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After being busted by the police and shut down by the government, Tony has decided to take his group of cheerful (and mostly depressed) men (and Schroeder) on a group bonding trip.
After much thought, consideration and alcohol he has decided to take the whole SR crew to a new and totally original show on channel 5 called little sister. And so our story continues…
Friday 10pm
(The group has been in the house for over an hour and now and have began to make conversation in the sofa area. However something has come too little sisters attention)
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Darkus and Mr. snuggly please come to the diary room
Loki – what have they done now?
Mr. snuggly - *shrugs* don’t know
*Mr. snuggly and Darkus enter the diary room*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – how many bags were you told to bring into the house?
Mr. snuggly – 2?
Darkus – bags?
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s the problem, you were only suppose to bring 1 bag yet you have 2 and you don’t have one at all!
Mr. Snuggly – what do you want us to do about it
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well its simple, give him one of your bags
Darkus – but I don’t have a bag
Women with a schoolteacher voice – not you!
*A large hand comes from behind the camera and slaps Darkus on the back of the head*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – Mr. Snuggly, you give him one of your bags, ok?
Mr. Snuggly – but miss
*A large hand appears from behind the camera again*
Mr. snuggly – ok, ok!
*The hand sinks back into the darkness and the pair leave*
Mr. Snuggly – come on then, follow me
*They walk into the boys bedroom and snuggly throws a large and very heavy suitcase to Darkus. As he catches it, the weight over whelms him and he falls back into the doorway with the suitcase on top of him.*
Darkus – um, snuggly? Can… you help *cough* me?
*Mr. Snuggly steps over Darkus and makes his way to the sofa area*
Hybrid values – what was that about?
*Mr. Snuggly slumps back onto the sofa next to Schroeder*
Mr. Snuggly – that prat Darkus, didn’t bring a suitcase so I had to give him one of mine!
Loki – tough brake
Tony – where is he now?
Mr. snuggly- on the floor over there
*Everyone looks to see Darkus trying to wriggle from under the suitcase but to no avail*
Tony – makes a good doorstop though
Loki – yeah, but what’s in the bag snuggs?
Mr. Snuggly – don’t know, my mum pack it
Hybrid values – probably just coco and a few sandwiches
*Over at the doorway to the boys bedroom Darkus has had an idea*
Darkus – what if I undo the zip and empty it out?
*Joe king walks in from the girl’s bedroom*
Joe king – what did you say?
Darkus – hay Joe, my mate, could you do me a favor?
Joe king – mate? Mate! I wasn’t your mate back at special reserve towers when you and Brad put my head down the toilet and flushed it!
Darkus – but were not in SR towers now are we?
Joe king – ok, what do you wan………… no!
Darkus – what do you mean no?
Joe king – I mean I’m not going to help you, good bye
*Joe king disappears back into the girls bedroom*
Darkus - damn it
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Saturday 11am
(Everyone is up except Darkus who has been lying on his back all night trying to undo the zip on the suitcase. Tony and Loki are in the kitchen cooking porridge for the group who is out side playing with the livestock.)
Loki – tony, can I ask you something?
Tony – sure, what is it?
*Loki pokes the bubbling porridge with a wooden spoon*
Loki – is porridge ment to rise?
Tony – what?
*Tony looks at the porridge to see it froth up and over flow the saucepan*
Tony – get down!!!
*They dive down onto the floor as the porridge explodes and covers the kitchen area in white gunge. Everyone runs in to see Tony on top of Loki in the kitchen with the walls covered in a strange sticky creamy white gunge*
Schroeder – I’m not going to even ask
Brad – hey man listen, if you’re into that kinda thing, I got a cuisine up north who owns a shop I’m sure you can…
Tony – shut up! All of you! Now, lets just clear up!
*Everyone gets a sponge and begins to wipe down the surfaces. Schroeder grabs a toothbrush and begins to scrub a camera lens*
Schroeder – all these cameras about makes me feel like home, at SR towers. Stryke spying on us at all hours. God I miss home.
Loki – but I thought you said you got your own place and stopped living in the broom cupboard?
Schroeder – um, yeah yes, I , I got my own place ages ago, d-don’t, don’t be silly. I was just saying how I miss the old place that’s all
Tony – well don’t worry about it, I left someone in charge, its fine.
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* SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is sitting on a swivel chair infront of a computer in a small dimly lit office. He is wearing standard special reserve uniform (leotard and black duffel coat) and is wearing a large badge on his chest that reads I am 8 (only with the 8 crossed out and “a staff member” written in with a black marker)*
Hercules – seems quite today, no one seems to be in the forums
*Looks closely at the screen*
Hercules – opps
*Connects to the internet*
Hercules – that’s better. But what’s this? All these people asking for my help?
*After 5 minutes of answering questions Hercules gives up and decides it would be more fun to look through everyone’s belongings*
Hercules – lets have a look in Loki’s desk… What have we here, a security blanket, a rotten bunch of bananas, a set of cocktail sticks, a tin of beans and some German dungeon porn?!
*Hercules slams the draw shut and moves onto Mr. Snuggly’s desk*
Hercules – gin, gin, gin, gin, gin, gin…. Whisky!
* Hercules face lights up*
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Saturday 3am
(After cleaning up the group have decided to take another shot at making porridge. But before they can do anything the presenter interrupts them)
Mystique – hello little sister house! You are live on channel 5 so please try not to swear. Please can everyone please come and sit down in the sofa area.
*Everyone walks over and takes a seat except for Joe king who has been in the girls bedroom for the whole time in the house and Darkus who has just managed to get hold of the zip to his suitcase prison but is still stuck in the doorway*
Mystique – hello little sister house. It’s Mystique here!
*Hybrid values begins to mumble to himself*
Mystique – all week the public have been voting for who should be evicted from the house.
Hybrid values – please be me! please be me!
*Tony stands up*
Tony – wait a sec, we’ve only been here of a day
Mystique – opps sorry, wrong Que card. Um… ah here we are… ok. Here is your first task, you must make a meal for all the house members from things you find n the garden. You have until tea time so hurry.
Hybrid values – what? So I can’t come out and meet you?!
Schroeder – watch out hybrid, she can see your face you know
Hybrid values – aahhhhh!
