Well, here's the next section. Not as good as the last one, though. I had to hold my muse at gun point to draw this section out of him. I hope you enjoy it anyways!
CYCLOPS: Hello, Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper! Have you seen any clues lying around today?
MR. SALT PUPPET: No, we 'ave not seen any cluez, Steve!
MRS. PEPPER PUPPET: But I zink Baby Paprika saw one earlier, didn't you, Paprika?
ROGUE: Ah can't believe ah'm doin' this...
DIRECTOR (waving a sheaf of papers): The script, people! The script!!!!
ROGUE: Goo.
Half the people manage to hold back the laughter. There is a brief pause in filming as the other half are dealt with soundly by Rogue. Bandages are passed around, and the scene continues.
CYCLOPS (with a swollen lip): Could you please tell me where the clue is, Paprika?
ROGUE (shaking her head vigourously): GOO!!
MR. SALT PUPPET: I zink she wants to play a game to find out where ze first clue iz, Steve!
CYCLOPS (sarcastically): WONderful. Alright Paprika, what's the game you want to play?
Rogue points to the fridge. There is a piece of paper on it, upon which are written a bunch of sentences. Each sentence ends with a blank line that must be filled in with the appropriate answer.
CYCLOPS: Okay, Paprika, how do we play?
KIDS: Fill in the blanks, moron!
CYCLOPS: Who're you calling a moron?
Rogue slams Scott up the side of his head with the baby bottle.
CYCLOPS: OWWWWCH!!!
CYCLOPS (to the director): Hey!! That wasn't in the script? Why didn't you say anything?
DIRECTOR: Cause I liked it! I think we'll add it in. Continue the scene please!
CYCLOPS (whining): But that's not fair!
JEAN: Scott....
CYCLOPS: But...but...
JEAN: SCOTT!!!!
CYCLOPS: Fine! Let's just play the stupid game so I can find out where to find the first stupid clue, okay?
BEAST (under his breath): A truly limited vocabulary, I daresay.
Anyways, they play the game and find out that the first clue is in the living room. After walking in place for a while, they magically appear in said room, and we're on to the next scene!
CYCLOPS: Oh, here's our first clue!
DIRECTOR: CUT!
CYCLOPS: What did I do wrong this time?!
DIRECTOR: You're supposed to wait for the children to point it out first!
CYCLOPS: But it's right there!
DIRECTOR: Just pretend you don't see it, ALRIGHT?
CYCLOPS: Fine. Ho, hum, where's that darn clue?
KIDS: There it is!!!
CYCLOPS (monotone): Where? I don't see it.
KIDS: There! THERE!
CYCLOPS (monotone): Oh. There it is. Yay. Now what do we do?
KIDS: Write it down in the notebook!
CYCLOPS: If you guys know all this stuff already, why aren't YOU narrating the show?
JEAN: SCOTT!!
CYCLOPS: Fine. (pulling out notebook) Now what was our first clue again?
KIDS: A balloon!
CYCLOPS: Right. A balloon. Now let's draw it in the notebook.
Scott proceeds to draw a balloon in the notebook. Twenty minutes later, he's still trying.
KIDS: That doesn't look like a balloon!
CYCLOPS: It is too a balloon!
BEAST (looking over Scott's shoulder): No, I must agree with the children. It looks more like a squirrel who became intimate with the wheel of a truck.
CYCLOPS: It's a balloon, dammit!!!
DIRECTOR (pounding his forehead with his fist): Just say it's a balloon and leave it! Let's just move on before I suffer a major aneurysm, ALRIGHT?!!!
Another chorus of grumbling compliances sweeps over the stage.
DIRECTOR: Okay...alright...everything's going to be okay..
(He's saying this more to himself than to anyone in particular.)
* * *
Well, do you still want more? If ya do, just say so and I'll set my muse to work...hey?...where did he go? (I look around...he's cowering in the corner) Ah-hah!! (I lunge after him, he escapes from my grasp and bolts down the hall). Hmmm..er...this my take a while folks...
