From: chirico@bobcat.ent.ohiou.edu (robert chirico ) Date: Sat, 23 Jul 1994 04:53:12 GMT ============================================================================ Acme Acres County Fair ============================================================================ The scene is a dark and gloomy evening in Acme Acres. Not the scary type of night where the lightening shining in the distance and the thunder booms from a far off place, but the dreary, grey, gloomy type. It has been a drizzling overcast mess for days. It is during mid-summer when the humidity makes one feel that they are melting away. Zoom from the Acme Acres map onto Plucky's reed hut, through his bedroom window and then onto Plucky scribbling away on a sheet of paper. He takes the sheet, crumbles it up and tosses it into a pile near his trashcan where several thousand other paper crumble balls reside. PLUCKY: I've had it! I've tried tried to coerce her with my charm, modesty, and humbleness. I just can't even write her a letter to tell her how I really feel. Buster appears in a circle in the corner of the story and says BUSTER: Yeah right. Modesty for him is claiming he's _only_ as strong as Mike Tyson. Buster's circle fades out. As the focus continues on Plucky, he throws his head back and does his typical yell of dispair and lays his head on the table. After a moment he has a flash of brilliance with the typical light bulb over his head and says to himself.. PLUCKY: I'll just pass the time at the County Fair. Yeah I'll just go to Hamton's house, and we go throw up our guts on the rides. I just have to get my mind off of these problems. As Plucky gets his things together to go the Hamton's, the screen fades out. Fade in on Shirley at her gypsy tent located at the edge of the Acme Acres County Fair. Due the the rotton weather lately, the crowds at the fair have been very low and Shirley's busniess has not been the best. Foulmouth comes busting in and yells... FOULMOUTH: Hey Shirl! I uh see that yer goddamn business is going a little slow today, so why don't we go on over to goddamn the Weenie Burger, and get some eats? Later on we can go to the friggin' dance club and get something to drink! what-do-ya- say? Huh? SHIRLEY (unhappily surprised): Like... I'm sorry FM. But this weather has, like, totally put my karhma in a very bad mood. Plus, like, I've got, um, plans. (She finally got the excuse, which is a total lie) I've got a date with Plucky after I get off work. Immediately Shirley's karhma leaves her body, shows a look of disbelief at what Shirley just said, and with nose up, leaves the scene. FOULMOUTH (not the least phased): Well, no Kidding? Ah shit. Doesn't that just bit my ass!?! Forget it then, I'll try Sweetie, she's more my goddamn size anyway. Better luck next time. Later Shirl... Foulmouth walks out of the tent none the worse for shape. He goes out to find Sweetie somewhere in the fairgrounds. A quick pan to the left focuses on the Hamton's house where Plucky is just arriving a in a little better mood from the walk. He rings the door bell. Promptly Hamton answers the door. HAMTON: Yes? Oh, hi Plucky. What are you doing here? PLUCKY: (much too cheerfully): There's nothin' to do around here! Let's go to the fair! HAMTON: But, Plucky, I ... Hamton is cut off by Plucky dragging him off into the distance. As they fade off over the hill, Pluck is heard saying: PLUCKY: Clean you room!?! Can't you learn to goof off like the rest of us? Fade out of scene then fade into fair gate. Plucky and Hamton are walking side by side to the ticket booth. Plucky makes Hamton pay the admission charges and they walk over to the midway. {WRITER'S NOTE: For those of you that don't know what this carvinal ride is, you won't catch the joke if you can call it a joke} PLUCKY: Hey! It's The Round Up! Come on Hammy, this will make you puke for sure! HAMTON: I'm not so sure Plucky, it looks scary and ... PLUCKY: Oh, come on. The two wait in line, board the ride, and everyone buckles in but Plucky. PLUCKY: Oh Hammy, you don't need that sissy strap. This is gonna