*Hybrid values puts his hands over his face and begins to run about wildly before running into a wall and knocking himself out*
Mystique – oh yeah, if you complete your task you will get 4 gallons of alcohol and a tub of rice. But if you fail you will have to live of the garden for the next week so get cooking!
*As soon as snuggly hears there is alcohol involved he grabs a butchers knife from the kitchen and runs out into the garden heading for SHEEPY’s pen*
Brad – he seems quite eager
Tony – what do you mean?
Brad – well he left his SR mag on his seat
Tony – so?
Brad – well its 3 o’clock isn’t it
Tony – good point, he’d be in the toilet by now
*Everyone goes off to the kitchen and gets ready except for Brad who picks up the SR mag and goes after Mr. Snuggly*
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Brad come to the diary room
*Brad enters the diary room with the magazine in his hand*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – brad, do you know the rulers about porography?
Brad – yes
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well why have you an SR mag in your hand?
Brad – what this? It’s a games magazine
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s not what we saw Mr. Snuggly doing in the toilet in the early hours of the morning with it!
Brad – oh...
*A hand appears from behind the camera and snatches it away from Brad*
Brad – what? No, no you can’t do that! Snuggs will kill me!
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s nice, no go!
*Brad runs out of the diary room screaming and crawls under the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – *sniff* *sniff* something’s not right!
*Mr. Snuggly runs in from the garden with a now bloody butcher’s knife in his hand and looks at the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – MY SR MAG!!!
Loki – listen Mr. Snuggly, um sir, um… it was Brads fault!
Mr. Snuggly – what was? And where’s my SR mag!
*Brad crawls out from his hiding place*
Brad - they kinda, um, er, to it away...
Mr. Snuggly – you what!
*With that Mr. Snuggly lunges forward at Brad with the butcher’s knife. Brad falls to the floor and soon is lying in a pool of blood*
Loki – ahh you k-k-killed him!
*Hybrid values finally wakes up and stands on his too feet next to Mr. Snuggly*
Hybrid values – hey snuggs, its 3 o’clock isn’t it. Where’s your mag?
Mr. Snuggly – aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
*Mr. Snuggly slashes forward and gives Hybrid the same fate as Brad*
Mr. Snuggly – anyone else? Huh! Anyone want to rub it in?!
*Snuggly walks over to the kitchen. The group step backwards until they have they’re backs are against the wall. Just then Joe King walks out of the girls bedroom*
Joe king – Snugg you haven’t seen my...
Mr. Snuggly – what. SR mag!
Joe King – no, no. I was just asking…
Mr. Snuggly – I know what you were asking!
Joe King – you do?
Mr. Snuggly – yeah, you were rubbing it in weren’t you?!
Joe King – what do you mean?
Mr. Snuggly – you think your real funny don’t you?!
Joe King – well the name would suggest so, but I don’t know what your on about, I mean...
*Mr. Snuggly pulls a razor sharp spatula from an open draw and tosses it at Joe slicing his head clean off his shoulders*
Loki – aahh! Mummy! Stop the kill stop the ki…
*Mr. Snuggly quickly picks up a bread knife and before you know it the knife is jammed into Loki’s chest*
Mr. Snuggly – that shut him up.
Darkus – ay shunggla, I fond wot waz in jour soot case
*Mr. Snuggly turns to see Darkus on the floor with the open suitcase on top of him surrounded by empty bottles of gin, whisky, cider and ethanol*
Mr. Snuggly – m-m-m-m-my alcohol!
Tony - *gulp* Darkus, get up, get up and run.
Mr. Snuggly – shut it Tony! It’s none of your business, just keep out of it
Schroeder – *whisper* shut up Tony, he’s cracked
Mr. Snuggly – that’s it don Tony
Tony – the cameras! Ichsna on the “don”a
Mr. Snuggly – I don’t care about the bloody camera’s anymore! I told you to keep out and not to speak, but did you listen?!
Tony – but I didn’t say anything! That was her!
Mr. Snuggly – fine, you can both die
Tony – thanks a lot Schroeder!
Schroeder – its not my fault blame the... Aahhhh my arm!
*Schroeder pulls out a fruit knife from her arm*
Schroeder – ohh! Crap!
*Schroeder slump into a heap on the floor with a dozen other fruit knife in her body*
Mr. Snuggly – now for you Tony!
Darkus – schnuggs, gat amy nore?
Mr. Snuggly – er!
*Mr. Snuggly walks towards Darkus who is blasted out of his mind. Tony quickly make’s a run for it into the garden and hides behind SHEEPY’s corpse*
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Saturday 6pm
(2 figures in black suits walk in to the house from the diary room)
Grix Thraves – Mother Goose, we have him in our sights, where going in
Turbonutter – lets move out
Mr. Snuggly – who are you? Stay away! I’m WARNING YOU!
*The 2 pull out handguns and point them at Mr. Snuggly*
Grix Thraves – put the fruit knifes down!
Mr. Snuggly – never!
*The 2 agents shoot all they’ve got at Mr. Snuggly. Watching dvds has obviously paid off for him because in a matrix kind of way he dodges all the bullets before back flipping and throwing the fruit knifes right into Turbonutter’s and Grix Thraves’s fore heads*
Mr. Snuggly – bye bye, now where’s my mag?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Mr. Snuggly please come to the diary room
Mr. Snuggly – is my magazine in there?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – um, yes
*Mr. Snuggly walks into the diary room*
Mr. Snuggly – so where is it?
*A large machine gun appears from behind the camera and sprays Mr. Snuggly full of lead*
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Out in the garden
Tony – I guess I’ll have to hire some new staff then. Oh well, at least Hercules is keeping the towers ship shape…
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*Outside of the burning SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is giving a report to a policeman while the fire brigade are trying to put off the flames of the tower which has now be burnt to the ground*
Hercules – I don’t know how It started. I was just sitting in the office sorting through some *cough* files and all of a sudden the fire alarms went off
Policeman – well it seems that the whole of the second floor wall full of bottles of alcohol and fake flammable gap jeans.
Hercules – oh, but how did it start?
Policeman – from what we’ve gathered someone threw a grenade through on of the second floor window.
Hercules – what should I do now?
Policeman - I suggest you go home and get some rest.
* Hercules begins to walk away but then stops*
Hercules – tell me again how you got here so fast?
