March Madness - Fab Five entries (2nd round)!

[Jcorona]

Due by 4-28, 11:59 pm, west coast time.

Welcome to the Fab Five's second round entries.

Please come strong, don't save your best work for the finals . . . you might not make it. :p

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Corona :)

[Jcorona]

YOUNG LOVE


FADE IN:


EXT. STREET OUTSIDE APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

A car pulls in and parks.


INT. EDDIE'S CAR - DAY

EDDIE, 20, turns off the engine. He looks at his younger
brother CLARENCE, 18, who stares straight ahead like a
mindless zombie.

EDDIE
I want you to stay in the car.

CLARENCE
I hate being left alone.

EDDIE
I won't be long.

CLARENCE
I'll set fire to myself.

EDDIE
Aw come on, five minutes, just give
me five minutes.

Eddie opens his door to climb out.

CLARENCE
Does she even know you have a brother?
Do you ever mention me? You are
ashamed of me, aren't you? It's
because I'm... different.

Clarence slowly bows his head, a picture of sadness.

Eddie wrestles with his guilt. Guilt wins.

EDDIE
All right!


INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY

Cluttered with boxes and stuff, as if someone's just moving
in. Front door lies open. Outside on the landing, Eddie
rings the doorbell. Clarence picks his nose and wipes it on
the landing wall.

EDDIE
Don't stare at her.

CLARENCE
I won't stare at her.

But when BINKY, a blonde titty fantasy in a tight tee shirt
comes bouncing into the living room with great enthusiasm,
Clarence stares so hard his eyes cross.

BINKY
Eddie!

Binky gives Eddie a little kiss -- but kinda hesitates because
she doesn't know Clarence.

EDDIE
My brother, Clarence. I thought we
could use an extra pair of hands!

Binky goes along with his fake enthusiasm.

BINKY
You're right! There's so much to
do! Kaylee and Jenny haven't shown
up yet. Could you come through and
help me move a couple of little
things? It's kinda crowded but you
and me should be able to squeeze in.

Using subtle sex code, involving touching her crotch and
breasts and jerking her head toward the bedroom as if she's
having a seizure, Binky invites Eddie to come play with her,
ALONE. Eddie gets it.

BINKY
Maybe Clarence would like a juice?

CLARENCE
That would be wonderful, and
refreshing, too.

Binky goes into the kitchen. While she's gone, Eddie wags a
warning finger at Clarence and gives him a stern look.
Behave, or else. Clarence shrugs and spreads his hands
innocently.

Binky returns with a juice, gives it to Clarence.

BINKY
We'll be right back!

Binky leads Eddie into the bedroom and foots the door shut
behind them. Silence.

Clarence sips his juice. He looks around. He casually lifts
a box lid and looks inside. Books. He opens another box.
Ornaments wrapped in bubble plastic. He looks in a third
box. Folded clothing.

Clarence wanders around the room, examining stuff. And as
he does this, he sticks his finger up his nose and smears
booger across everything he touches, as if he's marking
territory.


INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Binky stands against a wall with her arms raised and her
eyes shut while Eddie molests her breasts with his face.

BINKY
I need it so bad. I need it.

EDDIE
Shhh!

BINKY
Why couldn't you come alone?

EDDIE
Our folks are out of town. I gotta
keep an eye on Clarence.

BINKY
He's old enough.


INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY

Clarence opens a box and finds -- yowzah! His eyes go big
like saucers. With reverence, he lifts out a pair of almost
transparent black lace panties and holds them before his
face.


INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - DAY

Binky and Eddie grind against each other so hard they could
start a fire if they're not careful.

BINKY
Doesn't he have a girlfriend?

EDDIE
Restraining order.

Binky's eyes open.

BINKY
What?

EDDIE
There was an incident.

BINKY
What does that mean?

EDDIE
Clarence gets a little excited.
About everything. That's why
someone's gotta keep an eye on him.
Concentrate, dammit.

BINKY
Tongue me.


INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY

Binky and Eddie emerge from the bedroom trying to look
innocent, but they have that post-tongue disheveled look
about them.

