"All right guys! Ready to hand these out?" Buster looked at the stacks of yellow orange paper, feeling a bit of nostalgia hit him. He grabbed one from the stack and read it for what he felt was the hundredth time and smiled. From the corner of his eyes he could see the show family leave excitedly with stacks in hand and read the flyer again.

INTRODUCING: THE SCARLET LETTER BOX

Johnny drove around dropping off everyone at their first stop before making his way to the suburbs. Once there he properly rolled down all his windows before he buckled himself in and slammed his foot down the accelerator. He sang Crocodile Rock as loud as he could as he watched the ads fly out of the windows of his car. He sped up as much as he could and ignored all the insult thrown his way. He just couldn't hide the excitement. Yes, he was more of a singer but no one could deny a new challenge? Not him! Who knew what kinds of scripts could come in.

GET YOUR SCRIPT CHOSEN

An old galapagos turtle chuckles at the passing truck before being hit in the face with one of the flyers. As he pulls the flyer off his face, he scans it quickly before giving a large smile. He knows exactly who would love to try.

BE THE DIRECTOR, YOU'RE IN FULL CONTROL

Gunther and Rosita walked from community center to community center. Seeing the excited faces of the art clubs and theater lovers made them happy. They began chatting among themselves about the possible submissions. Would some submit a romance? An exciting thriller? A complex mystery? Who would play in it? Will they truely

RULES FOLLOW BELOW:

A tiger walks out of a meeting for a bookclub and smiles down at the latest selection. Looking at the passing Rosita and Gunther, their eyes met the orange yellow paper on the corkboard. After scanning the page, a smile formed before running off. Presumably home.

PHYSICAL COPIES ONLY

Ash made her way around different cafe's and bar's she knew of. She felt pretty good seeing all the art, music and theater snobs' faces light up. She even stuck a few flyers on walls she was allowed to and on walls she wasn't. Her trip wasn't all bliss though. After seeing the duo hand in hand, she deviously turned them into unsuspecting walking billboards.

ORIGINAL WORKS ONLY

A zorse smiled as the group at the table chatted happily. The scarlet letter box was more then just good news. Was Buster really this confident in the talents of the common folk? Well good. Maybe it was time to get the ink flowing.

ONLY PLOT RELATED EXPLICIT CONTENT ALLOWED

Meena sang ballad after ballad on the street corner she chose. After singing on stage in front of a crowd, which in turn was broadcasted city wide, sure did wonders for your she still nervous? Absolutely. Did that stop her? Not anymore. She smiled as she saw people getting excited at the flyers. Some of them only taking one so they could get her autograph but still.

MUST BE TYPED OUT

A grumpy chinchilla harshly took a flyer from Meena as she stormed home. They were crazy! No one would reject a masterpiece like this! No one! They had no vision! Their standards were garbage! Non-existent! They would regret everything! And by the looks of this flyer, revenge would come soon!

PREFERABLY IN ENGLISH

Ms Crawley placed her fan behind the stack of papers as her and Buster watched them fly out the window. The first time he was concerned but it was clear how effective this actually was. With the job done, Ms Crawley sat back down and began on her set of paperwork. Buster smiled and began to walk around the theater. He could see it already, the first master piece on this stage after years. And...

THE SCARLET LETTER BOX IS LOCATED AT 551 ECHO DRIVE

And being viewed by Nana Noodleman. The cherry on top of this beautiful entire cake to themselves. Two pairs of eyes looked at the flyer. One pair excited as the other pair looked at it bored. Although they were thinking about the same thing. Fame. They missed they mark for the singing competition but these quokka never give up!

Sorry for the late update. The document got deleted not once but three times and in my anger I didn't rewrite it sooner.