A/N: Because I don't have a smidgeon of a life ;), I'm continuing with this
story but it might turn out bad because I'm distracted by the TV. (Just
For Laughs - Ha!) Enjoy.or die! (No, I'm just kidding ya.)
EXT. DESERTED ROAD. NIGHT
Graham is driving in his car and jumps out and runs over to Carolyn who is close to crying.
Carolyn: What do you know?
Graham: Is my wife hurt?
Carolyn: Then you don't know anything.
Graham: What ambulance is she in?
Carolyn: She's not in an ambulance, Father.
INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY.
Graham wakes up and looks around. He stands up and follows the T.V. cord which leads him to a closet. Merrill is sitting an inch away from the screen, with his mouth wide open.
Graham: What the hell are you doing?
Merrill: That simple newscast last night really set me in my ways about these unknown strangers.
Graham: Well, aren't you the little hypocrite.
(BEAT)
Where are the kids?
Merrill: Upstairs playing weird games. Things to do with rabbits.
Graham: Uh huh.
Merrill: There's been some interesting developments, including a bird with its head crushed and invisible spaceships.
Graham walks out of the closet, cutting his brother off.
Merrill: I'll always be there for you, my ass.
INT. BEDROOM. DAY.
Bo and Morgan are whispering about aliens wearing their stylish new foil hats.
Graham: Is everyone in this house insane?
Bo: We're just doing this to get a rise out of future audiences.
Morgan: Plus, the whole aliens reading our minds thing.
Graham: What's that book?
Morgan: It's got everything to do with aliens in it. It was written by scientists who've been persecuted for their beliefs.
Graham: For a ten year old you sure can say big words.
Morgan: It's called a script. They're not paying you $10 million dollars a movie to muck it up.
Bo: This is serious.
Morgan/Graham: Sorry, I don't know what got into me.
The three have a delayed jumping response to the telephone ring.
Graham goes to pick up the phone.
Graham: Hello?
Person on phone: How would you like to be part of the next American Idol?
Graham: Sorry, I have call waiting. (BEEP) Hello?
Ray: Father?
Graham: Does no one here respect the fact that I've left the church? ARE WE SO VAIN?
Ray: Alright, fine I'll get rid of the damn alien myself.
EXT. HALLWAY. DAY.
Graham: I'm going over to Ray Reddy's house. He just called here bitching about his problems.
Merrill: (leaning halfway out of the closet with a 'duh, duh' look on his face) You were always the one out of us who overexaggerated.
Graham stomps out of the house while Merrill promptly falls over off his chair.
EXT. PORCH OF RAY'S HOUSE. DAY.
Graham walks around curiously looking through Ray's windows. He turns around to see him sitting in his van, not moving.
Graham: You'd think you'd wanna avoid me, you bastard.
Ray: I'm sorry for what I've caused you and your family. I'm screwed, right?
Graham: Yes. Yes you are.
Ray: Don't go into my pantry. (Speeds off, hitting Graham in the face with gravel.)
Graham, in typical suspense movie style, stupidly walks into the house.
INT. CLOSET. DAY.
Merrill is drooling on his shoulder when he is suddenly woken up by a newscaster.
Newscaster: What you're about to see may disturb you.
Merrill: Alright! Show it, I need a new alien theory to go on.
Alien scares many a Brazilian child. Merrill falls back into the closet and his tongue hangs out of his mouth.
INT. RAYS KITCHEN. DAY.
In extreme Sixth Sense style, Graham walks e v e r s o s l o w l y towards the boarded up pantry.
Alien: (banging around) Let me out, let me out, I'm extremely claustrophobic!
Graham does a funny "Cops" scenario which doesn't really fool the alien cause he probably doesn't know what a paddywagon is. He bends down and sticks a knife through the crack in the door. A clawed hand pokes out, out of nervous claustrophobia and Graham cuts off its fingers, while remaining two inches from the door.
Graham: AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
Alien: AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!
Author of the Story: *laughing quietly*
INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY.
Graham walks in and sees his brother now sporting a foil hat which is subliminally sporting a Nike ad.
Bo: Ha! You're shunned.
Graham: I saw one of the alien's at Ray Reddy's house.
Morgan: Really?
Graham: Well, it was just a hand.
Morgan: You fool! That could just have been an extremely malnourished dog.
Graham: Well, whatever type of thing it was, I got the distinct feeling that it wanted to harm me.
Morgan: Yeah, it might have been a dog.
Isabel pokes her head in through the doggy door.
Isabel: Heh, heh, heh. It's happening.
Graham: I vote we leave.
Bo: Yeah, me too.
Merrill: Me and Morgan say nay.
Graham: I win.
Morgan: No, I win because children always win.
Graham: Damn. Beaten by a 10 year old foil wearer.
