A/N: This was is a particularly short and less-serious (even for the series) chapter in the New Smallville Chronicles.
(AG walks in without a lot of coordination)
AG: (announces) Teletubbies.
ED: (looks at her watch) It’s not April 1.
AG: Here me out.
AM: Are you drunk?
TW: Where Miles?
AG: Designated Driver. So, here’s how it’s going to go down. We can have
ED: Your breath reeks of cheap gin.
MR: (with complete sincerity) Can Lex’s head have a male sign?
AG: Genius!
AM: Lana can be an acorn.
KK: I hate you, but it’s still funny. Yours can be a pair of boobs.
MR: You’ll have to fight Erica for them.
AA: Jimmy can be a camera.
ED: That’s not creative. Maybe a puppy dog.
MR: Or a hieroglyph.
AA: What will we call ourselves?
ED: (to TW) Dummy.
AM: (to MR) Woobey.
KK: (to AM) Thinky cleavy.
AA: (about himself) Flashy?
TW: (to KK) Lie-Lies.
MR: (to ED) Tipsy Bra-Bra Winky Winky Ho. For the win.
AG: (writing this all down on a notepad up-side-down with a capped pen) Brilliance, all of you. Keeping the creative wines flowing.
AA: Doesn’t he mean…?
KK: It’s not worth it, Aaron.
MR: What should we show on our little belly TVs?
ED: Knowing our producers, they’ll probably be shameless Ford Fusion, Toyota Yaris, and Sprint ads.
AG: (swaying) Does anyone have any more cheap gin?
ED: Yeah, c’mon, I keep a bottle in my car.
(ED leaves supporting AG)
MR: (in a high-pitched voice) Group hug! (normal voice) C’mon, anybody?
KK: Mike, you don’t have kids. How do you know all this?
MR: No comment.
TW: See ya guys.
MR: (high-pitched) Bye-bye!
(TW leaves)
AM: (looking at her watch) Kristin, you got time for lunch?
KK: Absolutely. Have fun, Mike.
AM: Later.
MR: Bye-bye! Bye-bye!
(AM and KK leave together)
AA: No offence, but I’m leaving, too.
MR: Bye-bye!
AA: That gets annoying fast.
MR: Group hug!
(AA leaves)
(MR is alone)
MR: Uh-oh! (pause) Hey, Al, Durance. You left, yet? How much ya got?
(MR leaves)
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