Saturday Morning:
SCENE: Teleri house, bedroom.
Flash to clock reading 6:45 AM.
FIZGIG: Meeeeooooouuuuuuwwwww.
BUCKLEY: Meeeeeuh?
FIZGIG: MROOOOWWWWW!
TELERI (waking up):Oh for the love of god shut the fuck up! (getting out of bed and mumbling) Why do you insist on refusing to understand ...
While walking to the kitchen, both FIZGIG and BUCKLEY are twining around TELERI's legs. Eventually, she trips over one of them and goes sprawling in the kitchen floor.
(From Bedroom) BRACK: What happened?!
TELERI: Cats want me dead. All before the alarm goes off. Hate. There will be a visit to the pound today.
TELERI feeds FIZGIG and BUCKLEY muttering incomprehensively about alarms and calling in sick and the pound for ungrateful kittens.
TELERI stumbles back into the bedroom reaching for the phone.
BRACK: What are ya doing? (sleepily)
TELERI: I'm calling in sick. (whining) I can't deal with them waking me up like this. I'm tired and I don't wanna go to work today.
BRACK: (said into pillow as he rolls over) Sweetie, it's Saturday.
TELERI flops back in to the bed pulling the covers up around her ears and sighs: Thank god. It is isn't it?
As TELERI rolls over to go back to sleep, FIZGIG jumps onto the bed and lays down in the bend of TELERI's leg and starts purring. BUCKLEY jumps on the bed and curls up on the pillow above BRACK's head. Everyone falls asleep.
Flash to clock reading 6:45 AM.
FIZGIG: Meeeeooooouuuuuuwwwww.
BUCKLEY: Meeeeeuh?
FIZGIG: MROOOOWWWWW!
TELERI (waking up):Oh for the love of god shut the fuck up! (getting out of bed and mumbling) Why do you insist on refusing to understand ...
While walking to the kitchen, both FIZGIG and BUCKLEY are twining around TELERI's legs. Eventually, she trips over one of them and goes sprawling in the kitchen floor.
(From Bedroom) BRACK: What happened?!
TELERI: Cats want me dead. All before the alarm goes off. Hate. There will be a visit to the pound today.
TELERI feeds FIZGIG and BUCKLEY muttering incomprehensively about alarms and calling in sick and the pound for ungrateful kittens.
TELERI stumbles back into the bedroom reaching for the phone.
BRACK: What are ya doing? (sleepily)
TELERI: I'm calling in sick. (whining) I can't deal with them waking me up like this. I'm tired and I don't wanna go to work today.
BRACK: (said into pillow as he rolls over) Sweetie, it's Saturday.
TELERI flops back in to the bed pulling the covers up around her ears and sighs: Thank god. It is isn't it?
As TELERI rolls over to go back to sleep, FIZGIG jumps onto the bed and lays down in the bend of TELERI's leg and starts purring. BUCKLEY jumps on the bed and curls up on the pillow above BRACK's head. Everyone falls asleep.