AlexzBonner
01-30-2001, 07:56 PM
This is a remake of 'Seven Little Indians'.
(((We hear a thunder clap and a bolt of lightning lights up the girls' old room where Alexz, Rachel, Jordan, and Sara are sleeping)))
Jor: What was that?
Ra: Again? (sits up)
S: I heard it too, Jordan. We heard the click of a chainsaw being turned on!
A: Either shut up or you can't sleep in here! Our parents trust us enough to let us babysit for my dad while they go skiing for the weekend.
Jor: That's right. We should honor their request by not getting killed!
Ra: I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry. That "healthy" meal Alexz cooked we had to throw out and I'm hungry.
A: Well, then, go eat a cat.
Ra: Huh?
A: Isn't that what dogs eat?
Ra: H, ha. Just for that, I'm spitting in your cocoa!
A: You wouldn't spit in someone's cocoa if they paid you to.
Ra: Back in awile. (she puts on her robe and leaves.)
Jor: Alexz, didn't that movie scare you the least little bit?
A: No! I saw it lots of times.
Ra: (screams)
S: What was that?
A: Nothing you're imagining things!
A: I don't know about you, but I'm goin' down there to find out what it is! (gets out of bed and heads to the door.) Are you guys comin' with me or are you just gonna stay up here like a bunch of sniffling wimps?
Jor: (sniff, sniff)
S: (sniff, sniff)
Ra: (throws the door open and stands in it just like Beverly Ann.)
Jor: Rachel!
S: What a dramatic entrance!
A: Rachel, what happened downstairs?
Ra: It's your dad! He's de-de-de-de-de...
A, S, Jor: De-de-de-de-de?
(((downstairs)))
Ra: How horrible.
Jor: He was so nice to us.
S: He was so... old.
A: He owed me $15.
S: How did it happen?
A: Well... he didn't pay me my allowance for 3 months and--
Jor: Not that! This!
Ra: I don't know. Apparently, he came in here to make us milkshakes.
A: Somehow, the blades puntured the plastic Jelly-Belly bag.
S: Spilling the flour.
Jor: Making him trip on the cord.
Ra: When he opened his mouth to say ouch...
A: That's when the rubber chicken he'd been hiding up there fell in finishing him off.
Ra: Death by Rube Goldberg.
S: In my opinion, there are only two possibilities. Either Alexz's dad is clumsy or his death was a murder.
Ra: Murder?
S: Murder.
Jor: Murder?
A: She said murder. Wait, wait, wait. That would mean Rachel was the killer and you have no proof that she did that.
I really gotta go, but I'll post more when I get the chance.
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Terry: Jo, c'mere! Quick! I gotta show you somethin'. Now, don't laugh. (holds up dress)
J: Yeah?
T: It's a dress!
J: So?
T: I bought this to wear to a dance at school, only never did.
J: Why not?
T: I went bowlin' with the guys instead. Actually, I had a good night; I broke 220. The only difference between Paulie and me is that he's taller? Well, I'll show them! I bet they never saw Paulie in one of these!
J: Can I ask you a question?
T: I guess.
J: Does this have anything to do with the dinner guest you got them to force you to invite?
T: What do you mean?
J: That was brilliant the way you did that. He's real cute.
T: Tony? He's not cute... he is gorgeous! Jo, you gotta help me!
J: How?
T: (runs over and dumps a bag of makeup out) I bought all this stuff, but I on't know how it works!
J: Well, what do I know about makeup? I just brush my teeth and go.
T: Jo, I don't need much. Just enough where Tony will notice... and Pop won't.
J: This is way out of my league. What you need is an expert. Someone who spends 24 hours a day lookin' at herself in the mirror.
B: Hello?
J: It's me. I've got an emergency.
B: Good heavems, you're in jail!
J: Don't kid around, Blair. We're desperate. There's a face here that desperately needs your help.
B: Okay, what shape is her face?
J: (looks at Terry) It's face shaped.
B: Does it look like a heart or an egg?
J: (looks at Terry) I think it looks like an apple. Blair, hold on a second. Are you sure you want to do this?
T: I've got to!
J: I'm not sure if they're ready to see you come down the stairs lookin' like a...
T: Looking like a girl? They better be. 'Cause ready or not, here I come.