Policeman – I was walking past
Hercules – oh yeah. And I forgot to ask your name
Policeman – p.c. mark, but my friends call me… Reynolds
The end
After much thought, consideration and alcohol he has decided to take the whole SR crew to a new and totally original show on channel 5 called little sister. And so our story continues…
Friday 10pm
(The group has been in the house for over an hour and now and have began to make conversation in the sofa area. However something has come too little sisters attention)
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Darkus and Mr. snuggly please come to the diary room
Loki – what have they done now?
Mr. snuggly - *shrugs* don’t know
*Mr. snuggly and Darkus enter the diary room*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – how many bags were you told to bring into the house?
Mr. snuggly – 2?
Darkus – bags?
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s the problem, you were only suppose to bring 1 bag yet you have 2 and you don’t have one at all!
Mr. Snuggly – what do you want us to do about it
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well its simple, give him one of your bags
Darkus – but I don’t have a bag
Women with a schoolteacher voice – not you!
*A large hand comes from behind the camera and slaps Darkus on the back of the head*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – Mr. Snuggly, you give him one of your bags, ok?
Mr. Snuggly – but miss
*A large hand appears from behind the camera again*
Mr. snuggly – ok, ok!
*The hand sinks back into the darkness and the pair leave*
Mr. Snuggly – come on then, follow me
*They walk into the boys bedroom and snuggly throws a large and very heavy suitcase to Darkus. As he catches it, the weight over whelms him and he falls back into the doorway with the suitcase on top of him.*
Darkus – um, snuggly? Can… you help *cough* me?
*Mr. Snuggly steps over Darkus and makes his way to the sofa area*
Hybrid values – what was that about?
*Mr. Snuggly slumps back onto the sofa next to Schroeder*
Mr. Snuggly – that prat Darkus, didn’t bring a suitcase so I had to give him one of mine!
Loki – tough brake
Tony – where is he now?
Mr. snuggly- on the floor over there
*Everyone looks to see Darkus trying to wriggle from under the suitcase but to no avail*
Tony – makes a good doorstop though
Loki – yeah, but what’s in the bag snuggs?
Mr. Snuggly – don’t know, my mum pack it
Hybrid values – probably just coco and a few sandwiches
*Over at the doorway to the boys bedroom Darkus has had an idea*
Darkus – what if I undo the zip and empty it out?
*Joe king walks in from the girl’s bedroom*
Joe king – what did you say?
Darkus – hay Joe, my mate, could you do me a favor?
Joe king – mate? Mate! I wasn’t your mate back at special reserve towers when you and Brad put my head down the toilet and flushed it!
Darkus – but were not in SR towers now are we?
Joe king – ok, what do you wan………… no!
Darkus – what do you mean no?
Joe king – I mean I’m not going to help you, good bye
*Joe king disappears back into the girls bedroom*
Darkus - damn it
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Saturday 11am
(Everyone is up except Darkus who has been lying on his back all night trying to undo the zip on the suitcase. Tony and Loki are in the kitchen cooking porridge for the group who is out side playing with the livestock.)
Loki – tony, can I ask you something?
Tony – sure, what is it?
*Loki pokes the bubbling porridge with a wooden spoon*
Loki – is porridge ment to rise?
Tony – what?
*Tony looks at the porridge to see it froth up and over flow the saucepan*
Tony – get down!!!
*They dive down onto the floor as the porridge explodes and covers the kitchen area in white gunge. Everyone runs in to see Tony on top of Loki in the kitchen with the walls covered in a strange sticky creamy white gunge*
Schroeder – I’m not going to even ask
Brad – hey man listen, if you’re into that kinda thing, I got a cuisine up north who owns a shop I’m sure you can…
Tony – shut up! All of you! Now, lets just clear up!
*Everyone gets a sponge and begins to wipe down the surfaces. Schroeder grabs a toothbrush and begins to scrub a camera lens*
Schroeder – all these cameras about makes me feel like home, at SR towers. Stryke spying on us at all hours. God I miss home.
Loki – but I thought you said you got your own place and stopped living in the broom cupboard?
Schroeder – um, yeah yes, I , I got my own place ages ago, d-don’t, don’t be silly. I was just saying how I miss the old place that’s all
Tony – well don’t worry about it, I left someone in charge, its fine.
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* SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is sitting on a swivel chair infront of a computer in a small dimly lit office. He is wearing standard special reserve uniform (leotard and black duffel coat) and is wearing a large badge on his chest that reads I am 8 (only with the 8 crossed out and “a staff member” written in with a black marker)*
Hercules – seems quite today, no one seems to be in the forums
*Looks closely at the screen*
Hercules – opps
*Connects to the internet*
Hercules – that’s better. But what’s this? All these people asking for my help?
*After 5 minutes of answering questions Hercules gives up and decides it would be more fun to look through everyone’s belongings*
Hercules – lets have a look in Loki’s desk… What have we here, a security blanket, a rotten bunch of bananas, a set of cocktail sticks, a tin of beans and some German dungeon porn?!
*Hercules slams the draw shut and moves onto Mr. Snuggly’s desk*
Hercules – gin, gin, gin, gin, gin, gin…. Whisky!
* Hercules face lights up*
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Saturday 3am
(After cleaning up the group have decided to take another shot at making porridge. But before they can do anything the presenter interrupts them)
Mystique – hello little sister house! You are live on channel 5 so please try not to swear. Please can everyone please come and sit down in the sofa area.
*Everyone walks over and takes a seat except for Joe king who has been in the girls bedroom for the whole time in the house and Darkus who has just managed to get hold of the zip to his suitcase prison but is still stuck in the doorway*
Mystique – hello little sister house. It’s Mystique here!
*Hybrid values begins to mumble to himself*
Mystique – all week the public have been voting for who should be evicted from the house.
Hybrid values – please be me! please be me!
*Tony stands up*
Tony – wait a sec, we’ve only been here of a day
Mystique – opps sorry, wrong Que card. Um… ah here we are… ok. Here is your first task, you must make a meal for all the house members from things you find n the garden. You have until tea time so hurry.
Hybrid values – what? So I can’t come out and meet you?!
Schroeder – watch out hybrid, she can see your face you know
Hybrid values – aahhhhh!
*Hybrid values puts his hands over his face and begins to run about wildly before running into a wall and knocking himself out*
Mystique – oh yeah, if you complete your task you will get 4 gallons of alcohol and a tub of rice. But if you fail you will have to live of the garden for the next week so get cooking!
