Uh... I thought we'd put it all up back then... guess not... well, here's the end...
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[DWH. Once again, staff is in costume again. The gang minus George is there. Daisy looks around.]
DAISY: Where is that girl?
MASON: Who, the waitress? She's still crying.
DAISY: (Defensive) She took it the wrong way!
MASON: Oh, of course.
[Daisy smacks his arm.]
DAISY: Besides, that's not who I meant.
MASON: Who then?
DAISY: Georgia! She promised she'd come dressed up, all ready.
RUBE: Last time I checked she still wore clothes, don't lose hope.
[Mason smirks, Daisy glares.]
DAISY: (to Rube) Don't encourage him.
ROXY: She'll be here. She has to pick up her assignment...s.
[Through the door walks someone, going to sit at the counter. He or she is dressed as a "reaper" black hooded robe, plastic sickle...]
ROXY: That's almost insulting.
MASON: Try explaining to him why.
RUBE: Just ignore it.
[They do just that, but then the 'reaper' rises and starts to walk up to the table. The four stare him down. He reaches out a hand ensconced in a large sleeve, past their faces and picking up a strawberry from Daisy's plate.]
DAISY: He... (Realization, gasps) Georgia?
[A small laugh comes from within the robe before a hand reaches up and pulls the hood down. George is laughing as she sits.]
GEORGE: Morning.
ROXY: Are you out of your fucking mind?
GEORGE: Why?
MASON: Your... uh, costume.
GEORGE: Yes, a costume, that's what it is. Relax already!
RUBE: Feeling better?
GEORGE: Definitely. I know that it'll all never be the same again, but this helps.
[Daisy looks away, trying to hide a tear of pride. The others smile.]
GEORGE: Can I get my...
[Rube hands her about six post-its.]
GEORGE: ...stack.
RUBE: Be sure to get all of them.
GEORGE: Right. Well, I should get to work.
[She stands and pulls up her hood, waving her sickle as goodbye.]
MASON: (to Daisy) Are you crying?
DAISY: (defending herself) The costume turned you on, didn't it?
MASON: (coughs) Right then.
[He gets to his breakfast. Daisy smiles to herself.]
[Roxy has just left a costume shop. She is carrying a large bag and looking very pleased at her costume choice. She stops after leaving the shop and glances at her post-it. S.W. Parrish. She looks at the name again, concentrating. A look of recognition comes over her face as she walks off to her meter-maid mobile. She carefully places the bag inside and begins to start up the engine when she hears a voice.]
VOICE (OS): You fuckin' bitch, take back this ticket!
ROXY: (under her breath) Mr. S.W. Parrish. (She gets out of the meter-maid mobile and smiles.) Sorry, sir, the ticket has already been written.
[Mr. Parrish begins ranting and raving. Roxy places a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, popping his soul. After screaming at Roxy a bit more, Mr. Parrish walks away, putting a cigarette in his mouth, reaching into his pocket for a lighter. Walking toward him is a beautiful blonde, who is fixing her hair in a compact mirror. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a little bottle of hairspray. As Mr. Parrish flicks the lighter to light his cigarette, the blonde begins spraying her hairspray. The flame from Mr. Parrish's lighter is fueled by the hairspray and ignites him on fire. The blonde stands there, dumbstruck as she watches the scene unfolds. Roxy shakes her head and walks back to the meter maid mobile, followed by Mr. Parrish.]
ROXY: Shoulda paid the fuckin' ticket.
[Happy Time. Reaper-George walks in.]
GEORGE (VO): It was like stepping into an alternate universe.
[She sees Crystal at her desk, wearing a large white sheet over her head, with eye holes and her glasses.]
GEORGE (VO): God I hope she's got something under...
[She moves further into the office floor.]
GEORGE (VO): True, seeing these people dressed as fairies, witches, and... other things... was just twisted, but at the same time, it kind of made me feel good.
[With this we see a man in his 40s dressed as a fairy (complete with pink tutu and tiara), a woman in her 20s as the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz, and a man in his 30s strolling by carrying a stack of files and wearing nothing but a tiny bathing-suit type thing.]
