The Young Ones2
Vivian starts tearing out the pages of magazines in the living room and throws them out the window while Neil runs down the stairs and answers the
telephone and hangs it back up before going back upstairs again. Rik avoids Neil and walks into the living room, "What's the matter Vyvian?
Not enough pictures in them?" He says.
"Rik… I'm doing this for a reason." Vyvian yelled, "I am totally and
utterly bored."
"They're my magazines you're wrecking." Rik picked up some pieces off the
floor, "My Anti Fascist Monthly collection."
Rik takes a dining room chair and throws it in Vyvian's direction. It
misses and goes through the window. "Ha… You throw like a girlie." Vyvian said tackling Rik to the sofa and
started punching him.
"Vivian." Rik pleaded, "Get off me."
Mike comes in using a calculator and punches in some numbers, "Two fifty for Fat Bastard. Three big ones to Harry." He stops awhile, "About five thousand to turn Rik's bedroom into a single's bar." Then he walks back
upstairs.
"What?" Rik said, he shoved Vyvian off the couch and chased after Mike,
"Mike, what are you doing to my room? For a moment there I thought you
said you were going to change my room into a single's bar."
"I am Rik." Mike said, "As soon as I get to the bank and cash my big
cheque."
Rik stopped Mike again, "Wait a minute, what cheque?" He asked
dumbfounded.
"My smartness has finally paid off." Mike said, "I got a cheque for two
hundred and fifty thousand-"
"TWO HUNDRED-" Mike covered up Rik's mouth.
"Be quite about it… I'll cut you in on the profits. But don't tell
anyone." Mike said, "We'll be rich. Well I'd be even richer."
Mike leaves the house in a hurry.
"Rik, Rik." Neil greeted Rik.
"I don't have time for you." Rik held his hands on his hips, "And why
haven't you made lunch already."
"Oh right don't consider my feelings in this right. You see I got this
strange phone call right, from a strange man."
"Nobody cares about you." Rik said.
"No wait Rik." Neil continued on regardless, "The voice on the other end told me to tell you he was coming right. So I'm telling you he's coming."
"Who's coming?" Rik asked.
"I don't know." Neil said.
"You're no bloody help are you?" Rik snapped, "You useless hippy."
"Right. I guess I'll make some lunch then." Neil walks towards the kitchen, "You know I wander what it would have been like if people had to
make lunch during the sixties instead of doing important things for the
Earth. I wander."
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"Let's Protest a war and do some good." A woman wearing a long dress in
the street said, "It'll be good for the world right." A man put his placard down, "Sorry I can't… You see I got to make lunch for
my roommates you see."
"Oh ok… So do I actually." The woman said.
A hundred police are standing in the middle of the street, "Where are all the protestor? Well at least my roommates won't be disappointed cause I
can make them lunch."
The other nine said, "Me too." In unison and they all left.
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"Wow man… Heavy." Neil said as put the lunch down on the table.
"Neil. You call this lunch?" Vyvian yelled, "I call this crap." He
through the plate at Neil, "I want some real lunch Neil!"
"Vyvian man don't hassle me." Neil said, "Don't bring me down so close to
Woodstock right."
"Neil." Vyvian said, "Shut up."
"Wow man… Why you always got to pick on the hippie? Why me?" Neil whined.
"Because Rick is an easy target… Mike's just not funny." Vyvian thought
for a moment, "And plus you're an ugly, smelly hippie."
"Hey." Mike said and Rick said.
A knock on the interrupted their argument and the person walked through the
door wearing a white suit with brown hair.
"Is there a Rik here?" The man asked.
"Oh my God!" Vyvian yelled, "It's Cliff Richard. Give us a song!"
"What do you say?" Cliff asked.
Vyvian thought for a moment, "Give us a song… Now!"
"Alright then." Cliff Richard said, "I got myself the only crying talking
sleeping walking, Living Doll."
"Living Doll!" Vyvian yelled out.
Cliff Richard tried not to laugh, "I've got a roving eye and that is why
she satisfies my soul." He continued as the others watched on.
"fies my soul." Vyvian said.
Cliff Richard laughed as he went to shake Vyvian's hand, "So you must be
Rik then. I've received thousands of letters from you."
"Uh no…" Vyvian said, "You see, that spotty faced, smelly pants, girly
sounding and girly looking git over there."
"Cliff. It's a pleasure to meet you." Rik said shaking his hand, "I'm
glad you got all my letters."
Cliff Richard pushes Rik over the couch, "You are right… He's a girly
sounding git."
Vyvian sings, "Got myself the one and only Living Doll."
"Living Doll!" Cliff yelled.
Mike still hadn't blink through the whole fiasco, "Now there's something you don't see everyday even in this house. I have to scoot to the bank and
cash my cheque before the bank closes.
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Next episode: Will the truth of the day be revealed. And will Cliff Richard enjoy his visit with the Young Ones. And will Neil find 3 friends
to go to Woodstock with.