*As soon as snuggly hears there is alcohol involved he grabs a butchers knife from the kitchen and runs out into the garden heading for SHEEPY’s pen*
Brad – he seems quite eager
Tony – what do you mean?
Brad – well he left his SR mag on his seat
Tony – so?
Brad – well its 3 o’clock isn’t it
Tony – good point, he’d be in the toilet by now
*Everyone goes off to the kitchen and gets ready except for Brad who picks up the SR mag and goes after Mr. Snuggly*
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Brad come to the diary room
*Brad enters the diary room with the magazine in his hand*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – brad, do you know the rulers about porography?
Brad – yes
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well why have you an SR mag in your hand?
Brad – what this? It’s a games magazine
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s not what we saw Mr. Snuggly doing in the toilet in the early hours of the morning with it!
Brad – oh...
*A hand appears from behind the camera and snatches it away from Brad*
Brad – what? No, no you can’t do that! Snuggs will kill me!
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s nice, no go!
*Brad runs out of the diary room screaming and crawls under the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – *sniff* *sniff* something’s not right!
*Mr. Snuggly runs in from the garden with a now bloody butcher’s knife in his hand and looks at the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – MY SR MAG!!!
Loki – listen Mr. Snuggly, um sir, um… it was Brads fault!
Mr. Snuggly – what was? And where’s my SR mag!
*Brad crawls out from his hiding place*
Brad - they kinda, um, er, to it away...
Mr. Snuggly – you what!
*With that Mr. Snuggly lunges forward at Brad with the butcher’s knife. Brad falls to the floor and soon is lying in a pool of blood*
Loki – ahh you k-k-killed him!
*Hybrid values finally wakes up and stands on his too feet next to Mr. Snuggly*
Hybrid values – hey snuggs, its 3 o’clock isn’t it. Where’s your mag?
Mr. Snuggly – aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
*Mr. Snuggly slashes forward and gives Hybrid the same fate as Brad*
Mr. Snuggly – anyone else? Huh! Anyone want to rub it in?!
*Snuggly walks over to the kitchen. The group step backwards until they have they’re backs are against the wall. Just then Joe King walks out of the girls bedroom*
Joe king – Snugg you haven’t seen my...
Mr. Snuggly – what. SR mag!
Joe King – no, no. I was just asking…
Mr. Snuggly – I know what you were asking!
Joe King – you do?
Mr. Snuggly – yeah, you were rubbing it in weren’t you?!
Joe King – what do you mean?
Mr. Snuggly – you think your real funny don’t you?!
Joe King – well the name would suggest so, but I don’t know what your on about, I mean...
*Mr. Snuggly pulls a razor sharp spatula from an open draw and tosses it at Joe slicing his head clean off his shoulders*
Loki – aahh! Mummy! Stop the kill stop the ki…
*Mr. Snuggly quickly picks up a bread knife and before you know it the knife is jammed into Loki’s chest*
Mr. Snuggly – that shut him up.
Darkus – ay shunggla, I fond wot waz in jour soot case
*Mr. Snuggly turns to see Darkus on the floor with the open suitcase on top of him surrounded by empty bottles of gin, whisky, cider and ethanol*
Mr. Snuggly – m-m-m-m-my alcohol!
Tony - *gulp* Darkus, get up, get up and run.
Mr. Snuggly – shut it Tony! It’s none of your business, just keep out of it
Schroeder – *whisper* shut up Tony, he’s cracked
Mr. Snuggly – that’s it don Tony
Tony – the cameras! Ichsna on the “don”a
Mr. Snuggly – I don’t care about the bloody camera’s anymore! I told you to keep out and not to speak, but did you listen?!
Tony – but I didn’t say anything! That was her!
Mr. Snuggly – fine, you can both die
Tony – thanks a lot Schroeder!
Schroeder – its not my fault blame the... Aahhhh my arm!
*Schroeder pulls out a fruit knife from her arm*
Schroeder – ohh! Crap!
*Schroeder slump into a heap on the floor with a dozen other fruit knife in her body*
Mr. Snuggly – now for you Tony!
Darkus – schnuggs, gat amy nore?
Mr. Snuggly – er!
*Mr. Snuggly walks towards Darkus who is blasted out of his mind. Tony quickly make’s a run for it into the garden and hides behind SHEEPY’s corpse*
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Saturday 6pm
(2 figures in black suits walk in to the house from the diary room)
Grix Thraves – Mother Goose, we have him in our sights, where going in
Turbonutter – lets move out
Mr. Snuggly – who are you? Stay away! I’m WARNING YOU!
*The 2 pull out handguns and point them at Mr. Snuggly*
Grix Thraves – put the fruit knifes down!
Mr. Snuggly – never!
*The 2 agents shoot all they’ve got at Mr. Snuggly. Watching dvds has obviously paid off for him because in a matrix kind of way he dodges all the bullets before back flipping and throwing the fruit knifes right into Turbonutter’s and Grix Thraves’s fore heads*
Mr. Snuggly – bye bye, now where’s my mag?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Mr. Snuggly please come to the diary room
Mr. Snuggly – is my magazine in there?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – um, yes
*Mr. Snuggly walks into the diary room*
Mr. Snuggly – so where is it?
*A large machine gun appears from behind the camera and sprays Mr. Snuggly full of lead*
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Out in the garden
Tony – I guess I’ll have to hire some new staff then. Oh well, at least Hercules is keeping the towers ship shape…
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*Outside of the burning SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is giving a report to a policeman while the fire brigade are trying to put off the flames of the tower which has now be burnt to the ground*
Hercules – I don’t know how It started. I was just sitting in the office sorting through some *cough* files and all of a sudden the fire alarms went off
Policeman – well it seems that the whole of the second floor wall full of bottles of alcohol and fake flammable gap jeans.
Hercules – oh, but how did it start?
Policeman – from what we’ve gathered someone threw a grenade through on of the second floor window.
Hercules – what should I do now?
Policeman - I suggest you go home and get some rest.
* Hercules begins to walk away but then stops*
Hercules – tell me again how you got here so fast?
Policeman – I was walking past
Hercules – oh yeah. And I forgot to ask your name
Policeman – p.c. mark, but my friends call me… Reynolds
The end
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After being busted by the police and shut down by the government, Tony has decided to take his group of cheerful (and mostly depressed) men (and Schroeder) on a group bonding trip.