Binky stops so suddenly that Eddie walks into her.

Binky stares in horror. Eddie groans and claps his hand
over his eyes.

Clarence spins round, caught in the act. He's naked except
for a pair of Binky's bra and panties. He wears another bra
over his head as if to keep his ears warm. His feet are
jammed into a pair of red spike heel shoes.

CLARENCE
I can explain.

BINKY
You better!

CLARENCE
He dresses me up like a doll when
our parents are out of town.

Binky turns an accusing look on Eddie, who gapes in horror
at Clarence.


INT. LANDING OUTSIDE BINKY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Binky pushes Eddie and Clarence outside and slams the door.

Eddie bangs on the door.

EDDIE
Binky, please! Open up! I need to
talk to you! He lies! A lot!

CLARENCE
Show some self-respect. Don't beg
her. Be your own man.

The door opens -- Binky throws Clarence's clothes at him.
She slams the door shut again.

EDDIE
Binky, come on!

The door opens again. Eddie opens his mouth to plead but
Binky reaches past him and grabs her bra off Clarence's head.
She retreats inside, the door slams shut again.

EDDIE
Aw, man.


INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY

Puzzled, Binky sniffs the air.

Uncertain, she lifts her bra to her nose and sniffs. Ewww!
Revolting!

Something shiny on a nearby box lid catches her eye. Binky
peers closely. Her eyes widen. Giant booger, hanging there.


INT. EDDIE'S CAR - DAY

Clarence, in the passenger seat, still in bra and panties,
sips his juice.

CLARENCE
Young love is a fragile thing.

EDDIE
One more word out of you, you freak.


INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - DAY

Binky stands naked in front of a full length mirror. She
slowly lifts the bra up to her breasts. She closes her eyes
and groans as she massages the bra against her skin, softly
at first, then harder and harder. Her gasps become passionate
groans, building up to yelps of pleasure.

FADE OUT

[Jcorona]

MM2 - COMPUTER GIRL V1


INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY


COMPUTERGIRL sits at a table with her friend SALLY. College-aged, they watch the men pass by.

SALLY
Oh. He's a cute one.

Another guy.

SALLY
And he's got a nice butt!

To Computer Girl.

SALLY
Don't any of these guys do it for
you?

COMPUTERGIRL
I have not yet completed my
correlation.

SALLY
Correlation. Is that like your
period or something?

COMPUTERGIRL
Period. A punctuation mark
indicating a full stop. A
correlation is not equal to a
full stop.

SALLY
No. Silly. Like your time of the
month.

ComputerGirl whirs.

SALLY
Never mind -- you really need to
loosen up a bit, girl -- Oh! He's
a big one! Look at his hands. He
must be hung.

COMPUTERGIRL
Hung. The point where a program
ceases to go forward. Does he
need to be rebooted?

SALLY
Hung! Like the size of his thing.

COMPUTERGIRL
Thing is ambiguous, proceeding to
disambiguation. Please wait...

Sally looks at her incredulously

COMPUTERGIRL
Thing, a being or entity, an
automobile sold in the 1970s, a
film...

SALLY
His penis! Alright?

A bit louder than she expects and everyone stares.

COMPUTERGIRL
Penis. -- No data available.

SALLY
You've never seen a penis?

COMPUTERGIRL
Affirmative.

SALLY
You're a virgin?!

COMPUTERGIRL
Virgin. A company founded by
Richard Branson...


INT. LOUNGE ROOM - NIGHT

Computer Girl seems uncomfortable in her sexy tight fitting outfit. Sally smirks as she makes some last minute alterations.

SALLY
Hold still.

COMPUTERGIRL
The size of this skin is invalid.
There is a ninety-five percent
chance of a wardrobe error.

SALLY
Exactly! Flash a bit of tit and
he'll be all yours.

COMPUTERGIRL
My CPU is running many idle
loops.

SALLY
Relax. This guy is perfect for
you. I'm sure of it.

The doorbell rings.

SALLY
There he is. Remember what I
told you?

ComputerGirl nods. Sally runs off.