be GREAT! HAMTON: It pays to be safe. The ride starts spinning faster and faster. Everyone on the ride (which is six because of the rotton weather) has their faces and bodies stretched back with a force ten times more than the force exerted by the world's biggest anvil in _The Anvil Chorus_. The ride then starts to raise to a vertical as The Round Up does. Not enough centrifigal force is exerted to keep the passenger in his station. Plucky, being the only one not wearing his strap, rises to the top of the ride and falls to the bottom yelling and screaming all the way through the ride that has become a very large carvinal blender. When the ride ends, Hamton jumps off totally excited and elated by Plucky's terrific idea to come to the fair. Plucky looks like one big bruise. HAMTON: That was great Plucky! I never knew that I could have so much fun! PLUCKY (very out of it): Huh? Suddenly the Dream Girl from SBS walks across the screen and notices Hamton. She blows a kiss to him. HAMTON: Hey Plucky! It's my girl from Florida, I'll just be a minute. I have to go and say hi. PLUCKY (still dazed): Huh? Uh, Ok Hammy. Have Fun. Hamton goes over to Dream Girl and they walk out into the distance. After a moment Plucky finally come's back into consciensiousness. He looks around and sees what Hamton did. He becomes upset at the situation once again. PLUCKY (to himself): Even my best friend leaves me! What has happened to my life? Coming to the fair was the worst idea that I ever had! With head lowered Plucky walks aimlessly around the fairgrounds. He walks Foulmouth's way. Foulmouth notices him. FOULMOUTH (yelling out): Hey Plucky! How the hell are ya! PLUCKY: Foulmouth? FOULMOUTH: On you're on your friggin' way to see Shirl I bet. I've goddamn given up of her. Yeah, I was goddamn saw her a her while back today and she said that you were takin' her out on a friggin date and... PLUCKY (susprised): Shirley? Date? ... FOULMOUTH: Yeah; Don't you friggin' remember? You're susposed to goddamn meet her after her shift is over at the gypsy's tent. Well Pluck', you can friggin' have her. She's dumped me too damned many times. Oh, by the way, don't watch _Skunknophobia_, she hates that movie. Well, I'm off for the other fish in the friggin' sea. See ya later Plucky! Foulmouth leaves with Plucky still confused about what he said about a date. In a few moments Plucky comes to realize that Foulmouth said something about Shirley, a date, and after the day's shift. He starts to run to the tent, but then his fear of rejection gets to him. As he approaches the tent, he walks slower and slower. He approaches the flaps to the tent, but hesitates to enter. By some great fate of timing, Shirley is closing the tent. She went through the entire day without a single customer and blaming that fact on the rotton weather. As Plucky is about to open the tent flap, Shirley exits the tent and sees Plucky in astonishment. SHIRLEY (a bit embarassed about what she said to Foulmouth earlier, eventhough Plucky shouldn't know a thing): Hello Plucky. Like, what are you doing here? PLUCKY (overcome with fear and a rare case of humility): I, uh, came here to see you. I saw Foulmouth and he mentioned something about... SHIRLEY (getting her composure back and a bit of fear): I, like, said that just to get rid of F. M. I'm, like, outta here! PLUCKY (in desperation): Wait Shirl! NO!.... Maybe it was the odd weather. Maybe it was that her Karhma left. Maybe it was a feeling of guilt. Maybe is was Plucky's rare show of sincerity, but as Shirley was floating away, she stopped, paused, and came back. The two talked for some time. The screen fades outs as the two walk into the dreary background hand in hand. THE END. ============================================================================ /[[[[[[/[[[[[ /[[[[[[ /[[ | Robert J. Chirico - Ohio University ///[[/ /[[//[[ ///[[// /[[ | College of Engineering /[[ /[[ /[[ /[[ // | rchirico@oucsace.cs.ohiou.edu /[[[[[[/[[ //[[ /[[ /[[ | chirico@bobcat.ent.ohiou.edu ////// // // // // | A rotating wheel pivots on the ground.