<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:22:20.355-06:00</updated><category term='Noel'/><category term='Dili'/><category term='B&apos;il'/><category term='Aanül'/><category term='Jenny'/><category term='Tony'/><category term='Dr. Plaid'/><category term='Elphaba'/><category term='Janie'/><category term='Skul'/><category term='Ollie'/><category term='Police Scaner'/><category term='Abby'/><category term='Beetle'/><category term='Rý'/><category term='Gorge'/><category term='Ollie(Narrartion)'/><category term='Rey'/><category term='Rosie'/><category term='Flash'/><category term='Sue'/><category term='Ría'/><category term='Bob'/><category term='Rook'/><category term='Looli'/><category term='Joan'/><category term='Sammy'/><category term='Gracie'/><category term='Tý'/><category term='Drake'/><category term='Fil'/><category term='News'/><category term='Muli'/><category term='Narrator'/><title type='text'>Blue Canary in the Outlet by the Light switch©</title><subtitle type='html'>There is no problem so complex that it can't be solved with DUCT TAPE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-5828460874951344980</id><published>2011-08-11T01:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:56:31.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-5828460874951344980?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5828460874951344980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=5828460874951344980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/5828460874951344980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/5828460874951344980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2011/08/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Wednesday Reess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cery0l2V2U0/TkOD-1SNpHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pEPw7PVYZx0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B8-2-11%2Bat%2B5.29%2BPM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-8738286433528854981</id><published>2009-03-09T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:04:51.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beetle'/><title type='text'>Wandering</title><content type='html'>(Inside City Auditorium 1st floor: People are walking around) (Eventually, OLLIE, ROOK, and JOAN meet up)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: The only part of Drake Oy Trust is 'is visions.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK &amp; JOAN: Well, that's one of us.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Okay, Joan, me and Rook are gonna look around 'ere for a killer, and–&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: When you say "look around" you mean, you'll look around and I'll–&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Make out with some girl in a closet.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK(suddenly exited): Okay!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy really do need help 'ere. Drake said someone's gonna die 'ere.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Then he should've come and found them and we could get them out.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well, Drake's on 'is way.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Good, SO what did you say I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2nd Floor Dark Room: DRAKE is setting up a sniper gun)&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: Isn't this great? (pause) Yeah, he's got no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2nd floor: JOAN is walking around looking at people's purses) (SKUL walks up to her)&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: This really isn't a very effective way to find a potential killer.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Well, I can't think of anything else!&lt;br /&gt;SKUL(to everyone)(holding up her badge): Okay! Gentlemen, empty you pockets, Ladies, turn out your purses. Whoever has the gun, is the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Is this why you're in charge?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Joan, you're in charge.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Yey!&lt;br /&gt;SKUL(sarcastically): That's what I said to.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Really?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL(sarcastically): Yeah, sure. (pulls out her cell phone) Drake? (pause) Yeah. (pause) Get to the Auditorium, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Is he coming?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OLLIE, SKUL, JOAN, and ROOK are standing around BEETLE's body)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'E'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Yeah, pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN &amp; ROOK: IS somebody not telling us stuff?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: We 'aven't been able to kill 'im.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: Why'd you try!?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Long Story.&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Not really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-8738286433528854981?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8738286433528854981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=8738286433528854981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8738286433528854981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8738286433528854981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/wandering.html' title='Wandering'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-6929479929549792624</id><published>2009-02-23T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:38:29.923-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beetle'/><title type='text'>"Special"</title><content type='html'>NARRATOR: No one asks to be special. Some are born special.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY (NARRATION): I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: Some earn specialness. Some have greatness thrust upon them. And some have the misfortune of being mutated into freaks by Jenny. Jenny had made it her goal to Mutate the whole of Blue-Canary-ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gang Hideout: FIL, ROOK, BEETLE, and SUE are standing [in that order] on a stage w/ JENNY and OLLIE in the audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SaNkDWiiMCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rBmqdMAklDA/s1600-h/rhps_072FloorshowStage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SaNkDWiiMCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rBmqdMAklDA/s320/rhps_072FloorshowStage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306194794725388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FIL pulls the pipe out of her head and laughs psychodicly)(JENNY and OLLIE laugh louder)&lt;br /&gt;FIL: I could get used to this!(ROOK falls) (OLLIE laughs, JENNY hits him)&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: Jerk&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy know (BEETLE explodes) (OLLIE, JENNY, FIL, and ROOK laugh, while SUE cries) You need a 'ug?&lt;br /&gt;SUE: A what?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: A "hug," Eh.&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Not from you! (SUE bleeds from her eyes and reveals Vampire Fangs)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Well that didn't work, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office) (OLLIE and JENNY waltz in)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Feeling okay?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy'm not supposed to, am I?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Right, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'Ow many time do we 'ave to kill Beetle?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: I don't know, Eh. He's more immortal than most Vampires. He lived through being poisoned and beaten over the head, Eh. We also Burned him and sucked out his blood. And if he lived through an explosion...&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: We'll keep trying! New methods every time! He can't live through it all!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: That's what we do, now. We kill for the greater good, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Well are good to, Eh. (OLLIE laughs) We're going to make sure he stays dead some time. So you never told me how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE(distorted voice): Fine.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Good. (begins to purr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alley: BEETLE is limping around) *crawling* (BEETLE stomps) *squish* (BEETLE picks something up and puts it in his mouth) *chewing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-6929479929549792624?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6929479929549792624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=6929479929549792624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6929479929549792624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6929479929549792624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/special.html' title='&quot;Special&quot;'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SaNkDWiiMCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rBmqdMAklDA/s72-c/rhps_072FloorshowStage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-4612563948142911862</id><published>2009-02-21T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:12:33.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aanül'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beetle'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>(OLLIE is standing by BEETLE who is tied to a chair)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy'm sorry you 'ave to end like this.&lt;br /&gt;BEETLE: Someone will come for you! I have friends everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: I bought a ticket to Bangkok in your name. And all your Thai friends think you're moving here.&lt;br /&gt;BEETLE: You don't think someone will try to contact me?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: If they do, (pause) Oy don't care. (OLLIE spreads gasoline allover the floor)&lt;br /&gt;BEETLE: Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office: OLLIE is rapidly hitting keys on hit computer) (JENNY walks in)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: What game are you playing now, Eh?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Interactive Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Ooo! Eh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy know! (SUE runs in in tears)&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Ollie!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What?&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Beetle...&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What about 'im?&lt;br /&gt;SUE: He's gone!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well, he was trying-&lt;br /&gt;SUE: No, Ollie, nothing. (SUE gets up and leaves)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Well, It's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy won't take that&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Good&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: If you don't give up she'll say yes, after a while!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well, Oy don't know. She makes it so hard. (SKUL walks in)&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Heeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Why so friendly all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Well... &lt;br /&gt;JENNY: We tried to kill you! Eh!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: (whispering to JENNY): We did kill 'er.&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: I think we should ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You want to ignore being killed?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Shouldn't you be a zombie then, if Janie used the fluids on you?