Post by Lawnmower Jones on Sept 20, 2006 21:50:15 GMT -5
(The scene opens up inside of a room, well lit, with a pink wall as the background. Against the wall is a small, twin sized bed with pink Barbie sheets. An oak shelf is set next to the bed with what seems to be millions of little stuffed animals.)
(On the wall there seems to be millions of little pictures from magazines cut out: Backstreet Boys, Ashton Kutcher, Nick Lachey, Jack of Blades, you know, the teen heart throbs? There also seems to be a large rainbow painted on the wall, which is mostly covered by those heart throb pictures.)
(We begin to hear giggling, and the scene goes down. On the shaggy white carpet with a Bratz blanket, a couple of tween girls, no older than 11 each sit in their pajamas. They each have on either white, baby blue, or pink pajamas, and all have stuffed animals in their hands. On the floor are what seems to be hundreds of empty soda cans, popcorn bags, and Barbie dolls.)
Blonde haired little girl: (Nervously) It was fun playing with the Barbies. I mean, since we don't play with them anymore, seeing as they are immature...
(The rest of the group agrees and nods nervously. Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door. The girls giggle.)
BHLG: Come in! Sh!
(From the door comes a one Lawnmower Jones, dressed in black footsy pajamas with little lawnmower emblems on them. A big wet spot is on his croch, and Jones takes a seat in the circle. The girls all giggle.)
LJ: (Unnoticeingly) Sorry, ladies. You know how it is during this time of month.
(All the girls agree with Jones, complimenting Sally. Sally is a brunette girl with pink pajamas and a stuffed animal pig wearing glasses. She shrugs and smiles.)
(Jones looks around as his face goes from giggling to worried.)
LJ: Where's Mr. Mummers?
(The girls all giggle. Jones stands up.)
LJ: I said, where's Mr. Mummers?
(The girls all point and laugh to a black girl with frizzy hair. She has on baby blue pajamas and a tickle me Elmo doll.)
LJ: You got him, Shawna?
(The girls all laugh hysterically.)
Shawna: (laughing) No!
LJ: Oh really?
(Jones grabs the tickle me Elmo doll.)
Elmo: I love you!
(Jones immediately locks in the Jonesmission, falling to the floor and everything. The girls all scream and get up, trying to persuade Jones to let go.)
LJ: Gimme him!
Elmo: (Fuzzy) I love you...
(Shawna hurries and grabs a stuffed animal rat, with a fedora and a missing eye from under the bed. The tail is wet and looks like it's been slobbered on numerous times. Jones lets go of Elmo and hugs the rat. The girls all go back into the circle.)
LJ: Sorry girls, sometimes I get worked up...
Red head: It's ok, Jones. We know what you mean.
LJ: Thanks Courtney.
Courtney: Like, one time, when daddy said I couldn't get a cell phone because I'm only in fifth grade, I locked myself in my room and knocked all the pictures down. I said-
LJ: Thanks Courtney.
Courtney: (Rambling) I'm mature. In like, seven years, I'll be able to buy cigarettes and get lung cancer. In three years, I'll have a boyfriend. Then he said I couldn't. Then I said I already had one. Then he said I couldn't go out with Chuck, which made me go like-Oh My God! I was so mad so I-
LJ: (Irritated) Thanks, Courtney.
Courtney: Said "Daddy, he's cute. Why can't I?" He said something about rape and anal penetration or something, I dunno, he's old and I don't listen to sixties music so I was like whatever. And he said whatever. And I said whatever.
(Jones takes a pillow and smacks the girl in the face with it. She falls over and the girls begin going to usual slumber party activities.)
Shawna: Let's play truth or dare!
Asian girl: I'll go first. Shawna, who would you rather kiss: Eminem's head with Nick Lachey's body or Seth from gym class, you know, the little dorky one for a million dollars?
Shawna: You dumb chink! That's not truth or dare!
(The girls giggle.)
Sally: Jones, truth or dare?
LJ: Uhm, I dunno. I don't know how to play!
Sally: Comon, pick one.
LJ:...Truth?
Sally: OK, will the New Dynasty beat you on Sunday?
LJ: No.
(The girls giggle.)
Unknown girl: Let's play telephone!
Group: Yea! Yea!
(The girls all whisper in one another's ears. The last girl, a white girl with frizzy hair and braces, stands up.)
Girl: Creeping Death has man boobs.
Shawna: He's got bigger boobs than you!
(The girl bows her head and sits down.)
Sally: I heard a rumor that Neo and Outcast were both brought in from an Afghan Strip Club where the performed all sorts of routines onto helpless controlling shiek bastards.
(The girls all look around at one another. Some exchange faces of "ooo" and "ahh".)
Latin Girl: I heard Creeping Death ate a douche while he was crapping, therefore earning him the name "Crapping Douche" in his house.
Curly haired white girl: One time, at band camp, Neo was our instructor, and he tried to hook up with a counselor by singing "Sexy Love".
Shawna: I heard Outcast couldn't even hook up with Paris Hilton!
LJ: You girls want to hear something real gross?
(The girls all lean in.)
LJ: (Whispering) I heard that the New Dynasty Members still haven't gotten their cootie shots!
(The group all lean back and make yuckie faces. The girls all laugh momentarily.)
