AlexzBonner
01-30-2001, 07:55 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: Ha, 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 awhile. (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?
Jor: Nothing were'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.
Jor: Who?
Ra: Never mind.
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!
Jor: I'm gonna call the police. (picks up phone, holds it to ear for a second the puts it back down.) That's funny; the line's dead.
S: Dead? Or, did someone cut it?
Ra: Cut it?
S: Cut it.
Jor: Cut it?
A: Cut it out!
S: The only one who had the chance to
murder Rick, is Rachel!
Ra: That's prepostersus! I wouldn't hurt a fly!
A: You're usin' those big words!
Ra: Well... maybe a fly. (knock on window)
Jor: Listen!
A: What are you a bat?
S: There's someone outside!
Jor: Oh, Rachel, that's wonderful! It means you're innocent! (they hug)
A: Uh... I don't mean to break up this love fest, but the killer's getting closer!
Ra: He's only a heartbeat away.
S: And those heartbeats are ours!
Jor: We are in troublllllllle!
A: I don't know about you wimps, but I'm not goin' down without a fight! (runs to door holding umbrella over her head. A kitten enters. Alexz puts the umbrella down and picks up the kitten.) Well... Rachel, here's you mid-night snack.
Ra: Get it away! I hate cats! (Alexz puts it down.)
Jor: Listen!
Ra: I think Alexz is right. You are a bat! (the lights go out. When they come back on, Alexz comes out first followed by Rachel followed by Jordan.)
A: Get off! Are we all here?
Ra: Everyone but Sara.
Jor: Alexz, be careful. You might trip over Sara. Sara! She's gone! My best friend's gone. We shared so many memories! Secrets, dreams, toothpaste (licks teeth like Tootie did.) I just don't know what to say!
A: Could've fooled me.
Ra: The phone!
Jor: It's dead.
Ra: No! My cell phone! I'll call the Peekskill police right after I find something to wear to Sara's funeral! (runs up the stairs.)
A: There's just one... (looks at Jordan who is sobbing on her shoulder) two things that bother me. Your overreacting
and the killer must have run upsrtairs after when the lights came back on.
Jor: Wait! Rachel's upstairs!
A: (evily) Yeah. (((upstairs)))
Jor: Rachel?
A: Yo, Rach!
Jor: Oh, Rachel! (Rachel is sitting like Blair was.) Thank goodness you're all right! Ahhhhh! She's completely stiff!
A: Looks like she's been moussed to death! At least she died the way she lived; looking at herself. (((downstairs)))
A: We locked all the doors and still Sara and Rachel were killed. That means that one of us is the killer.
Jor: Alexz, a mass murderer? I didn't think you had it in ya.
A: I'm going to the police, even if I have to walk there! (grabs raincoat and umbrella. Jordan opens the door for her.) Wait, why do you want me to go out this door? I'm goin' out through the kitchen, honey. (she runs through the kitchen. A few minutes later she come back in the living room and walks in front of the couch.) Jordan? I don't remember the floor being so lumpy. Ahhh! Jordan's been croaked! She was right! I am a mass murderer! But, I don't remember any of it. Multiple personalities. That's gotta be it. Four different faces of me, each one responsible for a different death. Daddy, Sara, Rachel, Jordan.
Ra: And then there was Alexz!
A: Ahhhhhhh! Rachel? I thought you were--
Ra: Dippity-dooed? That's what I wanted you to think! It made it easier to get rid of the rest of you.
A: You're the murderer? Oh, Rachel, that's so inconsiderate.
Ra: Don't you see? It's part of my plan to eliminate everyone that falls under the 50% tax bracket.
A: But I'm your best friend!
Ra: No, you're not. Sara was. She didn't wear polyester. Her parents didn't drive motocycles or Ramblers. She didn't get her shoes at the supermarket.
A: How do you know that?
Ra: (shrugs) I asked her. Anyway, it's too late for you. You're hopelessly middle-class!
A: No!
J: No! No don't kill Alexz!
A: Mom! Wake up!
J: Don't drink the cocoa! Rachel spit radio-active spit into it!
Ra: Huh?
J: Oh, I was dreaming that Rachel was killing us because we bought out shoes at the supermarket.
Ra: The you deserve to die.
B: Jo, I was thinking. Maybe we should go on a ski trip!
A, Ra, Jor, S, J: No!
THE END!!!!!
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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 ~`~
[This message has been edited by AlexzBonner (edited 02-01-2001).]
