“Err, sir, the camera…”
“Oh fiddle sticks, Charlotte, who cares about the camera! The write only has me here for plot exposition any way.”
Brute and Charlotte look confused at each other.
“I am Brute?”
“Never mind that, Agent Smith. My point is, you have more than enough experience and to make up for what my children lack. Besides, I saw firsthand what my son is capable of. Just make sure you follow his lead and most importantly, keep Holly safe. Understand?”
“I am Brute.”
“Good man! Can you go get Holly, please. I’d like to talk with her next.”
The big man got up and walked out of the office.
(To be continued…)
(497 words)