The kitchen was clean, the dog wasn't but because it wasn't really anybody's home, nobody cared.
The mother was played by some soccer mom scooped off the street, with questionable fashion sense and a love for both tube socks and sweat pants that cut off at the knees. She smiled at the camera, her face breaking into a veritable maze of wrinkles and crow's feet.
"Snora! Your supper's ready." She said, making faces at the camera.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Clapping could be heard.
"But MOM!" Some kid, this his first time out from his mansion, wore a dead hedgehog on his head and a bright red and white school uniform. "It's breakfast time! I just woke up for SKO~OL, remember?"
Then soccer Mom got angry. "I KNOW, SOMA!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, which was clearly very high. "You didn't come and eat it last night so I left it out and now you're going to have to scrape it out of the dog's dish! Ya idiot!"
The camera zoomed in on the dog, its dumb face too stupid to comprehend the fight... that or it just revelled in the displeasure of it's owners.
"Oh right. I forgot." "Sora" said with a wink and an adjustment of his dead hedgehog hair."
Off set, Jeff Bridges slurped a plate of some green spagetti and frowned when he left a trail of greenish-red meat sauce in his beard. "Yup. You're right Mr. Director. I think the new kid is going to do wonderful in the role of Sopa." Jeff Bridges said while wiping the sauce off his face with his tailored shirt, transferring it.
A snivelling secretary, played by an out of work secretary addicted to coffee, jittered and fidgetted, tugging down on the bottom hem of her knee-length skirt like she had a bad itch. Probably for coffee. She spoke to George Clowney as well. " —Testgroups show uptoandpossibly more than a 3% increaseinviewermembership—since we madethechange to thatkidfromthatfamilythatownsthemansion."
She nervously shook her coffee cup, spilling it all over her paperwork clasped between herself and her other hand.
"Yup." Jeff Bridges said, handing his now partially-empty plate of questionable spagetti to the jittery secretary. He smacked her affectionately on the butt and sent her on her way.
Silence broke out as George Clowney, once again in his faux pas Goofy suit got all excited for the show's next scene.
Micheal Richards, known for his role of Kramer from Seinfeld busted in through the door, entering Soccer Mom & Sopa/Snora/Soma's kitchen.
"Come on, Snora. I thought you were better than that!" Kramer Ricky said, adjusting his spraypainted silver hairdo and strutting along the set.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Clapping could be heard.
"Oh, Ricky. You rascal you. Are you here to steal away my son and go out and play? Possibly potentially stealing our boat and rowing out to Destiny's Island? You scallywag." Soccer Mom said with a big smile and a jovial voice. Again in a maze of wrinkles and crow's feet.
"BECAUSE YOU CAN'T, YOU FREEBOOTER! WHERE'S YOUR PARENTS, WHY ARE YOU HERE ALL THE TIME AND EATING ALL OUR FOOD! I SLAVE OVER THIS HOT STOVE FOR YOUR MEALS AND YOU DON'T EVEN RETURN MY CALLS! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS KNOCK OR RING THE DOORBELL OR AT LEAST BRING CHOCOLATES YOU LOUSE!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.
The hedgehod fell off of Sopa/Snora/Soma's head as the shouting forced him to lean away from his "mom" while she shouted. He bent over to retrieve it.
Meanwhile Kramer Ricky was raiding the fridge and took out a can of beer. "Come on, Snora! Let's uh.. go to whatchamacallit's island and like.. play and stuff."
Soccer Mom, once again smiling like an idiot and Snora looked to the camera, and in unison, said, "Oh Ricky, you're so silly. That's SO Ricky!"
The lights dimmed and the camera stopped rolling. Kramer Ricky downed his beer and shook his head, while Sopa/Snora/Soma readjusted his dead hedgehog.
Jeff Bridges, now slurping noisily on a milkshake looked over at George Clowney, and with his mouth still full of cold beverage said. "You think anyone will notice that the show has different actors from the movie? Or last week's episode?"
George Clowney didn't respond. He just got too excited and was eating up all the studio's bandwidth, storing all his dirty pictures on iCloud where they'd undoubtedly get redistributed, hacked or leaked like usual.