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I have been singing this song over & over, again. TheLastDomino did a super job writing these catchy lyrics! There's just so much I love about this song & Mollie.  And I must say that there have so many lovely vocal contributions to this collab; however, THIS....is not one of them. ;) 


 


See, I don't think this song calls for an angelic singing voice. Or a beautiful "wow oh my" voice.  Every other song will have that.  I think this song needs a doll who can sound a little more secondhand if you ask me. She's a little jealous. And bitter.  And she's tired of being secondhand, but yet, she's got that spunk. Why else would she sing? And when you're a little mad at the way society's been treatin' ya, why would you bother to sing perfectly? You wouldn't.  The point is to tell a story. And I think I covered that ground pretty well. As for my vocal talent....well....I'm not winning any awards for it (yet), but I can say I hit the REC button & tried. :-) 


My stems (including only my vocal) are available for download, so by all means, do so & make anything you want of them.      

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A group of seniors are up to no good, when they decide to pull off the ultimate final prank -- spray painting “Skool Sux” all over the Principal’s car. In order to avoid getting caught, one of them decides to slip the “evidence” into another student’s locker. When no one comes forward about the prank, officers show up to conduct a locker search to find the spray paint cans and the ones responsible. And when they find what they’re looking for, they find it in the locker of the one everyone would least suspect -- the Class President. Will the guilty confess? Or will the promising, bright, young student lose everything he worked so hard to achieve and fail to graduate due to expulsion?

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Where can you run, where can you hide
How do you plan to survive the night
Only so many chances to escape with your life
‘Til the daylight shines tomorrow

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Who knows what happens in the midst of night
Who knows when happens when you can’t find the light
Only so many hours for the creatures to crawl
‘Til the sun comes up tomorrow

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Who knows what happens when the darkness arrives
Who knows what happens when we can’t see the light
Only so many hours for the monsters to scare
‘Til the sun comes up tomorrow

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Dear William Montravellers,


I am sorry that I locked you in your grandmother’s cellar back when we were young lads. If I had known at the time you were so afraid of the dark and would wet yourself repeatedly, I would have given you an extra pair of undergarments so the rest of us would not have to had to have smelled your unpleasant, lingering stench.


Suitably Sincerest,


Henry Adam Wood


P.S. I hope you live to outlive the nickname Wee-wee Willy one day. I never imagined it would catch on so quickly nor stick for so long when I first bestowed it upon you.

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There are two kinds of people in this world: those who are crazy and those who are a tad bit crazier.

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Dear Ms. Worthmight,


I regret to inform you that I am dying of a terrible disease. I also regret to inform you that you may have became deathly ill for a semester during my 3rd grade school year because of the cleverly disguised rotten apples I always left upon your desk for my amusement.


 


Suitably Sincerest,



Henry Adam Wood



P.S. I am proud to say I made something of myself. It is a shame you only made worms.

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     No offense to any of the teachers I had in the past, but in Elementary, Jr. High, & High School, my favorite days were always the ones when I walked into the classroom and saw someone else other than the teacher seated behind the big desk. Right away, I knew whatever we had in store for the day would be a more laidback approach compared to our regular scheduled learning.


     Sometimes, we’d be given the teacher’s instructions through the substitute and would have to read a chapter and answer questions with partners. Or we’d be told to work on anything (BOOM -- Extra Study Hall). Or, if we got really lucky, we’d get a full on free day of doing nothing but talking with our friends as long as we’d keep it down (we rarely ever kept it down.)


     I remember many substitute teachers for better or worse, but one in particular stood out because I had him for 6 weeks of the semester. He was pretty much the teacher. We started off watching PG-13 & R-rated movies (cool!), then actually moved onto doing class projects (still cool). In fact, when the official teacher of the class showed up, he was a letdown compared to the substitute. I just felt like I learned more from the stand-in, then the real one.


