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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 07, Episode 04

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2026 Jason Arcand
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FADE IN TO BLACK

From the center bottom of the frame scrolls up the following text: “07-04”. It scrolls up to the center of the frame, pauses, then continues scrolling. It exits the frame in the top center. Across the dark screen drifts the sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING.

FADE OUT
FADE IN

TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE, ANYTIME

Fade in to the TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE getting ready to present a new episode.

MS OF THE TYPEWRITER PUPPET STAGE

The Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage’s main curtain slowly opens.

PAN IN TO PROPERLY FRAME THE MID-STAGE

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The stage lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. SLICE O’PIE RESTAURANT, EVENING
Three booths run across the stage left to right. Along the back of the stage is a soft pastel colored wooden panel wall. Various size photos of fruits, vegetables, and slices of pie hang on the wall. One frame in particular has a still from the Patterson Bigfoot footage. The photo has been altered so that Bigfoot is holding a slice of pie. The booths are currently empty. From stage-right enters THE HOSTESS followed by THOMAS TYPEWRITER and OPHIDIA OPERA HOUSE. The Hostess is carrying two menus. She gestures to the middle booth.

THE HOSTESS
“Here is your booth.”

Thomas Typewriter sits on one side while OPHIDIA sits on the other. The Hostess hands both menus to Thomas who then passes one to Ophidia .

THE HOSTESS
“Your server will be with you shortly.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Thank you.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(avoiding direct eye contact with the Hostess) “Yes, thank you.”

THE HOSTESS
“You’re welcome.”

The Hostess exits stage-right.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Been a long time since I’ve been to a Slice O’Pie.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(Jokingly) “Bad memories, eh.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Something like that.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Oh! I was only kidding. I am so sorry. We can always leave if it is too much. We don’t have to eat here.”

Thomas looks around taking a deep breath.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“No, no. Today is your day, your celebration. I’ll be fine.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Good, cause I really want some pie.”

Thomas Typewriter opens his menu.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So what are you going to order?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I don’t know. There are so many choices.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Take all the time you need. I am just glad to be here with you.”

Thomas reaches across the table and grips Ophidia’s hand. She squeezes it in return. They release their hands and return to reading the menus.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE.

THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM THE MID-STAGE AND PANS UPWARD. IT GLIDES OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS, ACROSS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS LINING THE BACK OF MID-STAGE AND UP TO THE HIGH-STAGE. IT STOPS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-Stage curtains open. The stage lights turn on to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. OBSERVATION DECK OF THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, MORNING
A large curved window lines the back of the stage. Through it we can see outside the ship to space, the twinkling of sparks drifts by. In the distance, some of the lights from the nine bio-habitat Hills, and even glimmers from the tops of the multi-fold towers of the Palace of Stars, can be seen. In the distance the twinkle of the two torches of the dual door entrances to The Mounds. The room itself is decorated in deep reds and oranges. A variety of musical instruments, microphones, amps and speakers are spread out across the open area of the Observation lounge. From stage-left to stage-right there are: A set of keyboards, a drum kit, a microphone with a bass guitar, a microphone and trumpet in a stand, and lastly ELDER GRIM tuning up his upright bass. LUCIDO OBSIDIAN, in a Medi-pod, enters from stage-right.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Morning.”

ELDER GRIM
“Morning.”

Lucido rolls over to the front most microphone stand and starts putting on the bass guitar. CARRO, in a Medi-pod, rolls in from stage-left.

CARRO
“Morning gentlemen.”

LUCID OBSIDIAN
“Morning.”

ELDER GRIM
“Morning.”

Carro rolls over to the keyboards. They start to turn on the keyboards and testing the notes, making adjustments as they go along. Lucido is struggling with his guitar. Elder sets his upright bass in its stand and walks over to help. As he holds up the guitar for Lucido to grip, MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE rolls in from the stage-right in his wheelchair. 

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Morning gentlemen. Ready to blow the cobwebs off this place.”

They grunt yes, most of their concentration focused on preparing their instruments. Minthril rolls over to the stage-right. He picks up his trumpet and starts getting it ready. CEDAR WAXWINGS, in his Medi-Pod, and PANACEA FLAUTO enter from stage-right. They are holding hands.

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“The lovebirds have arrived. Glad you could join us Cedar.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Morning everyone.”

PANACIA FLAUTO
“Morning everyone. Is it okay if I sit and listen.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“I’m fine with that.”

ELDER GRIM
“Sure.”

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Sure.”

CARRO
“Fine with me.”

Cedar rolls to behind the drum kit. Having finished helping Lucido put on his guitar, Elder returns to his upright bass.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Everyone ready.”

CARRO
“Ready.”

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Ready.”

ELDER GRIM
“Ready.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Ready.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Cedar, count it down.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Okay everyone lets do this. (starts hitting drumsticks together) A ONE. A ONE TWO. A ONE TWO THREE!

The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA UNCOUPLES FROM HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT DESCENDS ONTO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BELOW THE HIGH-STAGE. IT GLIDES DOWN AND DOWN. SOON THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS ROLL UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE FRAME. THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING DOWNWARD UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. SLICE O’PIE RESTAURANT, EVENING
Three booths run across the stage left to right. Along the back of the stage is a soft pastel colored wooden panel wall. Various size photos of fruits, vegetables, and slices of pie hang on the wall. One frame in particular has a still from the Patterson Bigfoot footage. The photo has been altered so that Bigfoot is holding a slice of pie. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE sits to one side of the center booth. THOMAS TYPEWRITER sits on the opposite side of the central booth. The two other booths are currently unoccupied.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“Really, years?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER 
“Yup. Years since I have been in a Slice O’Pie, eaten here. How about you?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“I tried to take a break after waitressing.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“What do you mean by tried?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“My mom loves this place. It is her ideal idea of casual fast food, so I kept getting dragged back.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER 
“Sure it is casual, but is not exactly fast.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“Well, she went to a lot of tea rooms growing up, so figure what you will. Something I recall about this place, and I don’t know if it was the same where you grew up, but when I was a teenager, this was the hangout spot.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER 
“Oh yeah. Same where I grew up. It had two qualities a certain group of teens desired: open 24 hours and allowed smoking. All the quote-unquote interesting kids flocked there.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“I know those kids.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER 
“I bet you were one of those kids.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“Me? If anyone here was one of those kids, it was you.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER 
“Well, maybe. More likely interesting adjacent.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Hah.”

Ophidia takes a few bites of her food. Thomas picks up his sandwich and takes small bites. He finishes chewing and looks over at Ophidia as he sips from his straw. His face lights up as he stares at Ophidia. She notices and becomes self-conscious.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“What?”

Thomas wiggles his eyebrows. Ophidia giggles.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE 
“Interesting adjacent my butt.”

Thomas wiggles his eyebrows some more. Ophidia giggles. He sits back up and starts to eat his sandwich. Ophidia, beaming, cuts a bite of sirloin and takes a bite. They continue eating, happy in each other’s presence. The Mid-Stage stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-Stage curtains close.

FADE-OUT