GEORGE (VO): Although nothing could have prepared me for Delores Herbig... as in "Her Big Golden Lasso".
[George turns and comes face to face with Delores, dressed as Wonder Woman. The shock, for George at the sight of her boss, and for Delores at the sight of the "reaper", makes both women scream briefly in unison. George stops first, pulling her hood down.]
GEORGE: Delores, it's me!
[She stops screaming, catching her breath.]
DELORES: Oh, Millie! You scared me half to death!
GEORGE (VO): I'm not even touching that one.
GEORGE: Sorry. Guess my costume's effective, uh?
DELORES: Very. (happy again) What about me? (poses) What do you think?
GEORGE (VO): Stay calm, you can do this.
GEORGE: You... You look good.
[Delores laughs. George breathes, relieved.]
DELORES: Thank you. Now go on, quicker you get through this, quicker you can party!
[She goes off, doing a little boogy.]
GEORGE (VO): As a reaper I thought I'd seen some pretty fucked up stuff. That was before I realized I worked at bizarro central.
[George walks around a ballroom-type place, with tables all over, chairs, food, and the Happy Time employees.]
GEORGE (VO): Case example number one, Karen James.
[George sits at a table, next to Wicked Witch from earlier. She's talking on a cell phone... or well, she's crying more than anything. Her green makeup is streaked, and her hat is bent and crooked.]
KAREN: (to phone) Barry, you can't do this to me! (pause) You're fucking my neighbor, you dick! (getting majorly angry) You better hope I don't find you or I'm gonna chop it off with a rusted razorblade! You heard me! (pause) Don't you hang up on... Barry? Barry!
[She throws the phone on the table, picks up a glass of wine in front of her and downs it, her hat falling on the ground. George stands, places the hat back, and runs off.]
KAREN: (to George) Thank you!
GEORGE (VO): Case example number two, Richard Thompson.
[George passes a closet and hears the sounds of someone, seeming to have a jolly good time. George's eyes pop and she hurries past the door.]
GEORGE (VO): Maybe not...
[Richard "Fairy guy" Thompson walks out from his hiding spot. A few seconds later, a bespectacled ghost walks out as well, straightening out her sheet.]
GEORGE (VO): And then of course, there was my boss.
DELORES: Millie!
[Too late to get away, she pulls her hood down as Delores comes up to her.]
DELORES: I think this is one of our best parties in a long time, and we've had our fair share!
GEORGE: Yeah, it's... great.
DELORES: Everything alright?
GEORGE: Yeah, I just kind of have to go... other party and I promised I'd be there.
DELORES: Oh, shame you won't get to see the number Accounting put together.
GEORGE (VO): (sarcastic) Yeah, I'm just heartbroken.
GEORGE: There's always next year. (Delores nods) Well, I'll see you later.
DELORES: Bye Millie!
GROUP (OS): CONGA!
[Delores perks up and goes to join the line.]
[Lass home. Clancy walks into the hall, dressed like a biker.]
CLANCY: (calls up the stairs) Come on, if you want candy we have to get there before they run out, remember?
JOY (OS): Alright, alright, we're coming.
[Clancy looks up and the jaw? It hits the floor. Stunning him to silence is Joy, in a long black dress, long black wig, made up as a sort of Morticia Addams-type character. She is pleased with her husband's reaction.]
JOY: Hey biker man.
CLANCY: Hey...
JOY: Better wipe that look off your face before Reggie comes down.
[Clancy obliges, as...]
REGGIE (OS): I'm coming!
[She comes bounding down the stairs, donning a pair of 'ruby slippers' the blue and white dress, and hair styled to make her a perfect little Dorothy.]
CLANCY: Looks great, but it's missing one thing...
[He goes into the living room and returns, pulling on a wheeled-wagon, covered with a wooden "basket", within which sat JD the dog.]
CLANCY: Need a Toto.
[Reggie smiles, going to look at it. Joy gets something as well.]
JOY: I... thought you might like to have this.
[She hands Reggie a worn, hand-decorated cloth bag. She takes it solemnly.]
JOY: I'm sure George would like you to use it.
[Reggie slips it over her shoulder slowly, looking at it with a smile.]
