The Airs of the Toys script

This is my favorite script, out of the few that I've written. So far, people have really liked it (meaning some of my family, which is obligated to say that it's good, and our improv/acting/goof off group).

The Airs of the Toys by Katie Schultz

Cast:

Manager

Harold

Barry

Props:

Whiteboard

Whiteboard marker

Whiteboard eraser

2 Chairs

Table

Cards

Poker chips

(Everyone enters. All but Manager sit on chairs in a circle. Manager stands by whiteboard.)

Manager: Since you guys are new, let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves. I’m Taylor and I’m the CEO of the company.

Barry: It’s hard to find a tailor these days. How much would you charge to fix this hole in my sleeve?

Manager: (sighs) My name is Taylor. What is yours?

Barry: It’s Barry.

Harold: I like those mixed-berry flavored yogurts. You must also, because your name is Barry.

Manager: You. (Points to Harold.) What is your name?

Harold: Harold.

Barry: Well, at least I’m not one of those loud people who goes around yelling out what time it is.

Harold: I’d rather be that than a blueberry.

Manager: Focus, guys, focus.

 Barry: Ford, guys, Ford.

Manager: What?

Barry: You talked about a Focus, so I talked about a Ford. Ford makes Focuses.

Harold: Isn’t that Focusi?

Manager: Stop! Now, I called you all here today because this is the annual meeting of

Swindlers Employed for Tots. We have a lot-

Harold: To sell?

Manager: What?

Harold: You said you had a lot. Where is it and how much is it? I’m interested in one.

Manager: Never mind. As I was saying, we have a bunch of work to cover today, so let’s start. First on the agenda are the heirs of the company.

Barry: Is someone stealing our air? We must stop them before we die of suffocation!

Manager: (Glares at Barry) I meant the people who will take care of the company when we die. They’ve been acting odd lately.

Harold: So would I.

Manager: What?

Harold: I would be in a state of wonder too.

Barry: Can’t you count? Don’t you know that one comes before two?

Harold: Don’t tell me no!

Barry: Oh yeah?

Harold: Yeah!

Manager: Guys! Guys! Pay attention. We have stuff to do! (Draw a line on whiteboard.) Now as you can see, sales are down this quarter. Does any-

Harold: No wonder they are. We don’t sell nautical-type stuff.

Barry: How did you work 25 cents into this discussion?

Harold: Don’t you have any sense?

Barry: Do we sell perfume?

Manager: People! People!

Harold: Life! Life!

Barry: Sports Illustrated! Sports Illustrated!

Manager: Never mind. Wil-

Barry: I’ll keep the one I have, thank you very much.

Manager: (Through gritted teeth.) What is it this time?

Barry: You said never mind. I said that I’d keep my brain. It’s very handy to have around.

Harold: No, it’s not.

Barry: (to Harold) I couldn’t live without it.

Harold: (to Barry) A brain and a hand are two completely different things. Where did you go to school?

Barry: Czechoslavia. I’m a Czech.

Harold: Really? You don’t look like one. I thought a check was a relatively secure form of money.

Barry: Don’t bring your relatives into the picture.

Manager: Let’s change the subject.

Harold: Why do I need to change?

Barry: Your clothes are fine, except for the coffee stain to the right of your tie.

Harold: I didn’t write on my shirt! And I’m not from Thailand! I’m from Iowa.

Barry: Yes, you owe me five dollars.

Manager: Will you stop! (Barry and Harold look at Manager.) We have things to decide about the future of the company today. Now as I was saying (turns to whiteboard) sales are down. Partly, this is (Harold looks really sleepy and lays his head on the table.) because of the economy, and partly because there was a big recall a few months ago and people haven’t trusted us since. Besides improving the quality of our toys, what else can we do? (Turns back around.) Hey! (Walks to Harold.) Wake up! This is a meeting! Pay attention! (Reaches to Harold’s shoulder to shake him awake.)

Barry: Don’t wake him up! He’s got insomnia and he’s trying to sleep it off.

Harold: (Stretches and yawns.) Are we done yet? If we aren’t, where are the donuts?

Manager: (Turns to whiteboard and erases the line and begins writing. Barry and Harold set up a poker game and begin playing while Manager talks.) You guys! I am trying to get stuff done. If you won’t help, you can just leave. This is a toy company. We have to sell toys or we are all in deep trouble. For one thing, none of us will have a job. That means that there will be nobody will be able to feed themselves or their families. It also means that a quite a few people will be unemployed. (Turns around.) For another-hey! What are you doing?