     Now, not all of my substitute teachers were nice or noteworthy. Some just couldn’t handle us. Many times, my class got written up & punished the next day when the teacher returned. Oh, the lectures we got for those times. But to the person who decides to show up to a classroom & fill in for the person who didn’t show up for work that day, I have to wonder…..Why? What’s the motivation? The money? The experience? Because they think it’ll be easy? Why? Why do it?


There are many ways we could approach this angle, but here are a couple of suggestions:



  • I picture a substitute teacher waking up to his alarm clock way early in the morning. He puts on his finest suit (his only suit) and a smile; this happy guy is ready to start his day. He’s just anticipating seeing all of those eager to learn pupils in hopes he can inspire just one towards achieving greatness. Then….
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    The substitute teacher is at the head of the classroom with no one taking his authority seriously. Students are talking louder and louder. Paper airplanes are flying. It’s chaos!


 



  • We show a substitute teacher at the head of various classrooms, morphing from one to the other. But you can tell each class is different based on his attire (a sombrero for Spanish glass; t-shirt, shorts & whistle for gym class) and the ages of the students (kids to teens to college level). Add to that a well-crafted “Substitute Teacher” theme song playing over the whole thing. Maybe he’s even singing it himself.



But as I said, these are just suggestive ideas. I’d love to hear how others could build off of this angle.


 

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NOTE: This is loosely based on Soup Toaster’s "Truth or Dare: Crafty Parents, Craftier Kids" and saintmaker's "Truth or Dare: Family Night (Truth or Dare Collab)." The setting is the same. The premise is sort of the same, but the dialogue is different. I just thought it’d be more interesting to have the parents hijack the game, and leave the kids just sitting there feeling lost. I went for more odd humor than dark. This script is too long (I know), but I was hoping someone might come along, read it, find what works, & delete what doesn’t to tighten it up (please?). :) In the meantime, let your mind enjoy it. 


 


INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT


Five teenagers-- REBECCA, TYLER, SARA, RYAN, and CINDY--are sitting in a circle. They’re laughing, and goofing off. They stop when they hear FOOTSTEPS coming down the stairs (footsteps should sound really loud and dramatic). Jane, the daughter, groans as MOM and DAD appear. Mom and Dad are dressed up very nicely, since they just returned from a fancy night on the town.


DAD
Hey, kids! What’s going on down here?


REBECCA
Nothing!


TYLER
Just playin’ Truth or Dare?.


REBECCA
(to Tyler)
Shut-up!


DAD
Truth or Dare, huh? Is that the game with all the kissing?


SARA
It can be.
(winks at Rebecca’s dad)


Rebecca elbows SARA.


MOM
Honey, you’re thinking of the one where they spin the bottle and have to kiss whomever it lands on.


DAD
Ohhhh….What’s that game called?


MOM
Spin the Bottle.


DAD
Right, right. I remember now.
(smiles at Mom)


REBECCA
I think I’m gonna throw up.


DAD
So…..
(sits down to squeeze himself in between two of the teens)
…..Who’s my first victim?
(eyes each kid, then lands on RYAN)
Ah, yes! How about it, Bryan?


RYAN
It’s Ryan.


DAD
That’s what I said….So, are you man enough, Ry-an?


RYAN
Take your best shot, Old Man.


ALL KIDS
Ooooooo……..


DAD
Okay, Mister Smarty pants…..Truth or Dare?


RYAN
Dare, no duh.


DAD
I dare you…..to……touch your nose with you tongue like this!
(demonstrates by touching his nose with his tongue)


RYAN
No, that’s dumb!


DAD
What’s wrong, Bryan? Are ya scared?


Kids laugh. Ryan gets nervous. He attempts to touch his nose with his tongue but fails.


DAD
Ha! Loser! Loser!


REBECCA
Dad! Stop it!


DAD
What? It’s all in good fun.


REBECCA
But no one’s having fun!


DAD
Speak for yourself, Rebecca. I’m having a hoot!


MOM
Me, too!
(sits down right beside Rebecca)
My turn! My turn! Who wants to ask me?


REBECCA
No one does!


CINDY
I will, Mrs. Z.


MOM
Thank you, Cindy.


CINDY
Truth or Dare?


