Darren Mclean came out of the spa, refreshed as usual. He looked down to see his teenage son writing on a paper on the floor. He looked up.
"Dad, lay your eyes on these." Darren took the paper and looked at it.
"What is this, for Dad's Day?" He stopped and started pacing the room, looking at the ideas. He must've given off about 5 different facial expressions while looking at it. Soon, he dropped the paper, now giving a blank expression on his face. Chris was confused. He stood up to face his father.
"Uh, you okay Dad?" "Am I okay? What do YOU think, you sick, twisted little puppy! I can't believe all of this vile, crazy stuff you wrote on there!" He yelled. A few seconds after, he grabbed his son and deeply embraced him. "I never thought you'd show your coconuts. You ARE my son after all!" He hugged his son, sobbing while he was at it. Chris acted embarassed.
"Geez Dad, I don't think the Drama Queen heard you." Darren let go of him.
"No seriously, boy! Wow! How did all this come to mind? You know what?" He walked over to a stack of papers. "You've had enough stunt craziness, you're gonna whip me up some ideas for the next five weeks!"
"But I thought you didn't have any more stuntmen."
"No worries, kid. I'll find 'em, even if I have to go all the way to Madagascar or whatever." Darren slipped on a robe and motioned his son to walk with him.
"Listen Chris, this business is booming. Reality TV is the best thing since Zambonis. What you just did is gonna help me, help us all. You know, I think you may have found your passion: making people cry." Chris beamed at this.
"Sounds fun. I just want anything that gets me rich and all that."
"This is big money-making here. Those actors on TV get paid bunches! And the writers? Even more! The more people that watch Darren and Dangerous, the more and better ratings we get." Darren hugged his son while walking. "You might become listed in the credits as the show's writer. I'll have to keep you hidden from any paparazzis though. That could get ugly." They stopped. "So Chris, how's that sound? You'll be famous just like your 'ol dad." Chris shook his hand. "Sounds like a deal."
So the two went back to the trailer, both happy for their upcoming successes. Fame, fortune, and my hours for high school? Win win situation, Chris thought.
"Dad, lay your eyes on these." Darren took the paper and looked at it.
"What is this, for Dad's Day?" He stopped and started pacing the room, looking at the ideas. He must've given off about 5 different facial expressions while looking at it. Soon, he dropped the paper, now giving a blank expression on his face. Chris was confused. He stood up to face his father.
"Uh, you okay Dad?" "Am I okay? What do YOU think, you sick, twisted little puppy! I can't believe all of this vile, crazy stuff you wrote on there!" He yelled. A few seconds after, he grabbed his son and deeply embraced him. "I never thought you'd show your coconuts. You ARE my son after all!" He hugged his son, sobbing while he was at it. Chris acted embarassed.
"Geez Dad, I don't think the Drama Queen heard you." Darren let go of him.
"No seriously, boy! Wow! How did all this come to mind? You know what?" He walked over to a stack of papers. "You've had enough stunt craziness, you're gonna whip me up some ideas for the next five weeks!"
"But I thought you didn't have any more stuntmen."
"No worries, kid. I'll find 'em, even if I have to go all the way to Madagascar or whatever." Darren slipped on a robe and motioned his son to walk with him.
"Listen Chris, this business is booming. Reality TV is the best thing since Zambonis. What you just did is gonna help me, help us all. You know, I think you may have found your passion: making people cry." Chris beamed at this.
"Sounds fun. I just want anything that gets me rich and all that."
"This is big money-making here. Those actors on TV get paid bunches! And the writers? Even more! The more people that watch Darren and Dangerous, the more and better ratings we get." Darren hugged his son while walking. "You might become listed in the credits as the show's writer. I'll have to keep you hidden from any paparazzis though. That could get ugly." They stopped. "So Chris, how's that sound? You'll be famous just like your 'ol dad." Chris shook his hand. "Sounds like a deal."
So the two went back to the trailer, both happy for their upcoming successes. Fame, fortune, and my hours for high school? Win win situation, Chris thought.