Sally: So, any of you girls want some LSD?
(The scene fades to black with each girl reaching their hands out in front of Sally.)
(On the wall there seems to be millions of little pictures from magazines cut out: Backstreet Boys, Ashton Kutcher, Nick Lachey, Jack of Blades, you know, the teen heart throbs? There also seems to be a large rainbow painted on the wall, which is mostly covered by those heart throb pictures.)
(We begin to hear giggling, and the scene goes down. On the shaggy white carpet with a Bratz blanket, a couple of tween girls, no older than 11 each sit in their pajamas. They each have on either white, baby blue, or pink pajamas, and all have stuffed animals in their hands. On the floor are what seems to be hundreds of empty soda cans, popcorn bags, and Barbie dolls.)
Blonde haired little girl: (Nervously) It was fun playing with the Barbies. I mean, since we don't play with them anymore, seeing as they are immature...
(The rest of the group agrees and nods nervously. Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door. The girls giggle.)
BHLG: Come in! Sh!
(From the door comes a one Lawnmower Jones, dressed in black footsy pajamas with little lawnmower emblems on them. A big wet spot is on his croch, and Jones takes a seat in the circle. The girls all giggle.)
LJ: (Unnoticeingly) Sorry, ladies. You know how it is during this time of month.
(All the girls agree with Jones, complimenting Sally. Sally is a brunette girl with pink pajamas and a stuffed animal pig wearing glasses. She shrugs and smiles.)
(Jones looks around as his face goes from giggling to worried.)
LJ: Where's Mr. Mummers?
(The girls all giggle. Jones stands up.)
LJ: I said, where's Mr. Mummers?
(The girls all point and laugh to a black girl with frizzy hair. She has on baby blue pajamas and a tickle me Elmo doll.)
LJ: You got him, Shawna?
(The girls all laugh hysterically.)
Shawna: (laughing) No!
LJ: Oh really?
(Jones grabs the tickle me Elmo doll.)
Elmo: I love you!
(Jones immediately locks in the Jonesmission, falling to the floor and everything. The girls all scream and get up, trying to persuade Jones to let go.)
LJ: Gimme him!
Elmo: (Fuzzy) I love you...
(Shawna hurries and grabs a stuffed animal rat, with a fedora and a missing eye from under the bed. The tail is wet and looks like it's been slobbered on numerous times. Jones lets go of Elmo and hugs the rat. The girls all go back into the circle.)
LJ: Sorry girls, sometimes I get worked up...
Red head: It's ok, Jones. We know what you mean.
LJ: Thanks Courtney.
Courtney: Like, one time, when daddy said I couldn't get a cell phone because I'm only in fifth grade, I locked myself in my room and knocked all the pictures down. I said-
LJ: Thanks Courtney.
Courtney: (Rambling) I'm mature. In like, seven years, I'll be able to buy cigarettes and get lung cancer. In three years, I'll have a boyfriend. Then he said I couldn't. Then I said I already had one. Then he said I couldn't go out with Chuck, which made me go like-Oh My God! I was so mad so I-
LJ: (Irritated) Thanks, Courtney.
Courtney: Said "Daddy, he's cute. Why can't I?" He said something about rape and anal penetration or something, I dunno, he's old and I don't listen to sixties music so I was like whatever. And he said whatever. And I said whatever.
(Jones takes a pillow and smacks the girl in the face with it. She falls over and the girls begin going to usual slumber party activities.)
Shawna: Let's play truth or dare!
Asian girl: I'll go first. Shawna, who would you rather kiss: Eminem's head with Nick Lachey's body or Seth from gym class, you know, the little dorky one for a million dollars?
Shawna: You dumb chink! That's not truth or dare!
(The girls giggle.)
Sally: Jones, truth or dare?
LJ: Uhm, I dunno. I don't know how to play!
Sally: Comon, pick one.
LJ:...Truth?
Sally: OK, will the New Dynasty beat you on Sunday?
LJ: No.
(The girls giggle.)
Unknown girl: Let's play telephone!
Group: Yea! Yea!
(The girls all whisper in one another's ears. The last girl, a white girl with frizzy hair and braces, stands up.)
Girl: Creeping Death has man boobs.
Shawna: He's got bigger boobs than you!
(The girl bows her head and sits down.)
Sally: I heard a rumor that Neo and Outcast were both brought in from an Afghan Strip Club where the performed all sorts of routines onto helpless controlling shiek bastards.
(The girls all look around at one another. Some exchange faces of "ooo" and "ahh".)
Latin Girl: I heard Creeping Death ate a douche while he was crapping, therefore earning him the name "Crapping Douche" in his house.
Curly haired white girl: One time, at band camp, Neo was our instructor, and he tried to hook up with a counselor by singing "Sexy Love".
Shawna: I heard Outcast couldn't even hook up with Paris Hilton!
LJ: You girls want to hear something real gross?
(The girls all lean in.)
LJ: (Whispering) I heard that the New Dynasty Members still haven't gotten their cootie shots!
(The group all lean back and make yuckie faces. The girls all laugh momentarily.)
Sally: So, any of you girls want some LSD?
(The scene fades to black with each girl reaching their hands out in front of Sally.)
