New Sitcom? - by guest Blogger Linda
The following post is from my good friend Linda.
The name of the program will be 2403. Its about a 'normal' family with abnormal events and situations. I think it will be a big hit!
Today's episode starts out with the female lead, let's call her Linda, rising to start her day. It's 4:00 am, its cold, should she hit the snooze?? Nah, she has to pee, might as well get up.
Feed the cats, take a shower...dry hair. Re-enter bedroom. Linda bitches a moment at her dog, Mack. He has been farting all night and the bedroom stinks. Linda pauses to spray some linen spray in the direction of the dog.
She gets dressed, turns off the tv and begins her exit. She pauses at the door, makes a comment to the dog and proceeds. No, wait...Mack is unusually unresponsive. She goes back to the bed, calls his name. (He's kind of old and his hearing isn't the best). He doesn't wake up. She pokes his hind leg...no twitch...she takes his lips in her hand (yes he has lips, they are on the side..its commonly called a soft mouth for retrieving)and gives his head a shake. Nothing. Hmmmm? He doesn't look like he's breathing.
Female lead, Linda, starts getting a bit creeped out. She takes hold of the comforter and gives a tug. Mack does not move. Now she heads to the door, across the hall.
Linda stops outside her son's door and the scene continues as follows:
Linda: Doug!?
Doug: What?
Linda: I think the dog is dead in my bed.
Doug; What?
Linda: I think the damn dog is dead in my fucking bed!!!
Doug: Why are you telling me this? What do you want me to do about it?
Linda: I don't know, I don't know what to do about it.
Doug: (Opening his bedroom door) This isn't very funny, if you are kidding.
Linda - waving her arm back towards her bedroom: I'm not kidding..go look. I think he is dead.
Doug: I.am.NOT.looking. I am not looking at a dead dog, or any dead animal. I.AM.NOT.LOOKING.
Linda is now back in her room, looking for further signs of life and/or death. Enter from the living room, LaVarr, who was sleeping on the couch..
LaVarr: The dogs dead?
Linda: I think so, I don't know.
LaVarr enters the room, looking closely for signs of breathing...puts his ear to Mack's chest...feeling him with his palm.
LaVarr: Oh yes, he is dead, he is cold already.
Linda: (verge of hysteria) What in the world am I supposed to do with him?
Doug: How can he be dead? What happened?
Linda: I don't know. He was fine, he ate, he hasn't gotten sick. He was awake at 2:30 when I got up. What in the world am I going to do now?
LaVarr: You can call the Humane Society, they should pick him up. I can call them.
Liz comes downstairs bitching about all the loud voices: What the hell?
LaVarr: The dog is dead...on Binda's bed (Binda, a nickname)
Liz: Shocked laughter, you're kidding me.
Commercial break while Linda paces and rants a while.
All gather in the living room, where Linda gets the reality tv show idea. Lavarr tries to reach the Humane Society. No answer at 5 am of course. Doug asks a couple of times: Mom, aren't you upset, you don't seem upset? Linda replies: No, not upset right now...troubled, troubled that I have a dead animal on my bed and don't know what to do with it.
It's decided that Barr (nickname) and Doug will take Mack outside by the garage, for the time being. Linda wraps the comforter around Mack so that Doug (you may now refer to him as Pussboy) doesn't have to "see" the dead animal. She and LaVarr lift the dog off of the bed. Doug takes Linda's end and out they go..
Commercial break now.
We return from the commercial break:
Realizing that nothing can be done until at least 8, life goes on. Linda goes to work. At 8 am, she starts making phone calls, beginning with the Humane Society.
Linda: hello, I'd like some information please. My dog died this morning and I am not sure what to do with him.
Nice HS girl: Oh, I'm sorry. You can bring him here, we do a group cremation for 30.00. Or we offer an outside service that will do a lone cremation and will give you the ashes in a small urn.
Linda: Uh no thanks, no ashes. You mean I just throw him into my trunk and bring him over today? Thats a bit creepy.
HS: Well you could lay him in the back seat, or if he has a bed or carrier or something you could place him in that and we would return it to you.
Linda: He's not a small dog, I can't lift him. He's already rather stiff so I can't move him around to fit in anything like that...and no offense, I loved the guy but I don't really want to touch him much.
HS: Well then the trunk is fine and you don't need an appointment, you can just bring him over. We are open until 5:30.
Linda continues working, stopping to accept the condolences of her co-workers who are having an incredible hard time keeping a straight face...It IS rather humorous, in a sick sort of way. She decides to call Alec...the love of her life. He's the reason that she has the damn dog anyway, its all his fault. (If its an hour show we will do flashbacks)
Linda: Hey, its me.
Alex: What's up?
Linda; Mack died in my bed sometime this morning.
Alex: No way, Rinda (another nickname) I'm sorry. What happened.
Linda: I don't know. But since its your fault to begin with I thought I should call you.
ALex: I never knew the guy was going to do that...I told you.
BLAH BLAH BLAH
The conversation ends with him offering to pick the dog up, take him to the convalescent hospital that he heads maintenance for and bury him on their grounds. He also promised to not look at him, like Linda requests..
Thus ends the first episode.
Do we have a hit in the making or not?
Audrey came up with me while Lauren and Ken spent a couple of hours by themselves.
I turned the camera over to Audrey, who took a picture out the window...
...and one of me getting my hair cut by Lai.
Don't you love his leather scissors holster?