After much thought, consideration and alcohol he has decided to take the whole SR crew to a new and totally original show on channel 5 called little sister. And so our story continues…
Friday 10pm
(The group has been in the house for over an hour and now and have began to make conversation in the sofa area. However something has come too little sisters attention)
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Darkus and Mr. snuggly please come to the diary room
Loki – what have they done now?
Mr. snuggly - *shrugs* don’t know
*Mr. snuggly and Darkus enter the diary room*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – how many bags were you told to bring into the house?
Mr. snuggly – 2?
Darkus – bags?
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s the problem, you were only suppose to bring 1 bag yet you have 2 and you don’t have one at all!
Mr. Snuggly – what do you want us to do about it
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well its simple, give him one of your bags
Darkus – but I don’t have a bag
Women with a schoolteacher voice – not you!
*A large hand comes from behind the camera and slaps Darkus on the back of the head*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – Mr. Snuggly, you give him one of your bags, ok?
Mr. Snuggly – but miss
*A large hand appears from behind the camera again*
Mr. snuggly – ok, ok!
*The hand sinks back into the darkness and the pair leave*
Mr. Snuggly – come on then, follow me
*They walk into the boys bedroom and snuggly throws a large and very heavy suitcase to Darkus. As he catches it, the weight over whelms him and he falls back into the doorway with the suitcase on top of him.*
Darkus – um, snuggly? Can… you help *cough* me?
*Mr. Snuggly steps over Darkus and makes his way to the sofa area*
Hybrid values – what was that about?
*Mr. Snuggly slumps back onto the sofa next to Schroeder*
Mr. Snuggly – that prat Darkus, didn’t bring a suitcase so I had to give him one of mine!
Loki – tough brake
Tony – where is he now?
Mr. snuggly- on the floor over there
*Everyone looks to see Darkus trying to wriggle from under the suitcase but to no avail*
Tony – makes a good doorstop though
Loki – yeah, but what’s in the bag snuggs?
Mr. Snuggly – don’t know, my mum pack it
Hybrid values – probably just coco and a few sandwiches
*Over at the doorway to the boys bedroom Darkus has had an idea*
Darkus – what if I undo the zip and empty it out?
*Joe king walks in from the girl’s bedroom*
Joe king – what did you say?
Darkus – hay Joe, my mate, could you do me a favor?
Joe king – mate? Mate! I wasn’t your mate back at special reserve towers when you and Brad put my head down the toilet and flushed it!
Darkus – but were not in SR towers now are we?
Joe king – ok, what do you wan………… no!
Darkus – what do you mean no?
Joe king – I mean I’m not going to help you, good bye
*Joe king disappears back into the girls bedroom*
Darkus - damn it
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Saturday 11am
(Everyone is up except Darkus who has been lying on his back all night trying to undo the zip on the suitcase. Tony and Loki are in the kitchen cooking porridge for the group who is out side playing with the livestock.)
Loki – tony, can I ask you something?
Tony – sure, what is it?
*Loki pokes the bubbling porridge with a wooden spoon*
Loki – is porridge ment to rise?
Tony – what?
*Tony looks at the porridge to see it froth up and over flow the saucepan*
Tony – get down!!!
*They dive down onto the floor as the porridge explodes and covers the kitchen area in white gunge. Everyone runs in to see Tony on top of Loki in the kitchen with the walls covered in a strange sticky creamy white gunge*
Schroeder – I’m not going to even ask
Brad – hey man listen, if you’re into that kinda thing, I got a cuisine up north who owns a shop I’m sure you can…
Tony – shut up! All of you! Now, lets just clear up!
*Everyone gets a sponge and begins to wipe down the surfaces. Schroeder grabs a toothbrush and begins to scrub a camera lens*
Schroeder – all these cameras about makes me feel like home, at SR towers. Stryke spying on us at all hours. God I miss home.
Loki – but I thought you said you got your own place and stopped living in the broom cupboard?
Schroeder – um, yeah yes, I , I got my own place ages ago, d-don’t, don’t be silly. I was just saying how I miss the old place that’s all
Tony – well don’t worry about it, I left someone in charge, its fine.
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* SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is sitting on a swivel chair infront of a computer in a small dimly lit office. He is wearing standard special reserve uniform (leotard and black duffel coat) and is wearing a large badge on his chest that reads I am 8 (only with the 8 crossed out and “a staff member” written in with a black marker)*
Hercules – seems quite today, no one seems to be in the forums
*Looks closely at the screen*
Hercules – opps
*Connects to the internet*
Hercules – that’s better. But what’s this? All these people asking for my help?
*After 5 minutes of answering questions Hercules gives up and decides it would be more fun to look through everyone’s belongings*
Hercules – lets have a look in Loki’s desk… What have we here, a security blanket, a rotten bunch of bananas, a set of cocktail sticks, a tin of beans and some German dungeon porn?!
*Hercules slams the draw shut and moves onto Mr. Snuggly’s desk*
Hercules – gin, gin, gin, gin, gin, gin…. Whisky!
* Hercules face lights up*
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Saturday 3am
(After cleaning up the group have decided to take another shot at making porridge. But before they can do anything the presenter interrupts them)
Mystique – hello little sister house! You are live on channel 5 so please try not to swear. Please can everyone please come and sit down in the sofa area.
*Everyone walks over and takes a seat except for Joe king who has been in the girls bedroom for the whole time in the house and Darkus who has just managed to get hold of the zip to his suitcase prison but is still stuck in the doorway*
Mystique – hello little sister house. It’s Mystique here!
*Hybrid values begins to mumble to himself*
Mystique – all week the public have been voting for who should be evicted from the house.
Hybrid values – please be me! please be me!
*Tony stands up*
Tony – wait a sec, we’ve only been here of a day
Mystique – opps sorry, wrong Que card. Um… ah here we are… ok. Here is your first task, you must make a meal for all the house members from things you find n the garden. You have until tea time so hurry.
Hybrid values – what? So I can’t come out and meet you?!
Schroeder – watch out hybrid, she can see your face you know
Hybrid values – aahhhhh!
*Hybrid values puts his hands over his face and begins to run about wildly before running into a wall and knocking himself out*
Mystique – oh yeah, if you complete your task you will get 4 gallons of alcohol and a tub of rice. But if you fail you will have to live of the garden for the next week so get cooking!