(((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: Ha, 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 awhile. (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?
Jor: Nothing were'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.
Jor: Who?
Ra: Never mind.
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!
Jor: I'm gonna call the police. (picks up phone, holds it to ear for a second the puts it back down.) That's funny; the line's dead.
S: Dead? Or, did someone cut it?
Ra: Cut it?
S: Cut it.
Jor: Cut it?
A: Cut it out!
S: The only one who had the chance to
murder Rick, is Rachel!
Ra: That's prepostersus! I wouldn't hurt a fly!
A: You're usin' those big words!
Ra: Well... maybe a fly. (knock on window)
Jor: Listen!
A: What are you a bat?
S: There's someone outside!
Jor: Oh, Rachel, that's wonderful! It means you're innocent! (they hug)
A: Uh... I don't mean to break up this love fest, but the killer's getting closer!
Ra: He's only a heartbeat away.
S: And those heartbeats are ours!
Jor: We are in troublllllllle!
A: I don't know about you wimps, but I'm not goin' down without a fight! (runs to door holding umbrella over her head. A kitten enters. Alexz puts the umbrella down and picks up the kitten.) Well... Rachel, here's you mid-night snack.
Ra: Get it away! I hate cats! (Alexz puts it down.)
Jor: Listen!
Ra: I think Alexz is right. You are a bat! (the lights go out. When they come back on, Alexz comes out first followed by Rachel followed by Jordan.)
A: Get off! Are we all here?
Ra: Everyone but Sara.
Jor: Alexz, be careful. You might trip over Sara. Sara! She's gone! My best friend's gone. We shared so many memories! Secrets, dreams, toothpaste (licks teeth like Tootie did.) I just don't know what to say!
A: Could've fooled me.
Ra: The phone!
Jor: It's dead.
Ra: No! My cell phone! I'll call the Peekskill police right after I find something to wear to Sara's funeral! (runs up the stairs.)
A: There's just one... (looks at Jordan who is sobbing on her shoulder) two things that bother me. Your overreacting
and the killer must have run upsrtairs after when the lights came back on.
Jor: Wait! Rachel's upstairs!
A: (evily) Yeah. (((upstairs)))
Jor: Rachel?
A: Yo, Rach!
Jor: Oh, Rachel! (Rachel is sitting like Blair was.) Thank goodness you're all right! Ahhhhh! She's completely stiff!
A: Looks like she's been moussed to death! At least she died the way she lived; looking at herself. (((downstairs)))
A: We locked all the doors and still Sara and Rachel were killed. That means that one of us is the killer.
Jor: Alexz, a mass murderer? I didn't think you had it in ya.
A: I'm going to the police, even if I have to walk there! (grabs raincoat and umbrella. Jordan opens the door for her.) Wait, why do you want me to go out this door? I'm goin' out through the kitchen, honey. (she runs through the kitchen. A few minutes later she come back in the living room and walks in front of the couch.) Jordan? I don't remember the floor being so lumpy. Ahhh! Jordan's been croaked! She was right! I am a mass murderer! But, I don't remember any of it. Multiple personalities. That's gotta be it. Four different faces of me, each one responsible for a different death. Daddy, Sara, Rachel, Jordan.
Ra: And then there was Alexz!
A: Ahhhhhhh! Rachel? I thought you were--
Ra: Dippity-dooed? That's what I wanted you to think! It made it easier to get rid of the rest of you.
A: You're the murderer? Oh, Rachel, that's so inconsiderate.
Ra: Don't you see? It's part of my plan to eliminate everyone that falls under the 50% tax bracket.
A: But I'm your best friend!
Ra: No, you're not. Sara was. She didn't wear polyester. Her parents didn't drive motocycles or Ramblers. She didn't get her shoes at the supermarket.
A: How do you know that?
Ra: (shrugs) I asked her. Anyway, it's too late for you. You're hopelessly middle-class!
A: No!
J: No! No don't kill Alexz!
A: Mom! Wake up!
J: Don't drink the cocoa! Rachel spit radio-active spit into it!
Ra: Huh?
J: Oh, I was dreaming that Rachel was killing us because we bought out shoes at the supermarket.
Ra: The you deserve to die.
B: Jo, I was thinking. Maybe we should go on a ski trip!
A, Ra, Jor, S, J: No!
THE END!!!!!
Do you like it?
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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 ~`~
[This message has been edited by AlexzBonner (edited 02-01-2001).]