REGGIE: Let's go.
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[DWH. Once again, staff is in costume again. The gang minus George is there. Daisy looks around.]
DAISY: Where is that girl?
MASON: Who, the waitress? She's still crying.
DAISY: (Defensive) She took it the wrong way!
MASON: Oh, of course.
[Daisy smacks his arm.]
DAISY: Besides, that's not who I meant.
MASON: Who then?
DAISY: Georgia! She promised she'd come dressed up, all ready.
RUBE: Last time I checked she still wore clothes, don't lose hope.
[Mason smirks, Daisy glares.]
DAISY: (to Rube) Don't encourage him.
ROXY: She'll be here. She has to pick up her assignment...s.
[Through the door walks someone, going to sit at the counter. He or she is dressed as a "reaper" black hooded robe, plastic sickle...]
ROXY: That's almost insulting.
MASON: Try explaining to him why.
RUBE: Just ignore it.
[They do just that, but then the 'reaper' rises and starts to walk up to the table. The four stare him down. He reaches out a hand ensconced in a large sleeve, past their faces and picking up a strawberry from Daisy's plate.]
DAISY: He... (Realization, gasps) Georgia?
[A small laugh comes from within the robe before a hand reaches up and pulls the hood down. George is laughing as she sits.]
GEORGE: Morning.
ROXY: Are you out of your fucking mind?
GEORGE: Why?
MASON: Your... uh, costume.
GEORGE: Yes, a costume, that's what it is. Relax already!
RUBE: Feeling better?
GEORGE: Definitely. I know that it'll all never be the same again, but this helps.
[Daisy looks away, trying to hide a tear of pride. The others smile.]
GEORGE: Can I get my...
[Rube hands her about six post-its.]
GEORGE: ...stack.
RUBE: Be sure to get all of them.
GEORGE: Right. Well, I should get to work.
[She stands and pulls up her hood, waving her sickle as goodbye.]
MASON: (to Daisy) Are you crying?
DAISY: (defending herself) The costume turned you on, didn't it?
MASON: (coughs) Right then.
[He gets to his breakfast. Daisy smiles to herself.]
[Roxy has just left a costume shop. She is carrying a large bag and looking very pleased at her costume choice. She stops after leaving the shop and glances at her post-it. S.W. Parrish. She looks at the name again, concentrating. A look of recognition comes over her face as she walks off to her meter-maid mobile. She carefully places the bag inside and begins to start up the engine when she hears a voice.]
VOICE (OS): You fuckin' bitch, take back this ticket!
ROXY: (under her breath) Mr. S.W. Parrish. (She gets out of the meter-maid mobile and smiles.) Sorry, sir, the ticket has already been written.
[Mr. Parrish begins ranting and raving. Roxy places a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, popping his soul. After screaming at Roxy a bit more, Mr. Parrish walks away, putting a cigarette in his mouth, reaching into his pocket for a lighter. Walking toward him is a beautiful blonde, who is fixing her hair in a compact mirror. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a little bottle of hairspray. As Mr. Parrish flicks the lighter to light his cigarette, the blonde begins spraying her hairspray. The flame from Mr. Parrish's lighter is fueled by the hairspray and ignites him on fire. The blonde stands there, dumbstruck as she watches the scene unfolds. Roxy shakes her head and walks back to the meter maid mobile, followed by Mr. Parrish.]
ROXY: Shoulda paid the fuckin' ticket.
[Happy Time. Reaper-George walks in.]
GEORGE (VO): It was like stepping into an alternate universe.
[She sees Crystal at her desk, wearing a large white sheet over her head, with eye holes and her glasses.]
GEORGE (VO): God I hope she's got something under...
[She moves further into the office floor.]
GEORGE (VO): True, seeing these people dressed as fairies, witches, and... other things... was just twisted, but at the same time, it kind of made me feel good.
[With this we see a man in his 40s dressed as a fairy (complete with pink tutu and tiara), a woman in her 20s as the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz, and a man in his 30s strolling by carrying a stack of files and wearing nothing but a tiny bathing-suit type thing.]
GEORGE (VO): Although nothing could have prepared me for Delores Herbig... as in "Her Big Golden Lasso".