*As soon as snuggly hears there is alcohol involved he grabs a butchers knife from the kitchen and runs out into the garden heading for SHEEPY’s pen*
Brad – he seems quite eager
Tony – what do you mean?
Brad – well he left his SR mag on his seat
Tony – so?
Brad – well its 3 o’clock isn’t it
Tony – good point, he’d be in the toilet by now
*Everyone goes off to the kitchen and gets ready except for Brad who picks up the SR mag and goes after Mr. Snuggly*
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Brad come to the diary room
*Brad enters the diary room with the magazine in his hand*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – brad, do you know the rulers about porography?
Brad – yes
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well why have you an SR mag in your hand?
Brad – what this? It’s a games magazine
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s not what we saw Mr. Snuggly doing in the toilet in the early hours of the morning with it!
Brad – oh...
*A hand appears from behind the camera and snatches it away from Brad*
Brad – what? No, no you can’t do that! Snuggs will kill me!
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s nice, no go!
*Brad runs out of the diary room screaming and crawls under the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – *sniff* *sniff* something’s not right!
*Mr. Snuggly runs in from the garden with a now bloody butcher’s knife in his hand and looks at the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – MY SR MAG!!!
Loki – listen Mr. Snuggly, um sir, um… it was Brads fault!
Mr. Snuggly – what was? And where’s my SR mag!
*Brad crawls out from his hiding place*
Brad - they kinda, um, er, to it away...
Mr. Snuggly – you what!
*With that Mr. Snuggly lunges forward at Brad with the butcher’s knife. Brad falls to the floor and soon is lying in a pool of blood*
Loki – ahh you k-k-killed him!
*Hybrid values finally wakes up and stands on his too feet next to Mr. Snuggly*
Hybrid values – hey snuggs, its 3 o’clock isn’t it. Where’s your mag?
Mr. Snuggly – aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
*Mr. Snuggly slashes forward and gives Hybrid the same fate as Brad*
Mr. Snuggly – anyone else? Huh! Anyone want to rub it in?!
*Snuggly walks over to the kitchen. The group step backwards until they have they’re backs are against the wall. Just then Joe King walks out of the girls bedroom*
Joe king – Snugg you haven’t seen my...
Mr. Snuggly – what. SR mag!
Joe King – no, no. I was just asking…
Mr. Snuggly – I know what you were asking!
Joe King – you do?
Mr. Snuggly – yeah, you were rubbing it in weren’t you?!
Joe King – what do you mean?
Mr. Snuggly – you think your real funny don’t you?!
Joe King – well the name would suggest so, but I don’t know what your on about, I mean...
*Mr. Snuggly pulls a razor sharp spatula from an open draw and tosses it at Joe slicing his head clean off his shoulders*
Loki – aahh! Mummy! Stop the kill stop the ki…
*Mr. Snuggly quickly picks up a bread knife and before you know it the knife is jammed into Loki’s chest*
Mr. Snuggly – that shut him up.
Darkus – ay shunggla, I fond wot waz in jour soot case
*Mr. Snuggly turns to see Darkus on the floor with the open suitcase on top of him surrounded by empty bottles of gin, whisky, cider and ethanol*
Mr. Snuggly – m-m-m-m-my alcohol!
Tony - *gulp* Darkus, get up, get up and run.
Mr. Snuggly – shut it Tony! It’s none of your business, just keep out of it
Schroeder – *whisper* shut up Tony, he’s cracked
Mr. Snuggly – that’s it don Tony
Tony – the cameras! Ichsna on the “don”a
Mr. Snuggly – I don’t care about the bloody camera’s anymore! I told you to keep out and not to speak, but did you listen?!
Tony – but I didn’t say anything! That was her!
Mr. Snuggly – fine, you can both die
Tony – thanks a lot Schroeder!
Schroeder – its not my fault blame the... Aahhhh my arm!
*Schroeder pulls out a fruit knife from her arm*
Schroeder – ohh! Crap!
*Schroeder slump into a heap on the floor with a dozen other fruit knife in her body*
Mr. Snuggly – now for you Tony!
Darkus – schnuggs, gat amy nore?
Mr. Snuggly – er!
*Mr. Snuggly walks towards Darkus who is blasted out of his mind. Tony quickly make’s a run for it into the garden and hides behind SHEEPY’s corpse*
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Saturday 6pm
(2 figures in black suits walk in to the house from the diary room)
Grix Thraves – Mother Goose, we have him in our sights, where going in
Turbonutter – lets move out
Mr. Snuggly – who are you? Stay away! I’m WARNING YOU!
*The 2 pull out handguns and point them at Mr. Snuggly*
Grix Thraves – put the fruit knifes down!
Mr. Snuggly – never!
*The 2 agents shoot all they’ve got at Mr. Snuggly. Watching dvds has obviously paid off for him because in a matrix kind of way he dodges all the bullets before back flipping and throwing the fruit knifes right into Turbonutter’s and Grix Thraves’s fore heads*
Mr. Snuggly – bye bye, now where’s my mag?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Mr. Snuggly please come to the diary room
Mr. Snuggly – is my magazine in there?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – um, yes
*Mr. Snuggly walks into the diary room*
Mr. Snuggly – so where is it?
*A large machine gun appears from behind the camera and sprays Mr. Snuggly full of lead*
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Out in the garden
Tony – I guess I’ll have to hire some new staff then. Oh well, at least Hercules is keeping the towers ship shape…
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*Outside of the burning SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is giving a report to a policeman while the fire brigade are trying to put off the flames of the tower which has now be burnt to the ground*
Hercules – I don’t know how It started. I was just sitting in the office sorting through some *cough* files and all of a sudden the fire alarms went off
Policeman – well it seems that the whole of the second floor wall full of bottles of alcohol and fake flammable gap jeans.
Hercules – oh, but how did it start?
Policeman – from what we’ve gathered someone threw a grenade through on of the second floor window.
Hercules – what should I do now?
Policeman - I suggest you go home and get some rest.
* Hercules begins to walk away but then stops*
Hercules – tell me again how you got here so fast?
