Post by Buck U Productions on Oct 13, 2015 21:23:38 GMT
*Date: October 12, 2015, Thanksgiving in Canada*
*The scene opens in the grand dining room of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico. A table in the middle of the room is covered with an assortment of dishes, including the turkey and all the . All the members of the Canadian Embassy Misfits are sitting there with the Ambassador, with one exception.*
The Ambassador: (addressing the camera, hidden behind his chair) Greetings everyone from the Canadian Embassy here in the beautiful country of Mexico and happy Thanksgiving to all of our fellow Canadian. (Stops to chuckle) Although by the time you view this it well be Tuesday because the writer had a busy weekend and couldn’t sit down at his computer. (chuckles)
Charlotte: Umm, sir?
Ambassador: Oh don’t mind the ramblings of an old man, Charlotte dear. Anyway, as you can all see, ladies and gentlemen, conspicuous by his absence is El Tigre de Jengibre. The poor fellow isn’t in much of a festive mood and headed to his favorite diner to eat by himself but don’t worry, I’ve sent a cameraman to Alice’s to get a few words from him.
Brute: I am Brute.
Ambassador: Call an ambulance? It’s Thanksgiving, Agent Brute. Surely my son wouldn’t maim anyone today.
Charlotte: It’s also the 12th of October, sir…
Ambassador: Hmm, yes I forgot about that. He does get more moody than usual on his day, doesn’t he? Maybe having an ambulance on call might be a good idea. (He waves at an aide that quickly runs off to make a phone call.)
Ambassador: Back to the business on hand. Gang, it seems apropos that we discuss you’re upcoming “Gravied Alive” match today on Thanksgiving, especially when we find ourselves with so many types of gravy: mushroom, sausage, red eye, onion and of course, turkey.
Holly: (sticking out her tongue) I hate gravy. Daddy, are you going to let Pollo, Grin & Woody to dump a ton of that yucky stuff off me?
Ambassador: There’s nothing to worry about, Princess. Just listen to Brute, Charlotte and your brother, and you well be right as rain.
Holly: I really wish we didn’t have to fight those guys. It’s not my fault Tiggie threw a fire ball at Super Pollo and I still kind of like Woody.
Charlotte: What? Last time you were in the ring with him, you freaked out when he tried to kiss you.
Holly: A girl has to play hard to get. (giggles)
Brute: I am Brute.
Charlotte: That’s right. When you told Tiger you thought Woody got you pregnant in the ring, he and Brute flipped out. Hurt Grin and Woody really bad, and for what, a splinter in your ass.
Ambassador: Now, now, you two, don’t squabble, it’s Thanksgiving. I have every confidence you well beat those three.
*An agent rushes in and whispers something in the Ambassador’s ear.*
Ambassador: Seems you were right to worry, Brute, Tigre mauled the cameraman. Oh well, someone pass the mushroom gravy, please.
(500 Words)
*The scene opens in the grand dining room of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico. A table in the middle of the room is covered with an assortment of dishes, including the turkey and all the . All the members of the Canadian Embassy Misfits are sitting there with the Ambassador, with one exception.*
The Ambassador: (addressing the camera, hidden behind his chair) Greetings everyone from the Canadian Embassy here in the beautiful country of Mexico and happy Thanksgiving to all of our fellow Canadian. (Stops to chuckle) Although by the time you view this it well be Tuesday because the writer had a busy weekend and couldn’t sit down at his computer. (chuckles)
Charlotte: Umm, sir?
Ambassador: Oh don’t mind the ramblings of an old man, Charlotte dear. Anyway, as you can all see, ladies and gentlemen, conspicuous by his absence is El Tigre de Jengibre. The poor fellow isn’t in much of a festive mood and headed to his favorite diner to eat by himself but don’t worry, I’ve sent a cameraman to Alice’s to get a few words from him.
Brute: I am Brute.
Ambassador: Call an ambulance? It’s Thanksgiving, Agent Brute. Surely my son wouldn’t maim anyone today.
Charlotte: It’s also the 12th of October, sir…
Ambassador: Hmm, yes I forgot about that. He does get more moody than usual on his day, doesn’t he? Maybe having an ambulance on call might be a good idea. (He waves at an aide that quickly runs off to make a phone call.)
Ambassador: Back to the business on hand. Gang, it seems apropos that we discuss you’re upcoming “Gravied Alive” match today on Thanksgiving, especially when we find ourselves with so many types of gravy: mushroom, sausage, red eye, onion and of course, turkey.
Holly: (sticking out her tongue) I hate gravy. Daddy, are you going to let Pollo, Grin & Woody to dump a ton of that yucky stuff off me?
Ambassador: There’s nothing to worry about, Princess. Just listen to Brute, Charlotte and your brother, and you well be right as rain.
Holly: I really wish we didn’t have to fight those guys. It’s not my fault Tiggie threw a fire ball at Super Pollo and I still kind of like Woody.
Charlotte: What? Last time you were in the ring with him, you freaked out when he tried to kiss you.
Holly: A girl has to play hard to get. (giggles)
Brute: I am Brute.
Charlotte: That’s right. When you told Tiger you thought Woody got you pregnant in the ring, he and Brute flipped out. Hurt Grin and Woody really bad, and for what, a splinter in your ass.
Ambassador: Now, now, you two, don’t squabble, it’s Thanksgiving. I have every confidence you well beat those three.
*An agent rushes in and whispers something in the Ambassador’s ear.*
Ambassador: Seems you were right to worry, Brute, Tigre mauled the cameraman. Oh well, someone pass the mushroom gravy, please.
(500 Words)