| General Script posted January 13, 2022 |
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a scene with Pons and Ned
Scene at a Croquet Gam 7
by Bill Schott
CAST: Pons = croquet whisperer Ned = croquet novice Bed = croquet slumberer Fed = croquet food critic G.E.D. = croquet Ned clone Hed = croquet genius Led = croquet evangelist Med = croquet partier Ped = croquet stepper Zed/Red = croquet possessed corpse DED = croquet Angel of Death. Scene continues although we all hope it will be the last. Pons: This will be the last strike, Ned. It's a close match. We might win. Ned: 'Fraid not, Cuz. Yer ball split in two jis now. I ain't so sure ya kin fix er or hit er. Pons: (Shouts) We forfeit! Ned: What we fittin' inta, Pons? Who're the utter two dudes? Pons: Huh? Ned: Huh? Bed: (Takes a swing and knocks the ball to the point near the final peg) This game is taking forever. Fed: Is it lunch time yet? G.E.D.: Take the final stroke, Hed. I trust you will place our sphere closest to the pole. Hed: If I fail to do so, the world may be ending. G.E.D.: Although the world may be ending, I feel strongly that your ball placement would more likely be coincidental rather than causational. Hed hits the ball which rolls up to and touches Bed and Fed's ball. Led: (strikes the ball which races along the ground and taps the two other balls) Behold his mighty hand! Med: Is that a biblical verse, Led? Led: It was more in the context of -- Look at me!. Ped: (walking in place) I borrowed a garden shovel and extricated our ball. Ped strikes the ball and sends it directly to tap against the others by the goal stake. Zed/Red: Well that's about it. (Looking to DED) Can I ditch this meat sack now? DED: You can go after you have gathered the souls of all your departed vermin. Position Zed's remains somewhere where he will be found with some modicum of respect. Zed/Red: (Scoffs) I was thinking about parking him, pants-down, in the port-a-john. How's that? DED: Give it some more thought. As Ye sow, so shall Ye reap. Zed/Red: Wow, you oughta write that down. Ped: Hey, Zed. Who are you talking to? Zed/Red: My name is D-red, dude. Zed is da-dadada-dead. I was just talking to the Angel of Death. Ped: Ah - well - alright. Since the last stroke is coming up, and you seem to be having a psychotic break -- maybe I should take the last strike. Zed/Red: Go for it, nut-who-walks-in-place. Ped: Good call. To be continued... 
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