Harold: Playing poker. See the chips?

Barry: This table is perfect for poker. We can organize the chips into the coffee ring stains. (Turns to Manager.) Do you have any guacamole chips? I always think better while eating them.

Manager: No!

Harold: I like eating chocolate chips. I wonder how guacamole and chocolate would taste.

Barry: I don’t think it would taste that good. Try guacamole and salsa sometime.

Harold: Hmm. How about we play poker next Tuesday and you make the guacamole/salsa mixture and I’ll bring chips.

Manager: Leave!

Harold: Thanks for the kind invitation, but we already have the game set up. Will you be quiet so we can concentrate? (Manager leaves in disgust. Harold and Barry high-five,  pick up game and leave.)

Improv Practice script

Improv Practice written by Katie Schultz

                                                                   

This is based, once again, on a conversation Borrik Svenson and I had. Yes, you should worry.

Captain Dreadnaught: Want to practice improv tonight?

Borrik Svenson: No.

Cap: Why?

Bor: Too busy.

Cap: You’re always too busy.

Bor: Yup.

Cap: It’s impossible to carry on a conversation with you!

Bor: Yup.

Cap: We should put this into script form. (Pulls out paper and pencil, writes.) What did we say after this?

Bor: Don’t know.

Cap: Anyway, why don’t you want to practice improv?

Bor: Because I don’t want to.

Cap: But you want to improve at improv, don’t you?

Bor: Yeah.

Cap: So why don’t we practice now? No time like the present.

Bor: Because I’m going to be eating and I kind of like to eat instead of talk.

Cap: So you can’t carry on a conversation while eating? I don’t care if you talk with your mouth full. I’m not 

picky about table manners. (Bor slurps popsicle.) Please? (Bor slurps.) Will you practice improv if I do the dishes?

Bor: Yeah.

Cap: Hmmm…I’ll do the dishes.

Bor: You waited too long. Due to inflation, you have to give me your allowance now too.

Cap: That’s highway robbery!

Bor: This isn’t exactly a highway.

Cap: Not all people have to be bribed to practice improv!

Bor: So?

Cap: Do you realize that we’ve been practicing improv all this time?

Bor: No, we haven’t.

Cap: Yes, we have.

Bor: We’ve just been carrying on a conversation.

Cap: Technically, we’ve been practicing improv.

Bor: Actually, we’ve been carrying on a conversation.

Cap: (frustrated) If you’d just admit that I’m right, this could all be settled.

Bor: I’d rather swallow a live hamster.

Cap: Gross!

Bor: How did this conversation start?

Cap: I, the brilliant one, wanted to practice improv. You did not.

Bor: And you say we’ve been doing improv all this time.

Cap: That’s what I said.

Bor: So, you stole improv practice from me.

Cap: What?!

Bor: I’ll have to contact my insurance company.

Cap: No, you misunderstood. I…uhh…

Bor: See? I win.

Cap: Now wait a minute!

Bor: Nope. I won. (Exits.)

Cap: Sore loser. (Exits.)

Florida Medical Board Call scene

This is a "transcript" of the Florida Medical Board Call scene from the Marx Brothers movie At The Races. The reason transcript is in quotes is because Borrik Svenson and I (Captain Dreadnaught) didn't agree on at least one line. (I still think know I'm right.) Anyway, for your enjoyment:

Transcript of the “Florida Telephone Call” scene from the Marx Brothers movie “A Day At The Races” transcripted by Katie and Will Schultz

Cast:

Groucho

Mr. Whitmore

(Scene starts with Grouch sitting at a desk. Mr. Whitmore is also sitting at a desk with a telephone on the other side of a wall.)

Groucho: (Picks up telephone) Get me Mr. Whitmore.

(Phone rings)

Whitmore: (Picks up phone) Hello?

Groucho: (Pinches nose and talks in a Southern female voice) This is your Florida call, Mr. Whitmore.

Whitmore: All right. (Sits down at his desk)

Groucho: (Talks in a Southern female voice) Florida Medical Board. Good morning.

Whitmore: I’d like to talk to the man in charge of the records, please.

Groucho: Record department? Just a moment, sugar.

Whitmore: (Stares at the telephone in surprise for a moment before putting it back to his ear)

Groucho: (Changes to a Southern male voice) Record department. This is Colonel Hawkins talking.

Whitmore: Colonel Hawkins, did you get a wire from me regarding Dr. Hackenbush?

