Catro the Writer
Sorin High Baby!
Another full day of work was coming to an end at Warner Bro. Studio, as the golden sun shone down on the studio, reflecting off the red tin roof of the water tower. The large WB was visible to all in the town as it stood above most of the building, and the evening sun made the letters visible. And all the employees left, whether they’d be actors, stagehands, or assistances; they all stood at the time clock with their cards in hand as they waited for the final minutes to pass so they could get out of the studio.
Everyone whispered to one another as they kept glancing back over their shoulders in case they decided to show up to pick out a end of the day “Special Friend”. And when special friends were picked out that usually meant they were going to the hospital and out of the job for a few days… if you were lucky. The unlucky, really unlucky, special friends were out of commission for months in a full-body cast.
A few ladies had cans of pepper spray in their hands, a couple of assistances held pens ready to stab if things went south. Even a tall man dressed in black, with a yellow belt on, and a yellow badge on his shirt with a bat symbol on it, held a bat-shaped boomerang in his hands and was ready to throw it to get away from them. But they knew that none of it would work, and it was just to help them feel safe more than anything.
But as the bell rang, the ring from the old grandfather clock echoing through the halls, everyone jumped up and quickly rushed towards the door. As if their life depended on it, the scanned their badges and clocked out, all the people ran to their cars and locked the doors. Those who made it to their cars sighed in relief, but as those who were at the back of the line weren’t so lucky.
“Boongey Boongey Boongey!” Three high pitch voices said, voices like children, as a large shadow cast over the door, and those stuck at the door could only let off loud shrill screams.
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Later that evening Plotz, the owner of the Studio, stood at his office window staring at the large water tower at the front of the studio. Behind him Dr. ScratchnSniff, the lots therapist, and Ralph the security officer, both sat with nervous as they looked at their boss.
“We have to find some way to get those kids under control!” The man said turning and slamming his hands against the desk. The kids had always been hyperactive…. But ever since the movie had ended all those years ago, they had nothing to do… So they had only their imaginations to keep them entertained. They couldn’t really make friends as the kid actors came and went like leaves in the wind. The only kid that had stayed was still at the lot was Mindy and at this point, she was a teenager almost an adult!
Then they couldn’t go anywhere to start a new life, as they were just kids still and the plot was the only place they could call home.
“Vell I might has an ideas….” Dr. ScratchnSniff said…
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“So what do you think this special gift is?” Yakko asked, kicking a ball in the air and kicking again. The three were hanging out in the water tower for now, but they had gotten a note saying that the three were to meet Plotz in his office for a surprise.
Everyone whispered to one another as they kept glancing back over their shoulders in case they decided to show up to pick out a end of the day “Special Friend”. And when special friends were picked out that usually meant they were going to the hospital and out of the job for a few days… if you were lucky. The unlucky, really unlucky, special friends were out of commission for months in a full-body cast.
A few ladies had cans of pepper spray in their hands, a couple of assistances held pens ready to stab if things went south. Even a tall man dressed in black, with a yellow belt on, and a yellow badge on his shirt with a bat symbol on it, held a bat-shaped boomerang in his hands and was ready to throw it to get away from them. But they knew that none of it would work, and it was just to help them feel safe more than anything.
But as the bell rang, the ring from the old grandfather clock echoing through the halls, everyone jumped up and quickly rushed towards the door. As if their life depended on it, the scanned their badges and clocked out, all the people ran to their cars and locked the doors. Those who made it to their cars sighed in relief, but as those who were at the back of the line weren’t so lucky.
“Boongey Boongey Boongey!” Three high pitch voices said, voices like children, as a large shadow cast over the door, and those stuck at the door could only let off loud shrill screams.
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Later that evening Plotz, the owner of the Studio, stood at his office window staring at the large water tower at the front of the studio. Behind him Dr. ScratchnSniff, the lots therapist, and Ralph the security officer, both sat with nervous as they looked at their boss.
“We have to find some way to get those kids under control!” The man said turning and slamming his hands against the desk. The kids had always been hyperactive…. But ever since the movie had ended all those years ago, they had nothing to do… So they had only their imaginations to keep them entertained. They couldn’t really make friends as the kid actors came and went like leaves in the wind. The only kid that had stayed was still at the lot was Mindy and at this point, she was a teenager almost an adult!
Then they couldn’t go anywhere to start a new life, as they were just kids still and the plot was the only place they could call home.
“Vell I might has an ideas….” Dr. ScratchnSniff said…
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“So what do you think this special gift is?” Yakko asked, kicking a ball in the air and kicking again. The three were hanging out in the water tower for now, but they had gotten a note saying that the three were to meet Plotz in his office for a surprise.