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Yeah. (OLLIE and JENNY exchange puzzled looks) I drained all the blood out of a guy who was dieing in a burning building. He was a vampire. I know because his body was dissolving in the fire. (OLLIE[guilty] and JENNY[mad] look at eachother)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What did you do w/ the body?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: I let it dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Don't worry Jenny it'll be gone then.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(News station [Aanül's Booth: AANÜL is broadcasting)&lt;br /&gt;AANÜL(Indian Accent): Good Morning, Blue-Canary-ville. I am your anchor, Aanül Trusterson. I'm filling in for News and Flash today. (clapping)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-4612563948142911862?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4612563948142911862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=4612563948142911862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4612563948142911862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4612563948142911862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-6949979922775614035</id><published>2009-02-14T17:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:30:28.528-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>(Ollie's Office: An empty box of Chocolate is sitting on the desk) (OLLIE pops up from behind the desk)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well, Oy lived through another Valentine's Day! (SUE walks in) Oy spoke to soon. (OLLIE falls behind the desk again.&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Ollie? (Sets another box of chocolate on OLLIE's desk, and leaves)&lt;br /&gt;(^later: JENNY walks in. (JENNY picks up the box of chocolate, and starts eating it&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Can Oy 'ave some of that?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: No&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Meh&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Meh?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: It means Oy don't care, or I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVfXzL79mVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVfXzL79mVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-6949979922775614035?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6949979922775614035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=6949979922775614035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6949979922775614035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6949979922775614035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-6002334487451138620</id><published>2009-02-05T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:02:35.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>(Prison: OLLIE is sitting alone in a cell)(People put SAMMY into the cell with OLLIE)&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Since when are there co-ed prisons?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^later)&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: You been keeping any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Who is she&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zECCO_SKQrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zECCO_SKQrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^later)(People take Sammy out)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy feel lonley now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-6002334487451138620?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6002334487451138620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=6002334487451138620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6002334487451138620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6002334487451138620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-5488874615005589406</id><published>2009-01-27T17:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:54:46.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rý'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tý'/><title type='text'>Dead?</title><content type='html'>(Tony's Office: TONY is surrounded by a bunch of green bottles, and one purple one in his hand)(ABBY walks in)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: You've been a bad boy. *laugh* Well you finished off with my bottle. (Looks around) And you left your stash open. (Goes over a wine cabinet and takes the remaining bottles) Goodbye. (TONY pulls a gun)&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Why is the rum gone? (FLASH breaks into the room, and hits ABBY to the floor)&lt;br /&gt;FLASH: Well. I'm taking your stash. (TONY shoots FLASH, w/out a reaction from FLASH; FLASH takes the wine and leaves)&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Ollie! Flash took my wine and Abby's knocked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haynes Casino)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE, AUDIENCE, JENNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mij1ZAuuujE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mij1ZAuuujE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^later: TÝ, RÝ, JENNY, &amp;amp; OLLIE are sitting around a table)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: I'm glad we're all (drinks a shot) together.&lt;br /&gt;TÝ: This is the beginning of a semi-beautiful friendship! Don'tcha know?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy thought that about Ría, but Beetle's alive.&lt;br /&gt;RÝ: What?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Nothing, He's just sad about a failed murder attempt, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;TÝ: Well it's nothing to fret over, don'tchaknow? As long as you won't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^later: Only OLLIE % JENNY are left at the table)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: There's gonna be a heck of a lot of zombies, allover town.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy know. It's your darn fault!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Mine!?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Yes, you made the potion that Abby, Skul, and Beetle used!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: But I didn't give it to them!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Janie used it on Skul. Abby stole some and used it on 'er and Beetle!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: I try not to mess up this much, eh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well, The worst part about the Beetle being back alive is, he's gonna kill Sue and use 'er blood to make himself human again. That was his plan all along!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: He's been dating Sue before—&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: He was going to use her blood, because he's a Vampire!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: We haven't seen that infestation in quite a while, Drake probably knows something about it.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: He refused to tell me anything. All Oy know is beetle's gonna kill Sue.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Wouldn't Sue notice he looks like a Zombie? or has the potions effects not completed? (OLLIE nods) Well, we need to do something about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-5488874615005589406?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5488874615005589406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=5488874615005589406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/5488874615005589406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/5488874615005589406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonys-office-tony-is-surrounded-by.html' title='Dead?'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-8357156131835094618</id><published>2009-01-24T11:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:39:16.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beetle'/><title type='text'>Beetle</title><content type='html'>(OLLIE &amp; RÍA are laying in opposite directions on a wooden floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4eLSC8Tcss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4eLSC8Tcss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY(Narration): As it turns pout Ollie, we don't have to Kill Ría, just as long as you befriend her! And I believe you have a mutual enemy you can bond while killing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office: OLLIE is sleeping)*knock, knock, knock*(SUE and BEETLE walk in)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: One week prior&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Hey Ollie.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What? Oy was sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Ollie, this is my boyfriend, Beetle, he flew in from Transylvania–&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: but not Transylvania, right? Transylvania Street!&lt;br /&gt;BEETLE: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Same as opening scene: OLLIE and BEETLE are sitting with a purple bottle of wine in front of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ahx9ckqIw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ahx9ckqIw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the end of the song OLLIE has killed BEETLE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-8357156131835094618?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8357156131835094618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=8357156131835094618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8357156131835094618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8357156131835094618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ollie-ra-are-laying-in-opposite.html' title='Beetle'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-8153857025416662409</id><published>2009-01-20T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:32:40.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rý'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tý'/><title type='text'>Wolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Ollie's Office: SKUL is sitting in OLLIE's chair, ABBY and DRAKE is hovering over her)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: You're in this with us now. We let you have the police station. Don't worry, it's still your dream job. Drake will just be checking up on you now and then.&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Are you sure? I wanted to be a police chief so that somewhere there will be some justice!&lt;/div&gt;ABBY: So don't mess this up. This city will have your justice, not the states justice. Don't you like that?DRAKE: I'll be here every other month, you won't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SKUL: You're coming in secret?&lt;/div&gt;DRAKE: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Gang hideout: JENNY [holding two needles], RÝ, and TÝ are standing over FLASH [tied to a table, shaking])&lt;/div&gt;JENNY: It's hard to believe that you of all people are afraid of needles. (JENNY individually puts the needles into FLASH and then takes them out) (JOAN walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOAN: I don't know why I support your sick humor, but if it makes you happy...&lt;/div&gt;JENNY: I'm just a terrible person, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOAN: How'd you get Rý out of "maximum security"&lt;/div&gt;JENNY: Ollie made a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOAN: Whatever, what are you doing to Flash?&lt;/div&gt;JENNY: At multiple points during the past year and a half, I've collected a Werewolf's blood, and Drake's blood. We're creating a Lycan&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: That's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-8153857025416662409?