Groucho: I’m sorry sir, (starts fan on his desk and pushes a paper into it) but there’s a hurricane blowing down here, and you’ll have to talk a little louder. Whooooe! Sure is the windiest day we ever seen or heard! Whooo! Certainly is windy!

Whitmore: (Stars at the phone again for a bit before talking again in a louder voice) I want to know about Dr. 

Hackenbush!

Groucho: (Flips switch on the Dictagraph)

Whitmore: (Goes over to the Dictagraph and flips a switch on it, taking the phone away from his ear in the 

process) Yes?

Groucho: (Talking into the Dictaphone in his normal voice) Whitmore, you’ll have to cut out all that 

squawking! The patients are all complaining!

Whitmore: (Sits back down at his desk and puts the phone back to his ear)

Groucho: (Talking into the phone in his Southern accent) And, uh, ah hope, sir, that’s the information that you 

requiah.

Whitmore: I’m sorry, Colonel, I didn’t hear it. I was called to the Dictagraph.

Groucho: What was that you said, suh?

Whitmore: (In a louder tone) I was called to the Dictograph!

Groucho: (Flips on the Dictograph)

Whitmore: (Again goes to the Dictograph, taking the phone away from his ear in the process)

Groucho: Whitmore, one more yelp out of you and I’ll have you bounced outta here!

Whitmore: (Goes back to his desk and puts the phone back to his ear)

Groucho: And, uh, I trust, suh, that that answers your questions.

Whitmore: I’m terribly sorry, Colonel. I didn’t heah you.

Groucho: I can’t hear you. You’ll have to talk a little louder.

Whitmore: (Loudly) I want to find out something about Hackenbush!

Groucho: (Flips on the Dictagraph)

Whitmore: (Goes over to the Dictagraph, taking the phone away from his ear) (Shouts) Well, what is it now?!

Groucho: Whitmore, that’s the last time I want to warn you about that yowling!

Whitmore: (Goes back to his desk and puts the phone back to his ear)

Groucho: And, uh, in conclusion, let me see…

Whitmore: I’m sorry, Colonel. What was that you said about Hackenbush?

Groucho: Hacken- you mean Dr. Hackenbush? Oh no, he’s not heah.

Whitmore: (In a frustrated tone) I know he’s not there. He’s HERE!

Groucho: Then what are you bothering me fo? Yankee!

Whitmore: But I want to know something about his Florida record!

Groucho: (Pinches his nose and talks in a Southern female voice) He’s your Florida call, Mr. Whitmore.

Whitmore: (Yells) Will you get off the line! (Goes back to his normal voice) Hello? Hello, Colonel?

Groucho: (In a Southern male voice) Yes?

Whitmore: Are you sure you’re speaking of Dr. Hugo Z. Hackenbush?

Groucho: Who?

Whitmore: Hugo Z. Hackenbush!

Groucho: Who’s calling ‘im?

Whitmore: (In a frustrated tone) Standish Sanitarium.

Groucho: Yeah, that’s where he works! Ah understand he’s doing a mighty fine job up there!

Whitmore: I… (Stops, and talks in a barely controlled tone) I want to get some information about his 

qualifications for the job.

Groucho: What job?

Whitmore: As Head of the Sanitarium!

Groucho: Who?

Whitmore: (Shouts) HACKENBUSH!

Groucho: (Flips on the Dictaphone)

Whitmore: (You should have the idea by now)

Groucho: Whitmore, are you calling me?

Whitmore: NO, YOU SAP!! (Goes back to his desk) Hello?

Groucho: Yes, now, what was that name?

Whitmore: Hackenbush. HACKENBUSH!!

Groucho: Uh-huh. Well, uh, as soon as he comes in, ah’ll have him get in touch with you.

Whitmore: GAAH! (Slams phone down on the receiver and leaves)

(Both exit) 

God vs. "Science"

God vs. "Science" (made into script by Captain Dreadnaught)

Hi all,
Here is another script for your laughter and, possibly, tears. This is based on an email that has been floating around the internet for quite some time now.

The reason 'Science' is in quotes is because science does not have to be based on an evolutionary viewpoint. For more info, see: http://www.answersingenesis.org/ (A very good site. The museum was good also, especially "Men in White" in the special effects theater.)

God vs. “Science”

Characters:

Professor

One

Two

Others

Props:

Two chairs

Sign that says “Philosophy of Science 101”

Pen

(Professor stands in front of two chairs as if to begin a lecture. One and Two are each sitting in a chair. Sign on wall says “Philosophy of Science 101”.)

