(scene: RRTHUR's car (YES leadies, THAT Rrthur.) Xmastime playfully bantering with the Short Bus, who is in the back seat. RRTHUR gets out of car to go in to grab dinner; all of a sudden Short Bus' tone goes from "playful" to "Mob boss.")
SHORT BUS: Okay Rats. You need to go home.
XMASTIME: What? We're clowning around! (trying to get a 'five')
SHORT BUS: No. Go home.
XMASTIME: But...but we're buddies, right?
SHORT BUS: No, we're not buddies.
XMASTIME: Really? Why not?
SHORT BUS: (a little TOO matter of fact, shrugs) I don't like you.
XMASTIME: But...we're friends!
SHORT BUS: Nope. I don't like you.
XMASTIME: Why? What do you mean?
SHORT BUS: I just don't like you.
(end scene)
This is what it's come to. A three year-old is gonna be what finally sends me to therapy. No dignity.
4 comments:
(holdin back tears) you can replace "short bus" with "rrthur" and relive any day of the last 20 years!
well. thats touching.
Like father, like son!
yes. and have fun helping out tottsy tomorrow without me. maybe 'son" can take my place.
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