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8153857025416662409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=8153857025416662409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8153857025416662409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8153857025416662409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/wolve.html' title='Wolve'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-794911668713191415</id><published>2009-01-05T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:46:08.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Jenny</title><content type='html'>(Ollie's Office: OLLIE is standing above a bleeding SKUL, OLLIE is wiping his hands on a towel) (OLLIE leaves)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: One hour later. (ABBY and DRAKE drop through the roof) (ABBY kneels beside SKUL)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Well, You're going to need surgery. (DRAKE picks up SKUL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gang hideout: JANIE is sleeping) (ABBY and DRAKE[holding SKUL] rush in)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Janie!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: What!? Eh!?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Dr. Skul E. Muller, she's dieing, where's Jenny?&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: She's gone, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: She was supposed to be out of jail a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: I can try to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gang hideout[later]: JANIE is sleeping)(OLLIE[carrying a red, green, and white cane] walks in)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Good night (Beats JANIE over the head several time with the cane. After a while, blood is everywhere) (JENNY clings to OLLIE)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: How do you like the hunger?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You gave it to me! It felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Now that she's out of the way, only Ría stands in our way of getting back together with the Minnesotans, then &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; will be the most powerful people in the state.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: I don't care, we'll be ritch. We'll be... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWAkR6Xa6pM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWAkR6Xa6pM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-794911668713191415?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/794911668713191415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=794911668713191415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/794911668713191415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/794911668713191415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ollies-office-ollie-is-standing-above.html' title='Jenny'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-5035971818796596746</id><published>2008-12-30T22:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:48:58.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><title type='text'>Detained</title><content type='html'>(People [including OLLIE, JENNY, and SKUL] are passing a street corner) (OLLIE, and JENNY trade off packages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cort: SKUL is sitting in the audience, OLLIE and JENNY are sitting in the plaintiff spot, a judge is siting in the Judge spot)&lt;br /&gt;judge: Ollie is suspended from police duties for two weeks, one of witch he will serve in prison, then he will resume his position. and Jenny will serve community service by acting as a police officer for a month, after witch-&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Of course&lt;br /&gt;judge: -She will have the option of keeping the job, and being paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Is that really a punishment?&lt;br /&gt;judge: Are you complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: Two weeks later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: Four weeks later.(OLLIE and JENNY walk in and sit down at the computer, then laugh maniacally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-5035971818796596746?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5035971818796596746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=5035971818796596746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/5035971818796596746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/5035971818796596746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/detained.html' title='Detained'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-1576033514079647289</id><published>2008-12-24T12:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:51:40.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>(Ollie's Office: OLLIE is reclining, The Office is decorated w/ an Aluminum pole, and Red and Green banners along the walls)(SKUL walks in)&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Happy Hanukkah! (OLLIE throws a silver Christmas ornimant at her and she leaves)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE(angrily): 'Appy Festivus!&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: What?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Look it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beach: SAMMY is life guarding)(OLLIE walks up w/ a fruit cake)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'Appy Festivus!&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: You mean Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE(angrily): Look it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gang hideout: JENNY and JANIE are dancing around a sombrero, drunk) (OLLIE walks up w/ a fruit cake)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'Appy Festivus!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: What? Eh? (JANIE falls over)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE(angrily): Look it up!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Happy *hick* Boxing Day! (shakes around on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tony's shooting range: TONY and OLLIE are dancing around a sombrero, drunk)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: And for lack of an Indian winter Holiday Tony celibrated Festivus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sue's apartment: SUE is sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: Sue spent the night sleeping, in the apartment she gained with her newfound vamparic abilities.&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Thanks, Drake! *DRAKE laughing*&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: Aren't you glad we got rid of GRACIE?&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Who? (ABBY walks in)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Oh look, It's Sue. (DRAKE walks in)&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: The only thing that could make this better would be Sammy!&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Really? Get over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o16uVon2NRQ"&gt;The "Embeding dissabled by request" thing is just annoying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FIL rolls in a piano)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY:I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay &lt;br /&gt;Ain't it sad &lt;br /&gt;And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me &lt;br /&gt;That's too bad &lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I have a plan &lt;br /&gt;If I got me a wealthy man &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball &lt;br /&gt;DRAKE, SUE, and ABBY: Money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;Must be funny &lt;br /&gt;In the rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;Always sunny &lt;br /&gt;In the rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;Aha-ahaaa &lt;br /&gt;All the things I could do &lt;br /&gt;If I had a little money &lt;br /&gt;It's a rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;ABBY:A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind &lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:Ain't it sad &lt;br /&gt;ABBY:And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me &lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:That's too bad &lt;br /&gt;ABBY:So I must leave, I'll have to go &lt;br /&gt;To Las Vegas or Monaco &lt;br /&gt;And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same &lt;br /&gt;DRAKE, SUE, and ABBY: Money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;Must be funny &lt;br /&gt;In the rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;Always sunny &lt;br /&gt;In the rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;SUE:Aha-ahaaa &lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:All the things I could do &lt;br /&gt;If I had a little money &lt;br /&gt;It's a rich man's world&lt;br /&gt;ALL:Money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;Must be funny &lt;br /&gt;In the rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money &lt;br /&gt;Always sunny &lt;br /&gt;In the rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;SUE: Aha-ahaaa &lt;br /&gt;ABBY:All the things I could do &lt;br /&gt;If I had a little money &lt;br /&gt;It's a rich man's world &lt;br /&gt;It's a rich man's world&lt;br /&gt;(ABBY, DRAKE, and SUE start to leave)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Next time I'll kill you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-1576033514079647289?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1576033514079647289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=1576033514079647289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/1576033514079647289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/1576033514079647289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-2033060804762407915</id><published>2008-12-12T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:57:47.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Plaid'/><title type='text'>Protection</title><content type='html'>(Ollie's Office: Ollie is reading a letter)&lt;br /&gt;PLAID(Narration): Dear Ollie, a friend of mine isn't safe here in Bangkok. I'm sending her to stay with you. Doctor Plaid. (SUE walks in making some sort of pose)&lt;br /&gt;SUE: I guess you're Ollie. (holds out her hand) I'm Sue&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'Ello.&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Nice accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cell: ABBY strapped a metal bed)(SUE walks in)&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY(thinking): Um... Joan.&lt;br /&gt;SUE(Unstrapping ABBY): Oh Ollie told me about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKY0RejvuoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKY0RejvuoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ABBY kicks SUE to the floor with an electrical shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Stupid Sue.&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Abby?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Nah you think!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hospital: SUE is laying on a bed, OLLIE and REY are standing over her)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You are way to hard to protect (SUE laughs)&lt;br /&gt;REY: You'll be fine, just don't ever sing with Abby again.&lt;br /&gt;SUE: She's the reason I can't be in Bangkok, Abby sent a hit-woman, Ría, after-&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Ría!?&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: We'd put 'er in solitary confinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cell: a doll like RÍA is sitting in the corner when OLLIE and SUE run in)(OLLIE picks a note off the doll)&lt;br /&gt;RÍA: *Psychotic laugh* (The door shuts)&lt;br /&gt;SUE: Hey isn't Ria laugh in Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Si.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-2033060804762407915?