Vivian starts tearing out the pages of magazines in the living room and throws them out the window while Neil runs down the stairs and answers the
telephone and hangs it back up before going back upstairs again. Rik avoids Neil and walks into the living room, "What's the matter Vyvian?
Not enough pictures in them?" He says.
"Rik… I'm doing this for a reason." Vyvian yelled, "I am totally and
utterly bored."
"They're my magazines you're wrecking." Rik picked up some pieces off the
floor, "My Anti Fascist Monthly collection."
Rik takes a dining room chair and throws it in Vyvian's direction. It
misses and goes through the window. "Ha… You throw like a girlie." Vyvian said tackling Rik to the sofa and
started punching him.
"Vivian." Rik pleaded, "Get off me."
Mike comes in using a calculator and punches in some numbers, "Two fifty for Fat Bastard. Three big ones to Harry." He stops awhile, "About five thousand to turn Rik's bedroom into a single's bar." Then he walks back
upstairs.
"What?" Rik said, he shoved Vyvian off the couch and chased after Mike,
"Mike, what are you doing to my room? For a moment there I thought you
said you were going to change my room into a single's bar."
"I am Rik." Mike said, "As soon as I get to the bank and cash my big
cheque."
Rik stopped Mike again, "Wait a minute, what cheque?" He asked
dumbfounded.
"My smartness has finally paid off." Mike said, "I got a cheque for two
hundred and fifty thousand-"
"TWO HUNDRED-" Mike covered up Rik's mouth.
"Be quite about it… I'll cut you in on the profits. But don't tell
anyone." Mike said, "We'll be rich. Well I'd be even richer."
Mike leaves the house in a hurry.
"Rik, Rik." Neil greeted Rik.
"I don't have time for you." Rik held his hands on his hips, "And why
haven't you made lunch already."
"Oh right don't consider my feelings in this right. You see I got this
strange phone call right, from a strange man."
"Nobody cares about you." Rik said.
"No wait Rik." Neil continued on regardless, "The voice on the other end told me to tell you he was coming right. So I'm telling you he's coming."
"Who's coming?" Rik asked.
"I don't know." Neil said.
"You're no bloody help are you?" Rik snapped, "You useless hippy."
"Right. I guess I'll make some lunch then." Neil walks towards the kitchen, "You know I wander what it would have been like if people had to
make lunch during the sixties instead of doing important things for the
Earth. I wander."
++++
"Let's Protest a war and do some good." A woman wearing a long dress in
the street said, "It'll be good for the world right." A man put his placard down, "Sorry I can't… You see I got to make lunch for
my roommates you see."
"Oh ok… So do I actually." The woman said.
A hundred police are standing in the middle of the street, "Where are all the protestor? Well at least my roommates won't be disappointed cause I
can make them lunch."
The other nine said, "Me too." In unison and they all left.
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"Wow man… Heavy." Neil said as put the lunch down on the table.
"Neil. You call this lunch?" Vyvian yelled, "I call this crap." He
through the plate at Neil, "I want some real lunch Neil!"
"Vyvian man don't hassle me." Neil said, "Don't bring me down so close to
Woodstock right."
"Neil." Vyvian said, "Shut up."
"Wow man… Why you always got to pick on the hippie? Why me?" Neil whined.
"Because Rick is an easy target… Mike's just not funny." Vyvian thought
for a moment, "And plus you're an ugly, smelly hippie."
"Hey." Mike said and Rick said.
A knock on the interrupted their argument and the person walked through the
door wearing a white suit with brown hair.
"Is there a Rik here?" The man asked.
"Oh my God!" Vyvian yelled, "It's Cliff Richard. Give us a song!"
"What do you say?" Cliff asked.
Vyvian thought for a moment, "Give us a song… Now!"
"Alright then." Cliff Richard said, "I got myself the only crying talking
sleeping walking, Living Doll."
"Living Doll!" Vyvian yelled out.
Cliff Richard tried not to laugh, "I've got a roving eye and that is why
she satisfies my soul." He continued as the others watched on.
"fies my soul." Vyvian said.
Cliff Richard laughed as he went to shake Vyvian's hand, "So you must be
Rik then. I've received thousands of letters from you."
"Uh no…" Vyvian said, "You see, that spotty faced, smelly pants, girly
sounding and girly looking git over there."
"Cliff. It's a pleasure to meet you." Rik said shaking his hand, "I'm
glad you got all my letters."
Cliff Richard pushes Rik over the couch, "You are right… He's a girly
sounding git."
Vyvian sings, "Got myself the one and only Living Doll."
"Living Doll!" Cliff yelled.
Mike still hadn't blink through the whole fiasco, "Now there's something you don't see everyday even in this house. I have to scoot to the bank and
cash my cheque before the bank closes.
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Next episode: Will the truth of the day be revealed. And will Cliff Richard enjoy his visit with the Young Ones. And will Neil find 3 friends
to go to Woodstock with.