Ivan
04-16-2006, 06:06 PM
Here's the first act of a script I've been working on for the last week-or-so. Act 2 will be coming within a week.
Open on Homer lying in bed, with his head below his pillow. Suddenly, Bart appears and pretends to be Marge. Unawares to Homer is that Bart has smothered toothpaste on his pillow.
BART: (imitating Marge) Homie, you should have your head on the pillow. You don't want to get a neck-ache.
Homer lifts his head and lets it fall straight into the toothpaste.
HOMER: (sniffing) Hey! Who left this complimentary mint on my pillow? (starts to lick it off, still with his eyes closed). Eww! This isn't a mint, and where's the chocolate? (gasps) It must have been the bogeyman! No…he’s not that cruel. --GASP—It’s in my long beautiful hair! Maaarge help!
Suddenly, a piece of toothpaste stuck to Homer's forehead falls into his eye.
HOMER: Aahh! It burns! Marge, quick, get the devil off my face!
BART: Bwa ha ha!
HOMER: (turning around, one eye closed and weeping) Why you little! Why didn't you tell me I fell asleep with the toothbrush in you mouth!
BART: Uh, Dad, you're getting creepy...and by the way, I put that on your pillow!
HOMER: (thinking) Ah, it must be International Colgate Day!
BART: Ahh, no. It's April Fool's Day.
HOMER: You think I'm a fool? Well, choke on your life—
HOMER chokes BART. Bart gasps for air.
Marge, off camera, suddenly yells.
MARGE: Homer! You're awake! Come and get your breakfast.
HOMER: (calling back to Marge) But now I don't have to brush my teeth afterwards, right?
MARGE: (downstairs) Yes you do.
HOMER: D'oh! Fine…but I don’t have to comb my hair.
MARGE: (downstairs) Fine, you don't have to brush your teeth.
HOMER: Woo hoo! In your face Bart! I beat you at your own game.
BART: Oh yeah? Well how are you gonna comb your hair? You don’t have any! And I think you’re not even sure how much hair you have!
HOMER: Well, I am sure, and guess what? I'm going down to breakfast because I'm so sure!
CUT TO CLOSE UP of Homer as he walks out, revealing a small painting in pink saying “Biker Chick” on his head. Homer catches sight of it in the mirror.
HOMER: Holy crap!
ZOOM INTO the kitchen, where the family is sitting at the breakfast table. Bart runs in and sits down, just as Homer arrives. Unknown to Homer is that Bart has put a pin on his chair. Also, Homer has towel wrapped around his head to conceal the paint, after realizing he doesn’t have enough time to wash it off.
HOMER: Good morning family! What a nice day, isn't it!
LISA: (sees the towel, which is shaped like a turban) Uh, Dad? Do you know that you have something on your head?
HOMER: Of course I do, and let me tell you when I get home from work your brother will be severely punished for it!
LISA: No, I'm talking about that towel. If you wear that to work you'll be making fun of other cultures.
HOMER: (scowling) Yeah, well I'm not taking it off.
Homer pulls the chair out and sits down.
HOMER: Ouch! Who put a pin on my chair?
BART: It must have been Lisa because putting pins on chairs is lame.
LISA: Come on Bart, everyone here knows you're the only troublemaker that would do such a thing, so it’s obvious you did it.
BART: You did it!
LISA: No, you did it!
BART: No, you did it!
LISA: (thinking) I did it!
BART: No, I did it! (thinks) D'OH!
Lisa laughs. Homer gets mad.
HOMER: That's it Bart! Go to your room, and don't come down until you're ready to apologise, or until you're ready to go to school!
BART: School? It’s not as if you ever went…
HOMER: Hmm…the boy has a point. Skipping school could make him follow in my footsteps. (Thinking): No, I won’t let him become that unedumacated. (Yelling): Bart I’m serious. Go to your room and get dressed, think about what you’ve done, and then go to school. Get up there NOW!
Homer suddenly hits his fist hard on the table, causing the towel on his head to fall off, revealing huge patches of dried toothpaste and the paint.
MARGE, LISA and BART: (laughing)
HOMER: (Waving his arms around madly and walking to the door madly with his eyes shut). That's it! I can't even get respect from my own family! Boy, you better watch out when I get home and--(suddenly walks into the wall) Ow!