SALLY
If you need me, I'll be in my
room.

FRONT DOOR

ComputerGirl makes a whirring sound as she stares at the door for an uncomfortably long moment. Then she opens it.

Standing in the door is CARLTON. He adjusts his glasses with his middle finger and chuckles nerdily.

CARLTON
I brought these for you.

Carlton hands her a box of writable DVDs. Computer Girl smiles with joy.

COMPUTERGIRL
Inkjet printable. How thoughtful.

CARLTON
You never know when you could use
a blank DVD.

That nerdy chuckle again.

COMPUTERGIRL
My calculations indicate that we
will be quite compatible.

Carlton smiles as he adjusts his glasses.

COMPUTERGIRL
Please press enter.
(whir)
Please enter.

BEGIN MONTAGE

ComputerGirl and Carlton sit at a table and play chess.

They sit on the sofa and animatedly talk.

More chess. ComputerGirl moves quickly.

On the sofa, Carlton grabs her hand and moves it along the table, like a mouse. ComputerGirl's eyes follow the movements.

More chess. Tough move for Carlton, but he makes it.

On the sofa, they play air-pac-man. On ComputerGirl's nose a red dot power-up. Carlton's hand eats it.

More chess. And ComputerGirl wins.

On the sofa. Carlton leans in for the kiss. And he scores. ComputerGirl's eyes light up. Literally.

END MONTAGE

And they end their kiss and stare in each others eyes.

COMPUTERGIRL
Are you ready to interface?

Carlton nods. He's ready.

COMPUTERGIRL
Do you have the right equipment?

Carlton looks quizzically at ComputerGirl. Then she moves her hand down his belly. It lands firmly in his crotch. Carlton opens his eyes wide.

COMPUTERGIRL
Firewire. I have an acceptable
port. I am eagerly anticipating
the data exchange.

They kiss again.


INT. BEDROOM

Sally lies in bed reading a book when she hears the sounds.

Whirs at first, then something like the electronic shriek you hear when you accidentally call a fax machine, then that pleasantly annoying female voice that says "You've got mail" over and over and finally an error bell that tinks away until out of earshot.

Sally smiles. Job well done.


INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

Sally and ComputerGirl sit at "their" table. A WAITRESS stands nearby.

SALLY
I'll have a salad.

SUPER: A WEEK LATER

The Waitress looks toward ComputerGirl.

COMPUTERGIRL
I am not consuming.

The Waitress nods and leaves. Sally seems concerned.

SALLY
Something wrong girl?

COMPUTERGIRL
Something is interfering with my
gastro-intestinal unit. I may be
harboring an unauthorized
program. I don't understand it,
I downloaded the most up to date
anti-virals.

SALLY
Didn't you use that condom I left
for you?!

COMPUTERGIRL
It did not fit.

SALLY
Didn't fit? It was an extra
large?

COMPUTERGIRL
It tore. I have enormous feet.

Sally does a double take. She doesn't want to know.

SALLY
So what are you going to do?
Carlton seems like a nice guy.
I'm sure he'll be happy to take
care of you and the ba--

ComputerGirl shakes her head.

COMPUTERGIRL
Carlton and I no longer
communicate.

SALLY
Why not?

COMPUTERGIRL
We are not compatible. Carlton
loves Microsoft.

SALLY
So?

COMPUTERGIRL
I won't have my spawned process
corrupted by Windows. It's MacOS
or nothing.

THE END

[Jcorona]

DICK IN A BOX


FADE IN

INT. CAR – NIGHT

A carload of sex starved BOYS. Two in front, two in the back.

A twitterpated JULES, 16, sits behind the driver, STAN, 17.

JULES
I’m really nervous guys.

STAN
Relax little brother. Everything will
be fine. I gotta feeling. Tonight’s your
big night.

The only good looking one of the group, CRAIG, 17, exhales from a bong hit.

CRAIG
Yeah man, I heard that like three
of these girls already have kids.

JULES
That sucks. I hate kids.

The three boys laugh. Jules’ best friend, RYAN 17, provides comfort.

RYAN
(leans in to Jules)
He means that they put out.