Morgan winks at the camera and we hear a camerawoman falling over in love.
A/N: God, I suck at these things. Oh, well. Review, please!
EXT. DESERTED ROAD. NIGHT
Graham is driving in his car and jumps out and runs over to Carolyn who is close to crying.
Carolyn: What do you know?
Graham: Is my wife hurt?
Carolyn: Then you don't know anything.
Graham: What ambulance is she in?
Carolyn: She's not in an ambulance, Father.
INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY.
Graham wakes up and looks around. He stands up and follows the T.V. cord which leads him to a closet. Merrill is sitting an inch away from the screen, with his mouth wide open.
Graham: What the hell are you doing?
Merrill: That simple newscast last night really set me in my ways about these unknown strangers.
Graham: Well, aren't you the little hypocrite.
(BEAT)
Where are the kids?
Merrill: Upstairs playing weird games. Things to do with rabbits.
Graham: Uh huh.
Merrill: There's been some interesting developments, including a bird with its head crushed and invisible spaceships.
Graham walks out of the closet, cutting his brother off.
Merrill: I'll always be there for you, my ass.
INT. BEDROOM. DAY.
Bo and Morgan are whispering about aliens wearing their stylish new foil hats.
Graham: Is everyone in this house insane?
Bo: We're just doing this to get a rise out of future audiences.
Morgan: Plus, the whole aliens reading our minds thing.
Graham: What's that book?
Morgan: It's got everything to do with aliens in it. It was written by scientists who've been persecuted for their beliefs.
Graham: For a ten year old you sure can say big words.
Morgan: It's called a script. They're not paying you $10 million dollars a movie to muck it up.
Bo: This is serious.
Morgan/Graham: Sorry, I don't know what got into me.
The three have a delayed jumping response to the telephone ring.
Graham goes to pick up the phone.
Graham: Hello?
Person on phone: How would you like to be part of the next American Idol?
Graham: Sorry, I have call waiting. (BEEP) Hello?
Ray: Father?
Graham: Does no one here respect the fact that I've left the church? ARE WE SO VAIN?
Ray: Alright, fine I'll get rid of the damn alien myself.
EXT. HALLWAY. DAY.
Graham: I'm going over to Ray Reddy's house. He just called here bitching about his problems.
Merrill: (leaning halfway out of the closet with a 'duh, duh' look on his face) You were always the one out of us who overexaggerated.
Graham stomps out of the house while Merrill promptly falls over off his chair.
EXT. PORCH OF RAY'S HOUSE. DAY.
Graham walks around curiously looking through Ray's windows. He turns around to see him sitting in his van, not moving.
Graham: You'd think you'd wanna avoid me, you bastard.
Ray: I'm sorry for what I've caused you and your family. I'm screwed, right?
Graham: Yes. Yes you are.
Ray: Don't go into my pantry. (Speeds off, hitting Graham in the face with gravel.)
Graham, in typical suspense movie style, stupidly walks into the house.
INT. CLOSET. DAY.
Merrill is drooling on his shoulder when he is suddenly woken up by a newscaster.
Newscaster: What you're about to see may disturb you.
Merrill: Alright! Show it, I need a new alien theory to go on.
Alien scares many a Brazilian child. Merrill falls back into the closet and his tongue hangs out of his mouth.
INT. RAYS KITCHEN. DAY.
In extreme Sixth Sense style, Graham walks e v e r s o s l o w l y towards the boarded up pantry.
Alien: (banging around) Let me out, let me out, I'm extremely claustrophobic!
Graham does a funny "Cops" scenario which doesn't really fool the alien cause he probably doesn't know what a paddywagon is. He bends down and sticks a knife through the crack in the door. A clawed hand pokes out, out of nervous claustrophobia and Graham cuts off its fingers, while remaining two inches from the door.
Graham: AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
Alien: AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!
Author of the Story: *laughing quietly*
INT. LIVING ROOM. DAY.
Graham walks in and sees his brother now sporting a foil hat which is subliminally sporting a Nike ad.
Bo: Ha! You're shunned.
Graham: I saw one of the alien's at Ray Reddy's house.
Morgan: Really?
Graham: Well, it was just a hand.
Morgan: You fool! That could just have been an extremely malnourished dog.
Graham: Well, whatever type of thing it was, I got the distinct feeling that it wanted to harm me.
Morgan: Yeah, it might have been a dog.
Isabel pokes her head in through the doggy door.
Isabel: Heh, heh, heh. It's happening.
Graham: I vote we leave.
Bo: Yeah, me too.
Merrill: Me and Morgan say nay.
Graham: I win.
Morgan: No, I win because children always win.
Graham: Damn. Beaten by a 10 year old foil wearer.
Morgan winks at the camera and we hear a camerawoman falling over in love.
A/N: God, I suck at these things. Oh, well. Review, please!