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2033060804762407915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=2033060804762407915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/2033060804762407915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/2033060804762407915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/protection.html' title='Protection'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-7231760820627332928</id><published>2008-11-10T21:29:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:59:04.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B&apos;il'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rý'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tý'/><title type='text'>Full</title><content type='html'>(Interrogation room: FIL is sitting at a table)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: 2 years ago. (B'IL walks in)&lt;br /&gt;B'IL: Ms. Ipjhonnybob, all your papers are going through. But I'm srry we'll have to keep you here untill your United States Citizenship is finalized.&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Okay, Eh. Thank you Mr...?&lt;br /&gt;B'IL: B'il Ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;FIL: I'll be shure to wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cell: JENNY is sitting)(Police Officers bring FIL in)&lt;br /&gt;FIL: I'm your new inmate, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You another Canadian, Eh?&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: I've got a friend for you to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jail Cafeteria: JANIE is getting food)(JENNY &amp;amp; FIL walk up to her)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Hey, Janie!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: No, Jenny! No more killing, No more violence! Eh!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: I just wanted to introduce you to my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Hi, I'm Fil. (JANIE stares at FIL)&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: You don't look like the type of Canadian we want (pause) -ed. Eh. (JENNY smiles)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You can't give up the blood lust. We have to organize now. Eh&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE(sadly): I'll rally Rý and the Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back Alley: RÝ is laying in a corner, FIL is standing over her w/ a switchblade)&lt;br /&gt;TÝ(Narration)(Minnesota accent): Terrible people, don'tcha know! My sister, Rý tried to get evolved, but they wouldn't let her in, because she's from Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;FIL: So Rý, you aren't Canadian?&lt;br /&gt;RÝ(Minnesota accent): Duh!&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Leave, don't come back.&lt;br /&gt;RÝ: Why?&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Because there was a time when we were friends. I won't kill you like I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haynes Casino: TÝ &amp;amp; OLLIE are singing)&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: Present day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGzpzJ4fzGY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGzpzJ4fzGY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ABBY walks in during the song)&lt;br /&gt;(ABBY shoots TÝ w/ electricity)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Come on Ollie, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Snapping (OLLIE snaps twice)(SKUL spills a bucket of water on ABBY)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Agh! (ABBY falls over)(SKUL handcuffs ABBY)&lt;br /&gt;SKUL(showing everybody her badge): It's okay, I'm a police officer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-7231760820627332928?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7231760820627332928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=7231760820627332928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/7231760820627332928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/7231760820627332928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/full.html' title='Full'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-8463907756933912745</id><published>2008-10-04T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:35:17.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Ours</title><content type='html'>NARRATOR: now the conclusion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Inside Burning Hospital: JENNY is carrying ABBY through the halls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: JANIE will fix you, don't you fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interrogation Room: ROOK and OLLIE are interrogating JANIE)&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: I'd love to let you walk but my partner hear might feel differently.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shaking head)&lt;/span&gt;: I won't tell you anything!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Janie, you make me sick! I will lock you up forever! I will resort to Chinese Water torture!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: I won't squeal! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(OLLIE slaps JANIE and she starts to bleed)&lt;/span&gt; Eh.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: Do you want a band-aid?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Gang hideout: ABBY [w/ an IV and a metal glove] is lying on a table) (JENNY walks in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: Abigail "Abby" Normal is just like Ollie except she has more of a filter, making her more popular. Ollie still hates her&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Hello Abby. How are you doing? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: What have you done to me? I was fine before you kidnapped me!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You were dieing on a hospital bed. Now you're all better. You're going to live.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: What did you do to me?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Your blood was transfused with mercury. You needed metal for blood.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: So you picked a poison!?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: It's the only liquid metal.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Why aren't I dead?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Your "blood" is neutralizing the effect of Janie's bullet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unstraps ABBY)&lt;/span&gt; I need you to be strong. Get Janie out of Prison, and will will help you use your new abilities.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sitting up)&lt;/span&gt;: What are you- ? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(electricity comes out of ABBY's glove)&lt;/span&gt; Aghh!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You'll get used to it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ABBY grabs JENNY's trough, and ectricity comes out of ABBY's glove)&lt;/span&gt; Eh?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: What.  have. you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(screaming&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Done to me!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (electricity comes out of ABBY's glove)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Maybe you don't need any help. Eh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(electricity comes out of ABBY's glove)&lt;/span&gt; Eh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(electricity comes out of ABBY's glove) (ABBY lets go and JENNY falls)&lt;/span&gt; ABBY: Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ollie's Office: ABBY [w/ watch batteries tapped to her fingers] is sitting in OLLIE's chair facing away from the window)(OLLIE walks in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Abby?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Yes Ollie, it's me I just wanted to see you.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You've been missing for two days.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: I knew where I was! *sigh* I'm going to live. No thanks to you! And now I'm going to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(stands up and puts her hand on the window) *electric noises* (window explodes)&lt;/span&gt; Goodbye! (jumps out) (OLLIE runs up to the window and looks down) *crunch* OLLIE: Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Abby's Apartment: ABBY is sitting on the telephone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Yeah, he thinks I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-8463907756933912745?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8463907756933912745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=8463907756933912745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8463907756933912745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8463907756933912745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/ours.html' title='Ours'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-1123202358073719843</id><published>2008-10-03T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:51:46.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police Scaner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>3(Hospital: REY, SAMMY, and OLLIE are rushing ABBY through the halls)&lt;br /&gt;REY: What happened!?&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Abby was shot!&lt;br /&gt;REY: By who?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ICU: Someone is sitting in a hospital bed)(JANIE sits up and laughs maniacally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hallway: JANIE is walking, looking)&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Ollie!?(a shot hits JANIE in the back)(REY walks over and takes the shot out of JANIE's back)&lt;br /&gt;REY: How'd you get in here Janie? *gunshot*(REY falls over)*heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office: OLLIE, and ROOK are listening to the POLICE SCANNER)&lt;br /&gt;POLICE SCANNER: The walls are lined with asbestos!&lt;br /&gt;ROOK(high pitched voice): What's that all about?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: The hospital's burning down.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: How'd you know?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: It's  code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outside Bank)(OLLIE &amp;amp; ROOK drive up in Ollie's car)&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: Why are we here?(JOAN runs into the car)&lt;br /&gt;JOAN(to ROOK): Short people-.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: -and Ollie!&lt;br /&gt;JOAN -are awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outside Hospital: the building is burning) (Ollie's car drives up) (OLLIE, ROOK, and JOAN get out)(KARLA walks out of the hospital carrying REY and JANIE)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Why'd she have to get Janie?&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Good job on that subtlety!&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: What?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Typical rookie.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: Because my name is Rook?&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Because you're a rookie officer.&lt;br /&gt;KARLA(taking her helmet off): Hey, Joan.&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Where were you when the bank was set on fire!?&lt;br /&gt;KARLA: Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;ROOK: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: This is an A B C conversation C your way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;KARLA: You said C twice.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You're the first C!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-1123202358073719843?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1123202358073719843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=1123202358073719843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/1123202358073719843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/1123202358073719843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/mine.html' title='Mine'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-7222064320489302108</id><published>2008-09-30T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:53:01.