JULES
Oh. Yeah. Duh, I knew that.

RYAN
Now here. Hit this bong. We’re
almost there.

JULES
No way, man. I don’t smoke.

STAN
Jules, just hit it. You’re probably
already high from the contact buzz.
Anyways, being high makes you f*ck
like Superman.

Jules reluctantly grabs the HUGE BONG. The sound of Jules hitting the bong makes everyone happy. They mock cheer. Ryan pats Jules on the back.

RYAN
Welcome to BongbackMountain, my
friend.


EXT. MOVIE THEATER – NIGHT

Teens everywhere. Loud bass THUMPS from cars as they park.


INT. MOVIE THEATER – CONCESSCION STAND

Four TEEN GIRLS have joined our boys. Jules pulls Ryan aside.

JULES
My girl is totally hit. What if I can’t
get it up?

RYAN
Dude, chill the f*ck out.

JULES
I have performance anxiety, y’ know.

Ryan pulls TWO PILLS from his pocket.

RYAN
Here. Take two to be safe.

JULES
Could I O.D.? Because I already smoked.

RYAN
You’re not gonna O.D, Jesus. It’s
just a little something to get the
blood pumping.

Ryan winks. Jules takes a deep breath and DOWNS the pills.

RYAN (cont)
Now go buy a big box of popcorn so
you’re not a dead giveaway.

Jules SINKS, realizing what he just took.

JULES
(under his breath)
Oh f*ck.


INT. THEATER 10 – NIGHT

Pitch darkness except for the vibrant glow of the silver screen. Jules shifts in his seat. Looks at his date, SHAY, 17. Meekly smiles.

His JUMBO BOX of popcorn sits directly on his lap. He moves it…just enough…for a peek of…

A RAGING BONER. Quickly moves the box back. Did she see? Whew, she didn’t! Deep breaths. Come on. Think…THINK.

LATER.

His friends make out heavily with their dates. Shay is bored to tears. Next to him, Craig positions himself to get closer to his date, and is greeted by the CRUNCHING of popcorn at his feet.

CRAIG
Dude, stop wasting popcorn. Half of
it’s on the floor.

Jules wipes beads of sweat from his brow, not saying a word. He glances at Shay.

JULES
Here Shay. Try some popcorn.

Reluctant at first, she finally forces a smile.

SHAY
Well…ok. Maybe a little.

She grabs a HANDFUL. Jules holds his breath, watching her FUMBLE around the large bowl of tasty popped kernels. She pulls her hand out.
Damn.

Stuffs them in her mouth. Giggles.

SHAY
Mmm. Little salty.

JULES
Oh yeah.

Crunch…crunch…she’s really enjoying the taste.

JULES
Please…have some more.

SHAY
You tryna get me fat?

Jules laughs like a nervous geek and shakes his head.

Suddenly, a HAND from the OTHER SIDE reaches in. What the-

JULES
Craig!

CRAIG
Shhh, man! Cripes. You’re gonna get us
kicked out of here.

Craig RUSTLES through the box. Snorts like a pig.

CRAIG (cont)
Got the munchies bro.

Jules TILTS his head back against the back of his seat. Anxiety ENGULFS his small frame like a vice.

Shay’s hand MEETS Craig’s in the center of the box. Whew!

SHAY
Oops. Sorry, Craig.

CRAIG
Lemme grab a handful babe.

WHAT?? No! No more handfuls for you!

SHAY
No problem.

Out of nowhere, Ryan leans across his date.

RYAN
Dude, get me a scoop.

Jesus!

CRAIG
My pleasure Rhino.

And then…it happens. Craig’s hand, buried in a sea of butter, salt and special sauce…runs into SOMETHING. His eyes widen. A horde of emotions set in as Craig has found THE PRIZE inside.

The unthinkable has happened. He doesn’t want to believe it. Looks at Jules.

CRAIG
Dude?

Jules nods. Shrugs and braces himself. Yep. That just happened.