[George turns and comes face to face with Delores, dressed as Wonder Woman. The shock, for George at the sight of her boss, and for Delores at the sight of the "reaper", makes both women scream briefly in unison. George stops first, pulling her hood down.]
GEORGE: Delores, it's me!
[She stops screaming, catching her breath.]
DELORES: Oh, Millie! You scared me half to death!
GEORGE (VO): I'm not even touching that one.
GEORGE: Sorry. Guess my costume's effective, uh?
DELORES: Very. (happy again) What about me? (poses) What do you think?
GEORGE (VO): Stay calm, you can do this.
GEORGE: You... You look good.
[Delores laughs. George breathes, relieved.]
DELORES: Thank you. Now go on, quicker you get through this, quicker you can party!
[She goes off, doing a little boogy.]
GEORGE (VO): As a reaper I thought I'd seen some pretty fucked up stuff. That was before I realized I worked at bizarro central.
[George walks around a ballroom-type place, with tables all over, chairs, food, and the Happy Time employees.]
GEORGE (VO): Case example number one, Karen James.
[George sits at a table, next to Wicked Witch from earlier. She's talking on a cell phone... or well, she's crying more than anything. Her green makeup is streaked, and her hat is bent and crooked.]
KAREN: (to phone) Barry, you can't do this to me! (pause) You're fucking my neighbor, you dick! (getting majorly angry) You better hope I don't find you or I'm gonna chop it off with a rusted razorblade! You heard me! (pause) Don't you hang up on... Barry? Barry!
[She throws the phone on the table, picks up a glass of wine in front of her and downs it, her hat falling on the ground. George stands, places the hat back, and runs off.]
KAREN: (to George) Thank you!
GEORGE (VO): Case example number two, Richard Thompson.
[George passes a closet and hears the sounds of someone, seeming to have a jolly good time. George's eyes pop and she hurries past the door.]
GEORGE (VO): Maybe not...
[Richard "Fairy guy" Thompson walks out from his hiding spot. A few seconds later, a bespectacled ghost walks out as well, straightening out her sheet.]
GEORGE (VO): And then of course, there was my boss.
DELORES: Millie!
[Too late to get away, she pulls her hood down as Delores comes up to her.]
DELORES: I think this is one of our best parties in a long time, and we've had our fair share!
GEORGE: Yeah, it's... great.
DELORES: Everything alright?
GEORGE: Yeah, I just kind of have to go... other party and I promised I'd be there.
DELORES: Oh, shame you won't get to see the number Accounting put together.
GEORGE (VO): (sarcastic) Yeah, I'm just heartbroken.
GEORGE: There's always next year. (Delores nods) Well, I'll see you later.
DELORES: Bye Millie!
GROUP (OS): CONGA!
[Delores perks up and goes to join the line.]
[Lass home. Clancy walks into the hall, dressed like a biker.]
CLANCY: (calls up the stairs) Come on, if you want candy we have to get there before they run out, remember?
JOY (OS): Alright, alright, we're coming.
[Clancy looks up and the jaw? It hits the floor. Stunning him to silence is Joy, in a long black dress, long black wig, made up as a sort of Morticia Addams-type character. She is pleased with her husband's reaction.]
JOY: Hey biker man.
CLANCY: Hey...
JOY: Better wipe that look off your face before Reggie comes down.
[Clancy obliges, as...]
REGGIE (OS): I'm coming!
[She comes bounding down the stairs, donning a pair of 'ruby slippers' the blue and white dress, and hair styled to make her a perfect little Dorothy.]
CLANCY: Looks great, but it's missing one thing...
[He goes into the living room and returns, pulling on a wheeled-wagon, covered with a wooden "basket", within which sat JD the dog.]
CLANCY: Need a Toto.
[Reggie smiles, going to look at it. Joy gets something as well.]
JOY: I... thought you might like to have this.
[She hands Reggie a worn, hand-decorated cloth bag. She takes it solemnly.]
JOY: I'm sure George would like you to use it.
[Reggie slips it over her shoulder slowly, looking at it with a smile.]
REGGIE: Let's go.