~`~ Kenzie ~`~
(((We hear a thunder clap and a bolt of lightning lights up the girls' old room where Alexz, Rachel, Jordan, and Sara are sleeping)))
Jor: What was that?
Ra: Again? (sits up)
S: I heard it too, Jordan. We heard the click of a chainsaw being turned on!
A: Either shut up or you can't sleep in here! Our parents trust us enough to let us babysit for my dad while they go skiing for the weekend.
Jor: That's right. We should honor their request by not getting killed!
Ra: I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry. That "healthy" meal Alexz cooked we had to throw out and I'm hungry.
A: Well, then, go eat a cat.
Ra: Huh?
A: Isn't that what dogs eat?
Ra: H, ha. Just for that, I'm spitting in your cocoa!
A: You wouldn't spit in someone's cocoa if they paid you to.
Ra: Back in awile. (she puts on her robe and leaves.)
Jor: Alexz, didn't that movie scare you the least little bit?
A: No! I saw it lots of times.
Ra: (screams)
S: What was that?
A: Nothing you're imagining things!
A: I don't know about you, but I'm goin' down there to find out what it is! (gets out of bed and heads to the door.) Are you guys comin' with me or are you just gonna stay up here like a bunch of sniffling wimps?
Jor: (sniff, sniff)
S: (sniff, sniff)
Ra: (throws the door open and stands in it just like Beverly Ann.)
Jor: Rachel!
S: What a dramatic entrance!
A: Rachel, what happened downstairs?
Ra: It's your dad! He's de-de-de-de-de...
A, S, Jor: De-de-de-de-de?
(((downstairs)))
Ra: How horrible.
Jor: He was so nice to us.
S: He was so... old.
A: He owed me $15.
S: How did it happen?
A: Well... he didn't pay me my allowance for 3 months and--
Jor: Not that! This!
Ra: I don't know. Apparently, he came in here to make us milkshakes.
A: Somehow, the blades puntured the plastic Jelly-Belly bag.
S: Spilling the flour.
Jor: Making him trip on the cord.
Ra: When he opened his mouth to say ouch...
A: That's when the rubber chicken he'd been hiding up there fell in finishing him off.
Ra: Death by Rube Goldberg.
S: In my opinion, there are only two possibilities. Either Alexz's dad is clumsy or his death was a murder.
Ra: Murder?
S: Murder.
Jor: Murder?
A: She said murder. Wait, wait, wait. That would mean Rachel was the killer and you have no proof that she did that.
I really gotta go, but I'll post more when I get the chance.
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Terry: Jo, c'mere! Quick! I gotta show you somethin'. Now, don't laugh. (holds up dress)
J: Yeah?
T: It's a dress!
J: So?
T: I bought this to wear to a dance at school, only never did.
J: Why not?
T: I went bowlin' with the guys instead. Actually, I had a good night; I broke 220. The only difference between Paulie and me is that he's taller? Well, I'll show them! I bet they never saw Paulie in one of these!
J: Can I ask you a question?
T: I guess.
J: Does this have anything to do with the dinner guest you got them to force you to invite?
T: What do you mean?
J: That was brilliant the way you did that. He's real cute.
T: Tony? He's not cute... he is gorgeous! Jo, you gotta help me!
J: How?
T: (runs over and dumps a bag of makeup out) I bought all this stuff, but I on't know how it works!
J: Well, what do I know about makeup? I just brush my teeth and go.
T: Jo, I don't need much. Just enough where Tony will notice... and Pop won't.
J: This is way out of my league. What you need is an expert. Someone who spends 24 hours a day lookin' at herself in the mirror.
B: Hello?
J: It's me. I've got an emergency.
B: Good heavems, you're in jail!
J: Don't kid around, Blair. We're desperate. There's a face here that desperately needs your help.
B: Okay, what shape is her face?
J: (looks at Terry) It's face shaped.
B: Does it look like a heart or an egg?
J: (looks at Terry) I think it looks like an apple. Blair, hold on a second. Are you sure you want to do this?
T: I've got to!
J: I'm not sure if they're ready to see you come down the stairs lookin' like a...
T: Looking like a girl? They better be. 'Cause ready or not, here I come.
~`~ Kenzie ~`~