Policeman – I was walking past
Hercules – oh yeah. And I forgot to ask your name
Policeman – p.c. mark, but my friends call me… Reynolds
The end
After much thought, consideration and alcohol he has decided to take the whole SR crew to a new and totally original show on channel 5 called little sister. And so our story continues…
Friday 10pm
(The group has been in the house for over an hour and now and have began to make conversation in the sofa area. However something has come too little sisters attention)
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Darkus and Mr. snuggly please come to the diary room
Loki – what have they done now?
Mr. snuggly - *shrugs* don’t know
*Mr. snuggly and Darkus enter the diary room*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – how many bags were you told to bring into the house?
Mr. snuggly – 2?
Darkus – bags?
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s the problem, you were only suppose to bring 1 bag yet you have 2 and you don’t have one at all!
Mr. Snuggly – what do you want us to do about it
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well its simple, give him one of your bags
Darkus – but I don’t have a bag
Women with a schoolteacher voice – not you!
*A large hand comes from behind the camera and slaps Darkus on the back of the head*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – Mr. Snuggly, you give him one of your bags, ok?
Mr. Snuggly – but miss
*A large hand appears from behind the camera again*
Mr. snuggly – ok, ok!
*The hand sinks back into the darkness and the pair leave*
Mr. Snuggly – come on then, follow me
*They walk into the boys bedroom and snuggly throws a large and very heavy suitcase to Darkus. As he catches it, the weight over whelms him and he falls back into the doorway with the suitcase on top of him.*
Darkus – um, snuggly? Can… you help *cough* me?
*Mr. Snuggly steps over Darkus and makes his way to the sofa area*
Hybrid values – what was that about?
*Mr. Snuggly slumps back onto the sofa next to Schroeder*
Mr. Snuggly – that prat Darkus, didn’t bring a suitcase so I had to give him one of mine!
Loki – tough brake
Tony – where is he now?
Mr. snuggly- on the floor over there
*Everyone looks to see Darkus trying to wriggle from under the suitcase but to no avail*
Tony – makes a good doorstop though
Loki – yeah, but what’s in the bag snuggs?
Mr. Snuggly – don’t know, my mum pack it
Hybrid values – probably just coco and a few sandwiches
*Over at the doorway to the boys bedroom Darkus has had an idea*
Darkus – what if I undo the zip and empty it out?
*Joe king walks in from the girl’s bedroom*
Joe king – what did you say?
Darkus – hay Joe, my mate, could you do me a favor?
Joe king – mate? Mate! I wasn’t your mate back at special reserve towers when you and Brad put my head down the toilet and flushed it!
Darkus – but were not in SR towers now are we?
Joe king – ok, what do you wan………… no!
Darkus – what do you mean no?
Joe king – I mean I’m not going to help you, good bye
*Joe king disappears back into the girls bedroom*
Darkus - damn it
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Saturday 11am
(Everyone is up except Darkus who has been lying on his back all night trying to undo the zip on the suitcase. Tony and Loki are in the kitchen cooking porridge for the group who is out side playing with the livestock.)
Loki – tony, can I ask you something?
Tony – sure, what is it?
*Loki pokes the bubbling porridge with a wooden spoon*
Loki – is porridge ment to rise?
Tony – what?
*Tony looks at the porridge to see it froth up and over flow the saucepan*
Tony – get down!!!
*They dive down onto the floor as the porridge explodes and covers the kitchen area in white gunge. Everyone runs in to see Tony on top of Loki in the kitchen with the walls covered in a strange sticky creamy white gunge*
Schroeder – I’m not going to even ask
Brad – hey man listen, if you’re into that kinda thing, I got a cuisine up north who owns a shop I’m sure you can…
Tony – shut up! All of you! Now, lets just clear up!
*Everyone gets a sponge and begins to wipe down the surfaces. Schroeder grabs a toothbrush and begins to scrub a camera lens*
Schroeder – all these cameras about makes me feel like home, at SR towers. Stryke spying on us at all hours. God I miss home.
Loki – but I thought you said you got your own place and stopped living in the broom cupboard?
Schroeder – um, yeah yes, I , I got my own place ages ago, d-don’t, don’t be silly. I was just saying how I miss the old place that’s all
Tony – well don’t worry about it, I left someone in charge, its fine.
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* SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is sitting on a swivel chair infront of a computer in a small dimly lit office. He is wearing standard special reserve uniform (leotard and black duffel coat) and is wearing a large badge on his chest that reads I am 8 (only with the 8 crossed out and “a staff member” written in with a black marker)*
Hercules – seems quite today, no one seems to be in the forums
*Looks closely at the screen*
Hercules – opps
*Connects to the internet*
Hercules – that’s better. But what’s this? All these people asking for my help?
*After 5 minutes of answering questions Hercules gives up and decides it would be more fun to look through everyone’s belongings*
Hercules – lets have a look in Loki’s desk… What have we here, a security blanket, a rotten bunch of bananas, a set of cocktail sticks, a tin of beans and some German dungeon porn?!
*Hercules slams the draw shut and moves onto Mr. Snuggly’s desk*
Hercules – gin, gin, gin, gin, gin, gin…. Whisky!
* Hercules face lights up*
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Saturday 3am
(After cleaning up the group have decided to take another shot at making porridge. But before they can do anything the presenter interrupts them)
Mystique – hello little sister house! You are live on channel 5 so please try not to swear. Please can everyone please come and sit down in the sofa area.
*Everyone walks over and takes a seat except for Joe king who has been in the girls bedroom for the whole time in the house and Darkus who has just managed to get hold of the zip to his suitcase prison but is still stuck in the doorway*
Mystique – hello little sister house. It’s Mystique here!
*Hybrid values begins to mumble to himself*
Mystique – all week the public have been voting for who should be evicted from the house.
Hybrid values – please be me! please be me!
*Tony stands up*
Tony – wait a sec, we’ve only been here of a day
Mystique – opps sorry, wrong Que card. Um… ah here we are… ok. Here is your first task, you must make a meal for all the house members from things you find n the garden. You have until tea time so hurry.
Hybrid values – what? So I can’t come out and meet you?!
Schroeder – watch out hybrid, she can see your face you know
Hybrid values – aahhhhh!
*Hybrid values puts his hands over his face and begins to run about wildly before running into a wall and knocking himself out*
Mystique – oh yeah, if you complete your task you will get 4 gallons of alcohol and a tub of rice. But if you fail you will have to live of the garden for the next week so get cooking!
