Oct 26, 2007 23:02
FADE IN.
INT. KITCHEN - LATE EVENING
Our hero, SHAWN (24) sips Chardonnay as our other hero, A BRONTOSAURUS (8,000,000) washes the counter with an already-dirty rag. Shawn cringes at the violent shakes caused by his cohort's enormous paw stretching across the sink to get some dried granola.
SHAWN
I'll clean. Don't worry about it.
A BRONTOSAURUS
It's my granola - I'll get it. You don't even like granola.
Shawn wipes his nose with the edge of his wine glass.
A BRONOSAURS (CONT'D)
Is that the wine Brendan got us?
SHAWN
Kristy.
A BRONTOSAURUS
I thought we were saving that for a special occassion.
SHAWN
That was Brendan's.
A BRONTOSAURUS
Still...
The neck of the brontosaurus stretches across the kitchen island, swings back-and-forth over Shawn's head, and releases a yawn, but retched out like vomit.
SHAWN
It's a special occassion. The time warp. The magic apron. Rosenberg's return. It's all special.
The brontosaurus throws the dirty rag into the trash can and nearly shatters Shawn's wine glass with his tail.
A BRONTOSAURUS
I have Bunco tonight.
TO BE CONTINUED...