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie(Narrartion)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Outside Police Station: ABBY is being interviewed)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: I have single-handedly saved this city several times! That is enough reason why you should vote Abigail Normal for Mayor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TV Studio: NEWS &amp;amp; FLASH are sitting)&lt;br /&gt;NEWS(depressed) &amp;amp; FLASH (hyper): We'll be back at five with bomb carrier cats, and the Bluecanaryville Mayor elections. Now let's go to Muli with the weather.&lt;br /&gt;MULI: Texas&lt;br /&gt;DIVI: Okay that's great! Everybody take five!(OLLIE runs in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OLLIE: Abigail's running for mayor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS&amp;amp;FLASH: Ew&lt;br /&gt;MULI: Texas&lt;br /&gt;DILI: The weather segment is over!&lt;br /&gt;NEWS&amp;amp;FLASH: You need to higher a hit-man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dark empty room with window: JANIE is about to shoot something)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE(Narration): Someone's walking in the door!*gunshot*&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR: To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-7222064320489302108?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7222064320489302108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=7222064320489302108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/7222064320489302108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/7222064320489302108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/yours.html' title='Yours'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-4460435261747026305</id><published>2008-09-19T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:52:12.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rý'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tý'/><title type='text'>Accents</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Outside mob hideout) (FIL[w/ a Pole driven through her head and a helmet] drives up on a motorcycle)(FIL looks around)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Police Briefing room: OLLIE, ABBY, and TONY are sitting)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: -and that's why I tasered a ten year old!&lt;em&gt;(Awkward pause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well we need an inside man in the Canadian mob&lt;br /&gt;TONY(Indian accent): Do we have any officers they don't know?(ABBY/OLLIE look at TONY) Why are you two looking at me like that? Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jenny's Bar: FIL/JANIE is bar tending)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE&lt;em&gt;(Narration)&lt;/em&gt;: Tony &lt;em&gt;(Tony[w/ fake mustache] walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TONY&lt;em&gt;(Canadian accent)&lt;/em&gt;: Janie, Eh?&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Yeah. Wotcha want?&lt;br /&gt;TONY: I'm Jackson. Eh. I'm lookin' for you.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Get in line, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;TONY: I just wanna see if you've got my package. Eh&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: You're that V.I.P. client Jenny was talking about&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE&lt;em&gt;(Narration)&lt;/em&gt;: But, What happens when the real Jackson shows up?&lt;br /&gt;TONY: I've got an assassin after me and I need some protection.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: I'll see if Fil can guard your house-.&lt;br /&gt;TONY: No I need to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: The bar isn't very safe. We've already got people trying to burn this place down. Eh&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Then you and this Fil will stay with me. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Okay, but, eh, I don't trust you, eh.&lt;br /&gt;TONY: What? &lt;em&gt;(Pause)&lt;/em&gt; Eh.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: I'll get Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(JENNY walks in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Hell Mr. Jackson. Eh. &lt;em&gt;(they shake hands)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Yes. Eh. So this is your bar, eh?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: It wasn't always so amazing, Eh. &lt;em&gt;(RÍA walks in)&lt;/em&gt; Ría, how dare you show your face in my bar!?&lt;br /&gt;RÍA &lt;em&gt;(Canadian accent)&lt;/em&gt;: I hear you want me dead, eh?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You'd hared right. Now get out, eh. &lt;em&gt;(RÍA she doesn't) (TONY throws a chair at the wall) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Are you deaf, eh? She said get out! &lt;em&gt;(Pause)&lt;/em&gt; Eh!&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Eh!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(JENNY pins RÍA down w/ a chair) (The crowd erupts in a bar fight)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You, eh, messed, eh, with the wrong mob, Ría. &lt;em&gt;(the wall blows up creating a hole) (FIL walks in) (Everyone stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;FIL &lt;em&gt;(to TONY)&lt;/em&gt;: Hello, Jackson, or Tony since you are a police officer. &lt;em&gt;(Rips off the fake mustache)&lt;/em&gt; You're busted. &lt;em&gt;(LOOLI walks in w/ a swat team)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: Oy want everybody in this room arrested except for Tony.&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;em&gt;(Indian accent)&lt;/em&gt;: just in-&lt;br /&gt;FIL &lt;em&gt;(Picking up a gun to TONY's head)&lt;/em&gt;: Okay nobody move! &lt;em&gt;(to JANIE&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; You!, come with me. &lt;em&gt;(FIL[w/ gun], JANIE[casually], and TONY[scared] walk out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI &lt;em&gt;(to one of the swat people)&lt;/em&gt;: Isn't it your job to make sure that doesn't 'appen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gang cell: TONY is tied to a chair)(FIL and JANIE[cracking knuckles] walk in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;FIL: Now tell us everything you know about Police intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;TONY: You aught to know, Fil. It was your job to design weapons.&lt;br /&gt;FIL: Well you got me fired! &lt;em&gt;(Pause) (to JANIE&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; Kill him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hanes' Cacino)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RÝ and TÝ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYZbgG4D2oA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYZbgG4D2oA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(^Later: OLLIE is siting at a table w/ TÝ)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What can you tell me about the Canadian mob?&lt;br /&gt;TÝ (Minnesota accent): Terrible people, don'tcha know! My sister, Rý tried to get envolved, but they wouldn't let her in, because she's from Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What 'appened after that?&lt;br /&gt;TÝ: Fil was mad, so she queet and so I'm told she's got a pole stuck through her head!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: So Fil and Rý are still freinds?&lt;br /&gt;T Ý: Well I'm supposed to tell you, but Fil was in here the other day with a Canadian and an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: That's perrfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Backstage: OLLIE is looking around)(RÝ walks up) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RÝ&lt;em&gt; (Minnesota accent)&lt;/em&gt;: What are ya doin' back here?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You helped Fil and Janie kidnap Tony and I'm gonna prove it!&lt;br /&gt;RÝ: Okay. &lt;em&gt;(leaves) (OLLIE steps on a floorboard that opens a trap door) (OLLIE goes in)(RÝ fallows him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gang cell: TONY is tied to a chair) (OLLIE walks in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Hey Ollie. &lt;em&gt;(Pause)&lt;/em&gt; You should move &lt;em&gt;(FIL ambushes OLLIE) (RÝ walks down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;FIL: You said nobody'd be down here!&lt;br /&gt;RÝ: It's my sister's fault, she let him search the place. &lt;em&gt;(FIL ties up OLLIE and leaves w/ RÝ) (OLLIE gets out a knife and cuts TONY out of the ropes) (TONY does the same) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Nice workin' with ya! &lt;em&gt;(They run out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Backstage: OLLIE and TONY are standing around, FIL, RÝ, and JANIE are handcuffed) (TÝ walks in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÝ: What are you doin'!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Your sister had my freind tied up in your basement&lt;br /&gt;TÝ: But me and Rý have to be on in five minnites! &lt;em&gt;(OLLIE and TONY look at eachother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TONY: No!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cacino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE/TONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YhTKiFEMAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YhTKiFEMAg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-4460435261747026305?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4460435261747026305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=4460435261747026305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4460435261747026305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4460435261747026305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/accents.html' title='Accents'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-8426324139241819890</id><published>2008-09-12T21:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:23:07.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Brainwashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Mob hideout: JANIE is hypnotising OLLIE[strapped to a chair])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Do you have a name, Eh?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE&lt;em&gt;(no accent)&lt;/em&gt;: What? *phone rings*(JANIE gets it)&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: Hello, Eh? Ollie's busy right now. (Pause) Okay (Pause) Yeah, Bye Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bank: JOAN is behind the counter)(JENNY[w/ big fur coat] and the mob[holding guns] walk in)&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Hello, everybody! Eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outside of Bank: ABBY[cell phone] and TONY are waiting w/ the swat team)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: What!? (Pause)(Bank blows up/ Catches fire) We need him. (Puse) Aghhh! (hangs up) (to TONY:) Go downtown and activate Ollie's tracking device!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gang hide out: Same, JANIE and FIL are fighting)&lt;br /&gt;FIL(Canadian accent): Eh! You said you'd get rid of him!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: I did, Eh! He doesn't even know who he is! (FIL cocks a gun)&lt;br /&gt;FIL: The he'll die in ignorance, Eh. (TONY comes in shooting a shoutgun at FIL[getting shot in the head] and JANIE)&lt;br /&gt;TONY: It's Tony, you -&lt;a href="http://labrooks.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/old-blank-tv-screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://labrooks.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/old-blank-tv-screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Looli's lab: LOOLI is sitting, tinkering w/ somthing)(TONY comes in carring OLLIE)&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: What 'appened?&lt;br /&gt;TONY: He's been brainwashed!