*As soon as snuggly hears there is alcohol involved he grabs a butchers knife from the kitchen and runs out into the garden heading for SHEEPY’s pen*
Brad – he seems quite eager
Tony – what do you mean?
Brad – well he left his SR mag on his seat
Tony – so?
Brad – well its 3 o’clock isn’t it
Tony – good point, he’d be in the toilet by now
*Everyone goes off to the kitchen and gets ready except for Brad who picks up the SR mag and goes after Mr. Snuggly*
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Brad come to the diary room
*Brad enters the diary room with the magazine in his hand*
Women with a schoolteacher voice – brad, do you know the rulers about porography?
Brad – yes
Women with a schoolteacher voice – well why have you an SR mag in your hand?
Brad – what this? It’s a games magazine
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s not what we saw Mr. Snuggly doing in the toilet in the early hours of the morning with it!
Brad – oh...
*A hand appears from behind the camera and snatches it away from Brad*
Brad – what? No, no you can’t do that! Snuggs will kill me!
Women with a schoolteacher voice – that’s nice, no go!
*Brad runs out of the diary room screaming and crawls under the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – *sniff* *sniff* something’s not right!
*Mr. Snuggly runs in from the garden with a now bloody butcher’s knife in his hand and looks at the sofa*
Mr. Snuggly – MY SR MAG!!!
Loki – listen Mr. Snuggly, um sir, um… it was Brads fault!
Mr. Snuggly – what was? And where’s my SR mag!
*Brad crawls out from his hiding place*
Brad - they kinda, um, er, to it away...
Mr. Snuggly – you what!
*With that Mr. Snuggly lunges forward at Brad with the butcher’s knife. Brad falls to the floor and soon is lying in a pool of blood*
Loki – ahh you k-k-killed him!
*Hybrid values finally wakes up and stands on his too feet next to Mr. Snuggly*
Hybrid values – hey snuggs, its 3 o’clock isn’t it. Where’s your mag?
Mr. Snuggly – aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
*Mr. Snuggly slashes forward and gives Hybrid the same fate as Brad*
Mr. Snuggly – anyone else? Huh! Anyone want to rub it in?!
*Snuggly walks over to the kitchen. The group step backwards until they have they’re backs are against the wall. Just then Joe King walks out of the girls bedroom*
Joe king – Snugg you haven’t seen my...
Mr. Snuggly – what. SR mag!
Joe King – no, no. I was just asking…
Mr. Snuggly – I know what you were asking!
Joe King – you do?
Mr. Snuggly – yeah, you were rubbing it in weren’t you?!
Joe King – what do you mean?
Mr. Snuggly – you think your real funny don’t you?!
Joe King – well the name would suggest so, but I don’t know what your on about, I mean...
*Mr. Snuggly pulls a razor sharp spatula from an open draw and tosses it at Joe slicing his head clean off his shoulders*
Loki – aahh! Mummy! Stop the kill stop the ki…
*Mr. Snuggly quickly picks up a bread knife and before you know it the knife is jammed into Loki’s chest*
Mr. Snuggly – that shut him up.
Darkus – ay shunggla, I fond wot waz in jour soot case
*Mr. Snuggly turns to see Darkus on the floor with the open suitcase on top of him surrounded by empty bottles of gin, whisky, cider and ethanol*
Mr. Snuggly – m-m-m-m-my alcohol!
Tony - *gulp* Darkus, get up, get up and run.
Mr. Snuggly – shut it Tony! It’s none of your business, just keep out of it
Schroeder – *whisper* shut up Tony, he’s cracked
Mr. Snuggly – that’s it don Tony
Tony – the cameras! Ichsna on the “don”a
Mr. Snuggly – I don’t care about the bloody camera’s anymore! I told you to keep out and not to speak, but did you listen?!
Tony – but I didn’t say anything! That was her!
Mr. Snuggly – fine, you can both die
Tony – thanks a lot Schroeder!
Schroeder – its not my fault blame the... Aahhhh my arm!
*Schroeder pulls out a fruit knife from her arm*
Schroeder – ohh! Crap!
*Schroeder slump into a heap on the floor with a dozen other fruit knife in her body*
Mr. Snuggly – now for you Tony!
Darkus – schnuggs, gat amy nore?
Mr. Snuggly – er!
*Mr. Snuggly walks towards Darkus who is blasted out of his mind. Tony quickly make’s a run for it into the garden and hides behind SHEEPY’s corpse*
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Saturday 6pm
(2 figures in black suits walk in to the house from the diary room)
Grix Thraves – Mother Goose, we have him in our sights, where going in
Turbonutter – lets move out
Mr. Snuggly – who are you? Stay away! I’m WARNING YOU!
*The 2 pull out handguns and point them at Mr. Snuggly*
Grix Thraves – put the fruit knifes down!
Mr. Snuggly – never!
*The 2 agents shoot all they’ve got at Mr. Snuggly. Watching dvds has obviously paid off for him because in a matrix kind of way he dodges all the bullets before back flipping and throwing the fruit knifes right into Turbonutter’s and Grix Thraves’s fore heads*
Mr. Snuggly – bye bye, now where’s my mag?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – can Mr. Snuggly please come to the diary room
Mr. Snuggly – is my magazine in there?
Little sister’s Scottish talking bloke – um, yes
*Mr. Snuggly walks into the diary room*
Mr. Snuggly – so where is it?
*A large machine gun appears from behind the camera and sprays Mr. Snuggly full of lead*
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Out in the garden
Tony – I guess I’ll have to hire some new staff then. Oh well, at least Hercules is keeping the towers ship shape…
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*Outside of the burning SR Towers, somewhere in England*
*Hercules is giving a report to a policeman while the fire brigade are trying to put off the flames of the tower which has now be burnt to the ground*
Hercules – I don’t know how It started. I was just sitting in the office sorting through some *cough* files and all of a sudden the fire alarms went off
Policeman – well it seems that the whole of the second floor wall full of bottles of alcohol and fake flammable gap jeans.
Hercules – oh, but how did it start?
Policeman – from what we’ve gathered someone threw a grenade through on of the second floor window.
Hercules – what should I do now?
Policeman - I suggest you go home and get some rest.
* Hercules begins to walk away but then stops*
Hercules – tell me again how you got here so fast?
Policeman – I was walking past
Hercules – oh yeah. And I forgot to ask your name
Policeman – p.c. mark, but my friends call me… Reynolds
The end
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