Professor: You’re a Christian, aren’t you?

One: Yes, sir.

Professor: So you believe in God?

One: Absolutely.

Professor: Is God good?

One: Sure! God’s good.

Professor: Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?

One: Yes.

Professor: Are you good or evil?

One: The Bible says I’m evil.

Professor: (Smirk) Aha! The Bible! (Pause) Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here

and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?

One: Yes, sir, I would.

Professor: So you’re good…

One: I wouldn’t say that.

Professor: But why not say that? You’d help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if

we could. But God doesn’t. (Pause, looks at One expectantly.) He doesn’t, does He? My brother was a

Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one? (Pause) No, you can’t, can you? (Pause) Let’s start again. Is God good?

One: Er…yes.

Professor: Is Satan good?

One: No.

Professor: Then where does Satan come from?

One: Umm…from God.

Professor: That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t He? Tell me. Is there evil in this world?”

One: Yes, sir.

Professor: Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything, correct?

One: Yes.

Professor: So who created evil? (Pause) If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil. (Pause) Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?

One: (Squirming) Yes.

Professor: So who created them? (Pause, Others are mesmerized) Who created them? (Paces, turns to Two)Tell me. Do you believe in Jesus Christ?

Two: (Coughs) Yes, Professor, I do.

Professor: Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have

you ever seen Jesus?

Two: No, sir, I’ve never seen Him.

Professor: Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus.

Two: No, sir, I have not.

Professor: Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any

sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?

Two: No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.

Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?

Two: Yes.

Professor: According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you have to say to that?

Two: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.

Two: (Pause) Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Professor: Yes, there’s heat.

Two: And is there such a thing as cold?

Professor: Yes, there’s cold too.

Two: No, sir, there isn’t. (Professor and One stare at him) You can have lots of heat, even more heat,

super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don’t have anything called “cold”. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder that the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what make a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (Pause; one of the Others drops a pen and makes it sound like a hammer) What about darkness, Professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is night if it isn’t darkness?

Two: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but it you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

Professor: (To audience) This will be a good semester. (To Two) So what point are you making?

Two: My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.

Professor: (Surprised) Flawed? Can you explain how?

Two: You are working with the premise of duality. You argue that there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course I do.

Two: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

Professor: (To audience) A very good semester, indeed.

Two: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your own opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher? (Others gasp, then make commotion. When commotion settles down, Two continues) To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean. (Looks around room) Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain? Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain? (Pause) No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. (Pause) So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?

Professor: (Pause, then to Two) I guess you’ll have to take them on faith.

Two: Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life. Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?

Professor: (Uncertainly) Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man’s inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.

Two: Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.

Professor: (Pause, sits down)

(End scene, all exit.)

Viaduct skit script

Viaduct (transcribed by Borrik Svenson and Captain Dreadnaught)

Here is a transcript of the infamous "Viaduct" scene from the Marx Brothers movie Cocoanuts. What do you think? Borrik Svenson and I (Captain Dreadnaught) shed our blood, sweat, and tears over this. Actually, it's not quite a transcript. We changed it in quite a few places.


(Starts with Groucho walking on stage)

Groucho: (Looks to stage entrance) Come over here, I want to talk to you. (C enters) Now listen to me, I don’t want that red-headed fella running around in the lobby. If you want to keep him in your room, you’ll have to keep him in a trap.

Chico: I can’t catch him.

Groucho: Who is he?

Chico: He’s my partner, but he no speak.

Groucho: Oh, he’s your silent partner. Now I can let you have three lots bordering the front, or three lots fronting the border. That cost me $9000 and I’m going to let you have it for $15,000. Why? Because I like you.

Chico: I’m not going to buy anything.

Groucho: Why not?

Chico: I don’t gotta no money. I don’t gotta one cent.

Groucho: Then how are you going to pay for your room?

Chico: That’s your lookout.

Groucho: Oh, you’re just an idle roomer.

Chico: We come here to make money. We see the paper that says “Big boom in Florida”. So we come. We’re a couple of big booms, too.

Groucho: I’m gonna show you how to make some real money. I’m gonna hold an auction in a little while at Coconut Manor. You do know what an auction is, don’t you?

Chico: Sure. I come over from Italy on the Atlantic Auction.

Groucho: (after a pause) Let’s go ahead as if nothing happened. I said we’re having an auction at Coconut Manor, and when the crowd gathers around, I want you to mingle with them. Don’t pick their pockets, just mingle with them-

Chico: I’ll find time for both.

