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UP LATE, LATE AT NIGHT!
Season 01, Episode 01
(Act 2)
By Thomas Typewriter & Ophidia Operahouse-Typewriter
(c) 2020
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ACT II
FADE IN
INT. COP CAR. DAYTIME
MS OF INTERIOR OF A POLICE CAR.
D-COP, D-Vid dressed as a cop, sits behind the wheel driving, while B-COP, B-Max also dressed as a cop, sits in the passenger seat.
B-COP
“So then I wrestled that raccoon for the last pastry.”
D-COP
“Uh huh. Wait. Check out this turkey.”
B-COP
“Pull over.”
CUT TO
EXT. STREETER STREET. DAYTIME
MS OF GIBLETS
GIBLETS, a puppet made from a kid’s school project of turkey drawing made from tracing his/her hand, is walking down the street. He does need to have an old guitar strung across his back. We hear the sound of CAR DOORS SLAMMING SHUT.
PAN OUT TO LS SO AS TO INCLUDE GIBLETS ON RIGHT AND POLICE CAR ON RIGHT.
D-Cop sits on the hood of the police car while B-Cop approaches Giblets.
GIBLETS
“Hello Officers.”
B-COP
“What do you think your doing walking down this street.”
GIBLETS
“Just soaking up the sunshine and the positive vibes.”
B-COP
“Are you getting smart. We’ll see about that.”
B-Cop grabs the guitar from off Giblets.
B-COP
“What you doing with this old guitar.”
GIBLETS
“Old guitar? Why’d you call it an old guitar?”
CUT TO CS OF D-COP
D-COP
“Maybe he’s smuggling stuffing.”
CUT BACK
B-COP
“You smuggling stuffing.”
GIBLETS
“Oh my gosh, it is an old guitar. It was new when I bought it. Has it been that long. No home. No wife. No kids.”
B-COP
“Wait.”
GIBLETS
“My youth, my time, I’ve squandered it. And what do I have to show for it.”
A spotlight clicks down on Giblets. The rest of the stage lighting dims
B-COP
(off-camera)”What’s going on.”
GIBLETS
“I could’a been a contender, I could of had love, could of had her…but who was looking out for me. Was it my brother. Was it her. STELLA! STELLA! STELLA!”
A loud THUNK and Giblets passes out. The stage lighting reverts back. D-Cop stands over an unconscious Giblets, with a police baton in hand.
D-COP
(to B-Cop) “And that is how you stop a turkey who’s had some bad gravy.”
The POLICE RADIO SQUAWKS. D-Cop walks over to the car and answers it. Meanwhile B-Cop drags the unconscious Giblets over to the car. D-Cop leans opens the driver door and leans in to answer the phone. B-Cop opens the rear passenger door and tries to tip Giblets inside.
D-COP
“Car 54 1/2 here. Over”
POLICE RADIO
(voice-over) “Sorry to spring this on you, but Judge Dee is not able to teach the driver’s education class. You’ve been reassigned. Report to Local College tonight. 6pm. Over”
D-COP
“Roger. We’ll be there. Over”
D-Cop hangs up the radio
D-COP
(dancing) “Yes. Yes.”
B-Cop slams the car door shut.
B-COP
“Why are you so happy?”
D-COP
“We’ve been reassigned to teach Judge Dee’s driver’s course.”
B-COP
“Ughhh, those classes are a pain, filled with weirdos. What’s so great about that.”
D-COP
“Guess you could say I have a case of puppy love… for the class. Puppy love for the class.”
B-COP
“Whatever.”
They get into the car.
CUT TO MS OF CAR INTERIOR
D-COP
“Oh, can we stop at the pet store. My doctor recommended I eat more dog food.”
B-COP
“What. You sure he’s a doctor cause that does not sound like something a doctor would say.”
D-COP
“Well he did have a stethoscope and accepted my insurance.”
B-COP
“Whatever. Lets just get going. This day just keeps getting worse.”
D-COP
“Oh, don’t be sad. I’ll share some of the dog food with you.”
FADE OUT
Thomas Typewriter 