CRAIG (cont)
You. Sonofa-

Craig LUNGES at Jules, who in a panic, SCREAMS like a girl. Natural reaction makes him STAND UP. Popcorn SPILLS everywhere as the BOX CLINGS TO HIS MANHOOD LIKE A DART. Shay gets a peek at the GOODS.

SHAY
Oh my God! Holy sh*t!

Rows of TEENS laugh their asses off. Craig SWATS at his tongue.

CRAIG
I knew it tasted funny!

Other teens raise their cell phones, SNAPPING PICS. A FLOPPY HAIRED KID two rows up turns to his date.

FLOPPY HAIRED KID
Man. That kid sure must love popcorn.

FADE OUT

[Jcorona]

AMERICA'S NEWEST GAMESHOW


FADE IN


INT. GAMESHOW STAGE - DAY

2 gameshow contestants MARK and PIERRE stand in front of podiums.

MC (O.S.)
Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the gameshow host with the most, Trip Blingingdale!

Contestants and audience CLAP as TRIP BLINGINGDALE comes running out. Trip oozes cheese--think Fred Willard meets 1970’s gameshow host.

TRIP
Welcome to America’s newest gameshow, Gay or Euro!

Contestants clap and look real happy to be there.

TRIP (CONT’D)
The game is quite simple. I describe a situation or an action, and our contestants buzz in to declare whether it’s gay or European..For example, if I say sunbathing naked with your best friend in the south of France, you say...

CONTESTANTS/AUDIENCE (ALL TOGETHER)
Euro!

TRIP
Exactly. And if I say sunbathing naked with your second cousin Lester on the deck of his section eight apartment, you say...

CONTESTANTS/AUDIENCE (ALL TOGETHER)
Gay!

TRIP
Yep, it’s just that easy. So, before we get started, let’s meet our contestants. Mark is a pharmaceutical salesman from Orange County. So you sell drugs, huh, Mark?

MARK
Well, actually--

TRIP
--That’s fantastic. Our second contestant is Pierre. Sounds like a French name, Pierre is from France--

Pierre interrupts.

PIERRE
--Actually, I’m from Jersey.

TRIP
Super! With a name like that you must’ve got your ass kicked as a child.

Trip laughs and pulls out his question/answer cards.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Alright, it’s time to play...Gay or Euro!

Audience claps.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Contestants, hands on buzzers please. First question: The sport of Synchronized Diving.

Both contestants hit their buzzers.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Pierre, you buzzed in first.

PIERRE
Euro!

TRIP
Ohhh...so sorry Pierre, the correct answer is Gay. Synchronized diving is very gay.

Trip flips to the next question/answer card.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Alright, next question.

Trip looks at the contestants very seriously.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Men’s attire consisting of leather pants, a skin tight mesh shirt, and a pink scarf.

Both contestants buzz in.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Pierre, once again.

MARK
Gay. Totally gay.

Flip turns his answer card over.

TRIP
Oh...I’m sorry, Pierre, that is incorrect. The correct answer is Euro. I guess I won’t be taking fashion tips from Pierre!
(cheesy laugh)
Actually, I can’t get enough of those mesh shirts--they’re just soooo comfy!

Flip pulls out the next question card.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Alrighty, moving right along, next question: making out with a pre-op transvestite.

Both contestants buzz in.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Pierre, you’ve got quite the trigger finger. Mark, your buzzer workin’ okay there?
(cheesy laugh)
Pierre, your answer please?

PIERRE
Uh...uh...you said, pre-op, right?

TRIP
Yes.

PIERRE
Gay?

Trip looks at his question/answer card and hesitates for a moment.

TRIP
Correct-a-mundo! It’s about time you got one right...one hundred points for our French connection.

PIERRE
I’m not French, I’m from--

TRIP
--Excellent!

Audience laughs.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Alright contestants, correct answers are now worth two hundred points. Hands on buzzers please.

Trip looks a the contestants and then to his cue card.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Watching the Project Runway marathon...by yourself with a bottle of lube, a tub of ice cream, and a case of wine coolers.

Mark is the only contestant to ring in.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Mark, welcome to the game!

MARK
Euro. Definitely Euro.