MOM
I pick…..Dare!…No, truth!….Wait! Dare!……Okay, I’m not ready! I‘m not ready!……Okay, I pick truth!


CINDY
(thinking)
(mischievously grins)
Mrs. Z, when was the first time you were…..ummm…intimate with a guy?


MOM
Intimate? What do you mean? Like holding hands, going steady? That type of thing?


CINDY
Well, that….and the other thing.


Mom’s eyes widen in shock.


MOM
Cindy Eloise Pulaski!….I’m gonna have a talk with your mother when this is all over!


CINDY
No need. She already knows I’m a bit of a skank….So, what’s your answer?


MOM
No comment, that’s what!


DAD
Oh, dear. It’s just a game. Besides, it’s not like our anniversary is a big mystery.


MOM
(awkwardly laughs)
Right…..Our wedding night…That’s it. That was the first time. 


CINDY
Ha! Liar!


DAD
(to Cindy)
Bite your tongue, young lady! We respect grown-ups in this household.


CINDY
Yeah, well…..Mrs. Z is lyin’ about her first.


DAD
No, she’s not. I should know. I was there. I’m the one who took her flower.
(to Mom)
Go ahead, sweetheart….Tell them how I took it.


REBECCA
Annnnnd….my mouth is now 95% vomit.


Mom remains silent.


DAD
Honey?


MOM
The 60s’ were a crazy time, dear.


DAD
What was his name?


MOM
Young love was in the air.


DAD
What...was....his...name?


MOM
I….I don’t remember. Okay? I don’t remember his name. It could’ve been Bob….or Bill….I just know it started with a ‘B’…..I think.


RYAN
Maybe it was Bryan.


DAD
Shut-up, Ryan!
(to Mom)
So….what? Everything about us is a lie?


MOM
No! Not….everything.


DAD
Well, what else?


MOM
It’s not my turn, dear.


DAD
Well, we’ll just make it your turn. I ask, “Truth or Dare?” you choose “Truth.”…..My mother’s meatloaf.


MOM
(confused on where he’s going with this)
What about it?


DAD
You once claimed it was the best thing you’ve ever tasted, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?


MOM
Uhhh….


DAD
Wasn’t it!?


MOM
Yes! Okay? Yes! Your mother’s meatloaf is dry! It tastes like it was run over by a semi and served! Satisfied?


DAD
Not, yet. But we’re just getting started.
(a beat)
Truth, again for you….Back when we were dating, you said you’d never been to Coney Island, but that was a lie, wasn‘t it?


MOM
Looks like someone needs a nap.


DAD
(shouting)
WASN’T IT!?


MOM
Yes….Yes! I went there every summer when I was a kid!


DAD
Of course you did…..Of course you did.


REBECCA
Dad! Knock it off!


DAD
(to Rebecca)
Sorry, Pumpkin…..It’s time you learned that life isn’t all ice cream flavored candy and unicorns fartin’ rainbows.


CINDY
Yeah, like who’s to say he’s even your real dad?


DAD
(confident)
Yes, I’m her real Dad, Cindy.
(uncertain)
I am her real Dad, right?


MOM
Ummm….


DAD
Oh, c’mon!


REBECCA
Mom? He’s my Dad, right? Say he’s my Dad.


MOM
Well, y’see…not exactly……..You were…..adopted.


BOTH DAD AND REBECCA
What!?


MOM
It’s a cute story, actually.


DAD
Save it! I’m going out for a walk.


Dad stands up and exits.


REBECCA
Dad! Wait up!


Rebecca stands up and runs after him.


MOM
Well…..This was fun.


Kids just stare at each other.


RYAN
(whispers to Tyler)
Strange family.


TYLER
(whispers to Ryan)
You think they’re strange…..You should meet mine.


CINDY
I’d love to hear that cute story, Mrs. Z.


MOM
(sighs)
Oh, what the heck? It all started when I visited the doctor and found out I couldn’t have kids. I didn’t want my husband to know, so then I had to…


SLOWLY FADE OUT AS MOM CONTINUES TALKING


 

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