&lt;br /&gt;(^Later)(OLLIE wakes up)&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: Oh thank goodness you're awake!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Looli? Tony?&lt;br /&gt;TONY: I'm here!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: It was Fil.&lt;br /&gt;TONY: With an "F"?(OLLIE nods)&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: Why?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy don't know. JANIE was there to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outside bank [putting out fire])(OLLIE, TONY, and LOOLI walk up)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Vell you three are alot of help!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: The bank blew-up. The Canadian Mob got avay vith most of zee money.(REY is coming by w/ JOAN on a portable hospital bed)&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Ollie!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Joan?&lt;br /&gt;JOAN: Your police department is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: We try.&lt;br /&gt;REY: I hate all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-8426324139241819890?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8426324139241819890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=8426324139241819890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8426324139241819890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8426324139241819890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/brainwashed.html' title='Brainwashed'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-4945001950159640561</id><published>2008-09-11T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:25:55.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Plaid'/><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Ollie's Office)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51H_IPr5xNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51H_IPr5xNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:La donna è mobile&lt;br /&gt;Qual piuma al vento,&lt;br /&gt;Muta d'accento — e di pensiero.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre un amabile,&lt;br /&gt;Leggiadro viso,&lt;br /&gt;In pianto o in riso, — è menzognero.&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;La donna è mobil&lt;br /&gt;qual piuma al vento&lt;br /&gt;Muta d'accento e di pensier!&lt;br /&gt;e di pensier!&lt;br /&gt;e di pensier!&lt;br /&gt;È sempre misero&lt;br /&gt;Chi a lei s'affida,&lt;br /&gt;Chi le confida — mal cauto il cuore!&lt;br /&gt;Pur mai non sentesi&lt;br /&gt;Felice appieno&lt;br /&gt;Chi su quel seno — non liba amore!&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;La donna è mobil&lt;br /&gt;qual piuma al vento,&lt;br /&gt;Muta d'accento e di pensier!&lt;br /&gt;e di pensier!&lt;br /&gt;e di pensier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(DRAKE walks in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: I didn't know you spoke french, &lt;em&gt;(OLLIE shakes his head)&lt;/em&gt; Greek?... Japanese?...&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: *&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;*Italian.&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Why are you 'ere.&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: I had a vision! &lt;em&gt;(OLLIE picks up a wooden crucifix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Get out of my Office!&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: No, really. Put that thing away.&lt;em&gt; (OLLIE does)&lt;/em&gt; By Five o' clock this evening there will be five thousand zombies in Texas alone.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Do you know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: No!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Get Skul.Do you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: No!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: We're going to Bangkok. Do you know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: No!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: We get to sing a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bangkok: OLLIE, and DRAKE are 'Slow walking')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0y-4I1JHJIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0y-4I1JHJIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Bangkok, Oriental setting&lt;br /&gt;And the city don't know that the city is getting&lt;br /&gt;The creme de la creme of the chess world in a&lt;br /&gt;Show with everything but Yul Brynner&lt;br /&gt;Time flies -- doesn't seem a minute&lt;br /&gt;Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it&lt;br /&gt;All change -- don't you know that when you&lt;br /&gt;Play at this level there's no ordinary venue&lt;br /&gt;It's Iceland --&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:or the Philippines -- or Hastings -- or -- or this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH:One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster&lt;br /&gt;The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a god in every golden cloister&lt;br /&gt;And if you're lucky then the god's a she&lt;br /&gt;I can feel an angel sliding up to me&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:One town's very like another&lt;br /&gt;When your head's down over your pieces, brother&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity&lt;br /&gt;To be looking at the board, not looking at the city&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town --&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:Tea, girls, warm, sweet&lt;br /&gt;Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist&lt;br /&gt;Whose every move's among the purest&lt;br /&gt;I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine&lt;br /&gt;BOTH:One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble&lt;br /&gt;Not much between despair and ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble&lt;br /&gt;Can't be too careful with your company&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the devil walking next to me&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:Siam's gonna be the witness&lt;br /&gt;To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness&lt;br /&gt;This grips me more than would a&lt;br /&gt;Muddy old river or reclining Buddha&lt;br /&gt;And thank God I'm only watching the game -- controlling it --&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:I don't see you guys rating&lt;br /&gt;The kind of mate I'm contemplating&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:I'd let you watch,&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE:I would invite you&lt;br /&gt;BOTH:But the queens we use would not excite you&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlours&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster&lt;br /&gt;The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a god in every golden cloister&lt;br /&gt;A little flesh, a little history&lt;br /&gt;I can feel an angel sliding up to me&lt;br /&gt;BOTH:One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble&lt;br /&gt;Not much between despair and ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble&lt;br /&gt;Can't be too careful with your company&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the devil walking next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE, DRAKE, and SKUL are walking down Transylvania Street)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: This is the place?&lt;em&gt;(GRACIE walks up to them, unnoticed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;GRACIE: Yes &lt;em&gt;(Kisses OLLIE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: How'd you get here?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy thought you where in Transylvania.&lt;br /&gt;GRACIE: Transylvania Street!&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE and GRACIE start making out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Something stupid had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: Well we could-&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dr. Plaid's house: PLAID, and ROSIE are having a cup of tea)(OLLIE, GRACIE, DRAKE, and SKUL walk in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: Ollie, you missed tea time.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Mum?&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: She's your mom?&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE&lt;em&gt;(to DRAKE)&lt;/em&gt;: Your that vampire, who tried to bite me!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Anyway, Gracie this is my Grandfather, Dr. Plum. 'e's the onlay Zombie expert in the world.&lt;br /&gt;PLAID: What can I do ya for, me boy?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Drake&lt;em&gt;(Points)&lt;/em&gt; 'ad a vision about zombies.&lt;br /&gt;PLAID: So?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Is it posible?&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Is that the only reason we came here?&lt;br /&gt;PLAID&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(to SKUL)&lt;/span&gt;: Yes &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(to OLLIE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: So I'm not crazy!&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(ABBY [as a zombie] walks i1n)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oh my Goodness! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(ABBY pulls out a knife)(OLLIE screams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: Get down! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Shoots ABBY five times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: It’s a twofer!&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Yes, mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Operation room: ABBY is strapped to the table, REY is ready to Operate, and OLLIE is standing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE: Break a leg!&lt;br /&gt;REY: You know I’m not acting, Right?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Rey, Oy was talking to Abigail. &lt;em&gt;(ABBY laughs)&lt;/em&gt; If at all possible, kill ‘er &lt;em&gt;(DRAKE walks in)&lt;/em&gt; REY &lt;em&gt;(p.o.-ed)&lt;/em&gt;: Can I just operate here!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: No. &lt;em&gt;(DRAKE drags OLLIE out the door)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Outside Oporation room: DRAKE and OLLIE are waiting)(ABBY limps out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: He he he! He didn't kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Ollie's Office)(DRAKE walks in)&lt;/div&gt;DRAKE: Gracie left.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy know, she told me&lt;br /&gt;ABBY&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(form outside)&lt;/span&gt;: It turned blue!&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(ABBY runs in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: So you're pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: How'd you now?&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: You were yelling "It turned blue!" at the top of you're lungs.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Really?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(nodding)&lt;/span&gt;: Yes&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Rey's Office: ABBY is having her stomach scanned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;REY: It's a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Ollie's office: OLLIE is drinking)&lt;/div&gt;OLLIE&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Spinning around in chair)&lt;/span&gt;:Oy don't need people in my life! I'm perfectly fine!&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(ABBY walks in)&lt;/span&gt; Gracie? Oh it's you.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: My baby's a zombie&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: And Oy can't enjoy your misery, because my girlfreind's a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*sigh*(DRAKE walks in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE: I had another vision!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE/ABBY: No!