Open on Homer lying in bed, with his head below his pillow. Suddenly, Bart appears and pretends to be Marge. Unawares to Homer is that Bart has smothered toothpaste on his pillow.
BART: (imitating Marge) Homie, you should have your head on the pillow. You don't want to get a neck-ache.
Homer lifts his head and lets it fall straight into the toothpaste.
HOMER: (sniffing) Hey! Who left this complimentary mint on my pillow? (starts to lick it off, still with his eyes closed). Eww! This isn't a mint, and where's the chocolate? (gasps) It must have been the bogeyman! No…he’s not that cruel. --GASP—It’s in my long beautiful hair! Maaarge help!
Suddenly, a piece of toothpaste stuck to Homer's forehead falls into his eye.
HOMER: Aahh! It burns! Marge, quick, get the devil off my face!
BART: Bwa ha ha!
HOMER: (turning around, one eye closed and weeping) Why you little! Why didn't you tell me I fell asleep with the toothbrush in you mouth!
BART: Uh, Dad, you're getting creepy...and by the way, I put that on your pillow!
HOMER: (thinking) Ah, it must be International Colgate Day!
BART: Ahh, no. It's April Fool's Day.
HOMER: You think I'm a fool? Well, choke on your life—
HOMER chokes BART. Bart gasps for air.
Marge, off camera, suddenly yells.
MARGE: Homer! You're awake! Come and get your breakfast.
HOMER: (calling back to Marge) But now I don't have to brush my teeth afterwards, right?
MARGE: (downstairs) Yes you do.
HOMER: D'oh! Fine…but I don’t have to comb my hair.
MARGE: (downstairs) Fine, you don't have to brush your teeth.
HOMER: Woo hoo! In your face Bart! I beat you at your own game.
BART: Oh yeah? Well how are you gonna comb your hair? You don’t have any! And I think you’re not even sure how much hair you have!
HOMER: Well, I am sure, and guess what? I'm going down to breakfast because I'm so sure!
CUT TO CLOSE UP of Homer as he walks out, revealing a small painting in pink saying “Biker Chick” on his head. Homer catches sight of it in the mirror.
HOMER: Holy crap!
ZOOM INTO the kitchen, where the family is sitting at the breakfast table. Bart runs in and sits down, just as Homer arrives. Unknown to Homer is that Bart has put a pin on his chair. Also, Homer has towel wrapped around his head to conceal the paint, after realizing he doesn’t have enough time to wash it off.
HOMER: Good morning family! What a nice day, isn't it!
LISA: (sees the towel, which is shaped like a turban) Uh, Dad? Do you know that you have something on your head?
HOMER: Of course I do, and let me tell you when I get home from work your brother will be severely punished for it!
LISA: No, I'm talking about that towel. If you wear that to work you'll be making fun of other cultures.
HOMER: (scowling) Yeah, well I'm not taking it off.
Homer pulls the chair out and sits down.
HOMER: Ouch! Who put a pin on my chair?
BART: It must have been Lisa because putting pins on chairs is lame.
LISA: Come on Bart, everyone here knows you're the only troublemaker that would do such a thing, so it’s obvious you did it.
BART: You did it!
LISA: No, you did it!
BART: No, you did it!
LISA: (thinking) I did it!
BART: No, I did it! (thinks) D'OH!
Lisa laughs. Homer gets mad.
HOMER: That's it Bart! Go to your room, and don't come down until you're ready to apologise, or until you're ready to go to school!
BART: School? It’s not as if you ever went…
HOMER: Hmm…the boy has a point. Skipping school could make him follow in my footsteps. (Thinking): No, I won’t let him become that unedumacated. (Yelling): Bart I’m serious. Go to your room and get dressed, think about what you’ve done, and then go to school. Get up there NOW!
Homer suddenly hits his fist hard on the table, causing the towel on his head to fall off, revealing huge patches of dried toothpaste and the paint.
MARGE, LISA and BART: (laughing)
HOMER: (Waving his arms around madly and walking to the door madly with his eyes shut). That's it! I can't even get respect from my own family! Boy, you better watch out when I get home and--(suddenly walks into the wall) Ow!