CYCLOPS: Hello, Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper! Have you seen any clues lying around today?
MR. SALT PUPPET: No, we 'ave not seen any cluez, Steve!
MRS. PEPPER PUPPET: But I zink Baby Paprika saw one earlier, didn't you, Paprika?
ROGUE: Ah can't believe ah'm doin' this...
DIRECTOR (waving a sheaf of papers): The script, people! The script!!!!
ROGUE: Goo.
Half the people manage to hold back the laughter. There is a brief pause in filming as the other half are dealt with soundly by Rogue. Bandages are passed around, and the scene continues.
CYCLOPS (with a swollen lip): Could you please tell me where the clue is, Paprika?
ROGUE (shaking her head vigourously): GOO!!
MR. SALT PUPPET: I zink she wants to play a game to find out where ze first clue iz, Steve!
CYCLOPS (sarcastically): WONderful. Alright Paprika, what's the game you want to play?
Rogue points to the fridge. There is a piece of paper on it, upon which are written a bunch of sentences. Each sentence ends with a blank line that must be filled in with the appropriate answer.
CYCLOPS: Okay, Paprika, how do we play?
KIDS: Fill in the blanks, moron!
CYCLOPS: Who're you calling a moron?
Rogue slams Scott up the side of his head with the baby bottle.
CYCLOPS: OWWWWCH!!!
CYCLOPS (to the director): Hey!! That wasn't in the script? Why didn't you say anything?
DIRECTOR: Cause I liked it! I think we'll add it in. Continue the scene please!
CYCLOPS (whining): But that's not fair!
JEAN: Scott....
CYCLOPS: But...but...
JEAN: SCOTT!!!!
CYCLOPS: Fine! Let's just play the stupid game so I can find out where to find the first stupid clue, okay?
BEAST (under his breath): A truly limited vocabulary, I daresay.
Anyways, they play the game and find out that the first clue is in the living room. After walking in place for a while, they magically appear in said room, and we're on to the next scene!
CYCLOPS: Oh, here's our first clue!
DIRECTOR: CUT!
CYCLOPS: What did I do wrong this time?!
DIRECTOR: You're supposed to wait for the children to point it out first!
CYCLOPS: But it's right there!
DIRECTOR: Just pretend you don't see it, ALRIGHT?
CYCLOPS: Fine. Ho, hum, where's that darn clue?
KIDS: There it is!!!
CYCLOPS (monotone): Where? I don't see it.
KIDS: There! THERE!
CYCLOPS (monotone): Oh. There it is. Yay. Now what do we do?
KIDS: Write it down in the notebook!
CYCLOPS: If you guys know all this stuff already, why aren't YOU narrating the show?
JEAN: SCOTT!!
CYCLOPS: Fine. (pulling out notebook) Now what was our first clue again?
KIDS: A balloon!
CYCLOPS: Right. A balloon. Now let's draw it in the notebook.
Scott proceeds to draw a balloon in the notebook. Twenty minutes later, he's still trying.
KIDS: That doesn't look like a balloon!
CYCLOPS: It is too a balloon!
BEAST (looking over Scott's shoulder): No, I must agree with the children. It looks more like a squirrel who became intimate with the wheel of a truck.
CYCLOPS: It's a balloon, dammit!!!
DIRECTOR (pounding his forehead with his fist): Just say it's a balloon and leave it! Let's just move on before I suffer a major aneurysm, ALRIGHT?!!!
Another chorus of grumbling compliances sweeps over the stage.
DIRECTOR: Okay...alright...everything's going to be okay..
(He's saying this more to himself than to anyone in particular.)
* * *
Well, do you still want more? If ya do, just say so and I'll set my muse to work...hey?...where did he go? (I look around...he's cowering in the corner) Ah-hah!! (I lunge after him, he escapes from my grasp and bolts down the hall). Hmmm..er...this my take a while folks...