&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(they drag DRAKE out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(to ABBY)&lt;/span&gt;: Get out! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(she does)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-4945001950159640561?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4945001950159640561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=4945001950159640561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4945001950159640561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4945001950159640561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-4974226036439252154</id><published>2008-09-03T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:00:01.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>Vampire</title><content type='html'>(Beach: SAMMY is lifeguard-ing/TONY is laying on a bench)(A coffin sized crate washes up, DRAKE comes out)(SAMMY gets her cell phone)&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Ollie? I weird guy just got out of a crate that washed up, okay. Okay, no reporters. (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's Office)*phone*&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'Ello? (pause) No reporters! (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beach: SAMMY is talking to reporters/TONY is laying on a bench)(OLLIE walks past SAMMY towards TONY and puts a device on his mouth)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Breathe in. (Looks at device) (shocked:)You're nearly sober!&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Sorry 'bout these people.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: We could've kept this whole situation under wraps but you called-&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY(interrupting):It was Tony. (OLLIE looks at TONY)&lt;br /&gt;TONY(awkwardly): I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Sorry? The new weapons officer has jeopardized his position! Oy'd be surprised if the chief doesn't fire you!(turns to SAMMY) You bloody idiot!&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Why?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Ya mum thinks she should yell at ya! (to TONY:)Who was it?&lt;br /&gt;TONY: a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: No sutch thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rosie's house: ROSIE is sitting/knitting)*doorbell*&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: Oy'll be there in a second(Opens the door) Aghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outside Rosie's house[crime scene]: OLLIE ans SAMMY are talking)&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: No such thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gracie's apartment: Swat team is searching)(OLLIE, TONY and ABBY walk in)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What are we looking for?&lt;br /&gt;TONY: A girl, Gracie Hei&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: And she is..&lt;br /&gt;TONY: A known Vampire.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Why don't know that?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: There's a special agency for supernatural accuracies.\&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: The X-Files?&lt;br /&gt;(SKUL walks in)&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: I'm Skul E. Muller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBZf9SeYVis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBZf9SeYVis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE(sarcastically): Oy didn't see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;SKUL: *sigh* I hate you already.(Something drips down on OLLIE)&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What was-?&lt;br /&gt;(GRACIE jumps down, kisses OLLIE and runs away)(OLLIE faints)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Anybody want pie?&lt;br /&gt;TONY/SKUL: Not the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ollie's office)(GRACIE climbs through a window)(OLLIE falls over in his chair)&lt;br /&gt;GRACIE(Transylvania accent): Shh, Iv you blow my cover I 'von't be back in the United States. I came to you because, (pause) I love you and I von't be able to see you for quite a while.(ABBY opens the door)&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: I need a drink. (Shuts the door)(GRACIE laughs)(ABBY opens the door) I did an exersism on your mother&lt;br /&gt;GRACIE: Vill she forget about it?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'er drinking habbits are...&lt;br /&gt;GRACIE: Realy hard liqor?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You know it. Wanna sing a song?(GRACIE smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTDB4gLMxg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTDB4gLMxg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-4974226036439252154?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4974226036439252154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=4974226036439252154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4974226036439252154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/4974226036439252154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/vampire.html' title='Vampire'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-8499519530049591671</id><published>2008-08-30T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:00:20.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosie'/><title type='text'>Tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Police Office: LOOLI is standing in front of a projector screen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI&lt;em&gt;(British accent)&lt;/em&gt;: As soon as that blitherin’ idiot, Ollie gets ‘ere we can start. &lt;em&gt;(OLLIE walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE: Watt’s up!&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: You’re late.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy know. this is why we don’t date anymore!&lt;br /&gt;LOOLIE &lt;em&gt;(to audience)&lt;/em&gt;: Oy’m tac Officer Plate. A tac Officer is someone who’s job it is to welcome new police recruits to the force.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: But you don’t do a god job of it, that’s why Oy’m ‘ere.&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI:&lt;em&gt; *sigh*&lt;/em&gt; Well now we’re going to do some team building exercises. So everybody get a partner. &lt;em&gt;(The audience does)&lt;/em&gt; You’ve probably done this before. Your partner will ‘old out their arms and catch you when you make yourself fall. &lt;em&gt;(LOOLI falls)(OLLIE doesn’t catch her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Sorry. &lt;em&gt;(LOOLI gets up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: You bloody idiot!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well another good team building exercise is dancing. Rosie-&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ROSIE walks in w/ a jukebox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE: -come on down! Your the next contestant on me mum is right.&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: Yes oy am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iunx2MnvN6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iunx2MnvN6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: It's astounding, time is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;Madness takes its toll, But listen closely,&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: not for very much longer&lt;br /&gt;I've got to keep control&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:I remember doing the Time Warp&lt;br /&gt;Drinking those moments when&lt;br /&gt;The blackness would hit me and the&lt;br /&gt;BOTH:void would be calling&lt;br /&gt;ALL:Let's do the time warp again...&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time warp again!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:It's just a jump to the left&lt;br /&gt;ALL:And then a step to the right&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:With your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;ALL:You bring your knees in tight&lt;br /&gt;But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Time Warp again!&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE:It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me&lt;br /&gt;So you can't see me, no not at all&lt;br /&gt;In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention&lt;br /&gt;Well-secluded, I see all&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:With a bit of a mind flip&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE:You're there in the time slip&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:And nothing can ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE:You're spaced out on sensation,&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:like you're under sedation&lt;br /&gt;ALL:Let's do the Time Warp again!&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI:Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think&lt;br /&gt;When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink&lt;br /&gt;He shook me up, he took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me and I felt a change&lt;br /&gt;Time meant nothing, never would again&lt;br /&gt;ALL:Let's do the Time Warp again!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:It's just a jump to the left&lt;br /&gt;ALL:And then a step to the right&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:With your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;ALL:You bring your knees in tight&lt;br /&gt;But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Time Warp again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI:Let's not do that again.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oh towards the end you actually sang.&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: Oy know.&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: Well oy've got to go. &lt;em&gt;(ROSIE leaves)(ABBY comes in)(ABBY shots someone and drags there body away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Don't worry, 'e'll live. &lt;em&gt;(mumbling&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;LOOLI: You never know with Abby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-8499519530049591671?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8499519530049591671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=8499519530049591671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8499519530049591671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/8499519530049591671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/tac.html' title='Tac'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-692203509443017163</id><published>2008-08-24T21:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:07:28.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elphaba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel'/><title type='text'>Rockin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Acting Troope)(GORGE[w/ drums and mike],ELPHABA[sitting/ holding GORGE's mike], NOEL[sitting], and BOB[w/ guitar])(OLLIE[w/ a french horn case] walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE: Wot's up?&lt;br /&gt;NOEL&lt;em&gt;(french accent)&lt;/em&gt;: You stupid englighman you were supposed to be here two hours ago! I spit on you!&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA: Why do you have a french horn?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: An eletric french 'orn!&lt;br /&gt;NOEL: Just another reason why France is better than England.&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;em&gt;(french accent)&lt;/em&gt;: Shut up sis.&lt;br /&gt;GORGE: Can't we just get along and play this knok off game?&lt;br /&gt;NOEL: No! You stupid American!