TRIP
Ohhhh...so close, Mark! The answer we’re looking for is Gay. In fact, that’s about as gay as it gets, my sexually confused, drug dealing friend. I mean, c’mon...Europeans don’t drink wine coolers!

Trip shakes his head in disappointment, the audience laughs.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Ok, contestants, for two hundred points, is this Gay or Euro: Receiving oral pleasure from a sheep herder.

Both contestants buzz in.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Pierre, once again!

PIERRE
Euro!

TRIP
Correct! Apparently it’s quite common for tourists to receive oral pleasure from sheep herders in Western Switzerland. I guess know where Pierre likes to vacation! I jest, surely, I jest.

The “time running out” bell rings.

TRIP (CONT’D)
You know what that sound means! We’re down to our final question. Contestants, hands on buzzers.

Trip looks at the contestants.

TRIP (CONT’D)
For the game: Licking every drop of sweat off the naked body of Richard Simmons after his three hour workout.

Mark is the first to buzz in.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Mark, do you have an answer?

MARK
Gay!

Trip looks at his answer card.

TRIP
I’m sorry Mark, that is incorrect. That was actually a trick question. The answer we’re looking for is “that’s just f*cking wrong.”

Trip looks at the audience.

TRIP (CONT’D)
Well, that’s it folks. Thank you for watching America’s favorite gameshow, Gay or Euro. This is Trip Blingingdale reminding you that sometimes euthanasia really is the best option for the elderly

FADE OUT

[dpaterso]

SCREWED


FADE IN:


INT. PRESIDENTIAL BEDROOM WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT

A large opulent ornate bedroom. Faint green windows look out over the White House lawn.

MICHELLE OBAMA sits at the end of the bed. She wears a fancy expensive dress. She looks great!

BARACK OBAMA stands in front of her. He wears a tailor made suit. He has a big charming sly grin on his face. He stares Michelle straight in the eyes while he loosens his tie.

Covertly he’s eyes drift to the left for a moment then back at Michelle.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
Michelle... my belle...

She smiles with anticipation.

Obama’s eyes drift to the right for a short moment then back at his wife again.

He unbuttons his suit jacket. Pulls it off... unbuttons his shirt. He glances at the lamp on a side table, moves over to it, turns it off.

A huge seductive smile on his face as he whips out a lighter from his jacket and lights candles near the bed.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
Let’s reduce energy consumption in Federal buildings...

Michelle giggles.

He takes off his shirt and tie. That smile and seductive stare never leaves his face.

A child’s eye watches them through the crack in the door.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
We have a moral obligation to provide every child a world-class education.

He pulls his presidential pants down.

Michelle’s eyes go wide at the sight of his presidential bulge.

MICHELLE
I’m not on the pill anymore...

He glances off to the right.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
Don’t worry baby. Affordable, accessible health care for every single American is a right. Even abortions.

She seductively pulls her dress off.

His eyes glances off to the left at a teleprompter.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
I’m going to restore our moral standing in the world...

He slaps her on the butt.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
Get on your hands and knees and back up to me.

Michelle does.

President Obama’s eyes go wide at the sight.

The Child’s eye in the door crack shuts tight then disappears.

Obama yanks his undies off then proceeds to take Michelle from behind. A lot of moaning and groaning for a few seconds then the President pulls away.

Michelle mutters to herself.

MICHELLE
Another premature launch of the Nodong missile...

He has an enormous self satisfied grin on his face.

PRESIDENT OBAMA
What did you think of my stimulus package?

MICHELLE
It pushed through easy! It was huge, but pushed through real easy...

FADE OUT:

[Jcorona]

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Voting ends Tuesday (tomorrow), March 31 at 11:59 PM, west coast time.

Good luck, everyone.

Who will be the Talented Two?

Corona :)

[IndieMe]

I voted and I'm proud of it... Less proud of my script, but oh well

[Jcorona]

I'm proud of your script and thank you for voting, Lady.

Corona :D

[Jcorona]

I'm steadily receiving votes.

Thank you so far!

Please keep them coming.

Corona :)

[dpaterso]

A little bump so the thread appears on the main index... you never know who might glance down and see it.

-Derek