Groucho: So we can cut out the auction. If somebody says $100 you say $200. If they say $200 you say $300. Right?

Chico: So I speak up?

Groucho: So if nobody says anything, than you start it off.

Chico: Suppose they don’t say anything?

Groucho: Well, they’ll notify you. You fool! If they don’t say anything, you’ll hear them, won’t you? Well, don’t tell them! If we are successful in disposing of these lots, I’ll see that you get a nice commission.

Chico: And how about some money?(pats hand for money)

Groucho: Well, you can have your choice. You know what a lot is?

Chico: Yes. Too much.

Groucho: Not a whole lot, just a little lot with nothing on it.

Chico: Anytime you gotta too much, and you gotta a whole lot. OK, sometimes you have enough, sometimes you don’t have enough, and sometimes a whole lot. Sometimes you think it’s a little bit, but somebody else thinks it’s too much. Too much, a whole lot, a whole lot, too much, same thing.

Groucho: (after a pause) The next time I see you, remind me not to talk with you, will you? It’s gonna be a cinch explaining the rest of this thing to you, I can see that.

Chico: I catch on quick.

Groucho: That’s a rodeo you’re thinking of. All right, Einstein, here’s Coconut Manor. No matter what you say, this is Coconut Manor. Here’s Coconut Manor, here’s Coconut Heights, that’s a swamp, and over here where the road forks is called Coconut Junction.

Chico: Where do you have coconut custard?

Groucho: That’s on one of the forks. You probably eat with your knife, so you don’t have to worry about that. Here’s the main road leading out of Coconut Manor. That’s the road I wish you were on. Now over here is going to be an eye and ear hospital. That’s going to be a sight for sore eyes. Understand?

Chico: Yeah, that’s fine.

Groucho: Now, right over here is the residential section.

Chico: Oh, people live there, eh?

Groucho: No, that’s the stockyard. Now all along here is the riverfront. All along the river, those are all levies.

Chico: That’s the Jewish neighborhood?

Groucho: (after a pause)Why don’t we pass over that. You’re a peach, boy. Now here is a little peninsula, and over here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.

Chico: Why a duck?

Groucho: (after a pause)I’m fine, how are you? I said this is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.

Chico: All right, why a duck?

Groucho: I say that’s a viaduct.

Chico: All right, why a duck? Why a duck? Why not a chicken?

Groucho: Well, I don’t know why not a chicken. I’m a stranger here myself. I know that’s a viaduct. You try to cross over there on a chicken and you’ll find out why a duck.

Chico: But why-

Groucho: It’s deep water, that’s why a duck. Look here, suppose you were out horseback riding and you came to that stream and you wanted to ford over. But you can’t. It’s too deep.

Chico: What would you want with a Ford when you got a horse?

Groucho: (after a pause)Well, I’m sorry the matter came up. I just know that that’s a viaduct.

Chico: Listen. I catch on to why a horse, why a chicken, why a this, why a that, but I don’t catch on to why a duck.

Groucho: I was only fooling. I was only fooling. They’re going to build a tunnel there in the morning. Is that clear to you?

Chico: Yes, everything except for why a duck.

Groucho: Well, that’s fine. Now we can go ahead with this thing. Now in the morning, I’m going to take you to our cemetery. I’ve got a waiting list of fifty people at that cemetery just dying to get in. But I like you.

Chico: Yeah, you’re my friend.

Groucho: I like you, so I’m going to show you in ahead of all of them. I want to make sure that you get a steady position. And it’ll be horizontal. And remember, if somebody says one hundred…

Chico: I say two hundred.

Groucho: And if somebody says two hundred…

Chico: I say three hundred.

Groucho: That’s great. You know how to get down there?

Chico: No.

Groucho: (pointing off stage) You go down there, down that narrow path there, until you come to that little jungle there. You see it?

Chico: Yeah.

Groucho: Where all those thatch palms are? You see that little clearing in there with a wire fence around it?

Chico: Yeah, but why a fence?

Groucho: Oh no, we’re not going to go through all that again.

Sorry.

Sorry it has taken a long time but I am almost done with the script. I have been in Australia for two weeks. I will try to get the scripts finshed by next month so stay tune.

Still working on scripts

Hello all-

New scripts are still in the works. I'm sorry for the wait, but it has taken me forever to find any time to write. Also, I have a bit of "writer's block" right now, but that should clear up soon. So hang in there!