&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA: Okay Ollie, how'd you get an eletric french horn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_tVZFZ5PR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_tVZFZ5PR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:From my heart and from my hand&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people understand&lt;br /&gt;My intentions&lt;br /&gt;Weird....ooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORGE:Weird Science&lt;br /&gt;Plastic tubes and pots and pans&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;Magic from the hand&lt;br /&gt;We're makin'&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Things I've never seen before&lt;br /&gt;Behind bolted doors&lt;br /&gt;Talent and imagination&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Not what teacher said to do&lt;br /&gt;Makin' dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Living tissue, warm flesh&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Plastic tubes and pots and pans&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;Bits of my creation--Is it real?&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation...my creation&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation&lt;br /&gt;Weird Science&lt;br /&gt;Weird.....ooo!&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Magic and technology&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo dolls and chants&lt;br /&gt;Electricity We're makin'&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy and microchips&lt;br /&gt;Shooting from the hip&lt;br /&gt;Something different&lt;br /&gt;We're makin'&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from a magazine&lt;br /&gt;Diagrams and charts&lt;br /&gt;Mending broken hearts and makin'&lt;br /&gt;Weird science&lt;br /&gt;Something like a recipe&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:Bits of my creation--Is it real?&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation--I do not know&lt;br /&gt;GORGE:No hesitation--No heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;Just flesh and blood--I do not know&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:From my heart and from my hand&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people understand&lt;br /&gt;My intentions . . . .&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA: OOoo&lt;br /&gt;BOB:OOoo&lt;br /&gt;GORGE:OOoo, weird science&lt;br /&gt;Magic and technology voodoo dolls and chants&lt;br /&gt;Weird Science&lt;br /&gt;Things we never seen before behind open doors&lt;br /&gt;Weird Science&lt;br /&gt;Not what teacher said to do&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:Bits of my creation--Is it real?&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation--I do not know&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation--No heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;Just flesh and blood--I do not know&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation...ooo!&lt;br /&gt;my creation...&lt;br /&gt;NOEL:OOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;GORGE:my creation&lt;br /&gt;It's my creation&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:From my heart and from my hand&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people understand&lt;br /&gt;GORGE:My intentions . . . . Oooh, weird&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE:OOOooo OOOooo OOOooo&lt;br /&gt;GORGE:weird science ooo!&lt;br /&gt;Weird&lt;br /&gt;weird science ooo!&lt;br /&gt;oh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces and&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;strong&gt;There's a bit of lyrics here I couldn't get, sorry&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;weird science ooo!&lt;br /&gt;weird science ooo!&lt;br /&gt;NOEL: It is weird, it is scientific.&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA: Why can't you just admit that that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Let's do that again!&lt;br /&gt;ELPHABA/GORGE/BOB: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VNx78SAq8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VNx78SAq8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(TONY wals in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TONY: Halo! Ollie, you want me to put a round of amo into a french girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(NOEL kiks OLLIE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-692203509443017163?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/692203509443017163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=692203509443017163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/692203509443017163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/692203509443017163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/rockin.html' title='Rockin&apos;'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-6599033278736503764</id><published>2008-08-08T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:51:56.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Ollie is dancing Drunk on the Roof during a Hurricane)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB8HudfbaTE"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;There's a Song here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Ollie! Get inside!&lt;br /&gt;NARARATOR: Sammy Wildman was a superficial lifeguard who under normal surcomstances would never be caught dead near Ollie's house&lt;em&gt;(Water knocks OLLIE off the roof)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Idiot&lt;br /&gt;NARARATOR: ...But a hurricane was apon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inside Ollie's House: OLLIE, SAMMY, ABBY, and JANIE[handcuffed] are sitting around a candle) (OLLIE blows out the candle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ABBY: You fool!&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: When you were born the doctor probobly laughed and said "What is this?" Eh.&lt;em&gt;(SAMMY lights another match)(SAMMY re-lights the candle) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Wile you two insult me like it's your job, Sammy actualy-&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: You're an idiot... Well I can't let your head get too big.(TONY walks in with a gun and an umbrella hat)&lt;br /&gt;TONY: Hallo! Ollie, You called me.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Like five bloody times!&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE pours wine on the candle while getting up)&lt;br /&gt;(OLLIE gets an Umbrella and he and TONY leave)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: I feel like a looser.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE: You are, Eh.&lt;em&gt;(ABBY puts her police gun ageints JANIE's head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;SAMMY:Don't You have a contince?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Not for members of the Canadian Mob&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: I was sorrta' talkin' to Ollie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-6599033278736503764?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6599033278736503764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=6599033278736503764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6599033278736503764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6599033278736503764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurricane.html' title='Hurricane'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34850151.post-6949717256228534138</id><published>2008-07-30T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:53:29.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosie'/><title type='text'>Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Ollie's Office)OLLIE is typing on his computer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARARATOR:Ollie was a brilliant Homoside detective at the age of 24 who'd never outgrown his hometown of Bluecanaryville.&lt;em&gt;(Knoking on the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE&lt;em&gt;(british accent)&lt;/em&gt;: Come in.&lt;em&gt;(Sombody walks in)&lt;/em&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY: You've got an important case.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What 'appened?&lt;br /&gt;PERSON: Your mom called, She's downstairs.&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE runs out)(The somebody sits at Ollie's desk) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY: He was playing solitare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(BCVille jail)(ROSIE is in a cell)(OLLIE runs over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE: Mum! What 'appened!?&lt;br /&gt;ROSIE: Oy don't know, but somebody paid me to get you 'ere.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Who?&lt;em&gt;(ABBY walks up) (Agrivated)&lt;/em&gt;Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY&lt;em&gt;(russian accent)&lt;/em&gt;: call me Abby. &lt;em&gt;(ROSIE leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy'd prefer no to. Abigail, What'd you want?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: I've got you back here. Isn't that enugh. &lt;em&gt;(OLLIE sighs)&lt;/em&gt; Jenny isn't dead. The last time yo were here yo helped me and Officer Mann-&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Ima?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Da. You helped put her behind bars. But bacause of you she was killed. Or so ve thought. The was last seen from a police lookout selling illegal drugs with Janie.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: You will help me capture Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Does she still were that coat.&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Da.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: This shoudn't take too long.&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Street corner)(OLLIE is looking for JENNY)&lt;br /&gt;(JENNY starts fallowing OLLIE)(OLLIE gats his gun and turns at JENNY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OLLIE: Did you think you could run away from me?&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: Yes, but you're good. I couldn't even tell you were looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy'm good at what Oy do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE handcuffs JENNY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(BCVille jail)(ABBY waiting by a cell)(OLLIE and JENNY walk up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy've got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(JENNY kiks OLLIE in the...)(OLLIE falls over)(JENNY stomps her foot)(The cains burn away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBY: Well played.&lt;em&gt;(JENNY leaves) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(BCVille beach)(SAMMY is lifeguard-ing)&lt;br /&gt;(OLLIE walks up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: 'Ello Govna!&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: What do you want 'mummy'?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Sammy, Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Oh shut up. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What do you know about Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: The gang leader?&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE nods)&lt;/em&gt;You got her killed, right?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: She's still 'ere. She's been looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: What about Janie?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy can only assume she's stayed loyal to Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Why tell me?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy need sombody Jenny doesn't know know to go undercover.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jenny's bar)(JANIE is bartending)(OLLIE and SAMMY walk in both disgised as women)(OLLIE walks up to JANIE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE&lt;em&gt;(no accent)&lt;/em&gt;: I'm here for Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;JANIE&lt;em&gt;(unenterested)(Cannadian accent)&lt;/em&gt;: Do you have an appointment, Eh?&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Jaques.(JANIE looks up)&lt;br /&gt;JANIE:I'll take you to Jenny, Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jenny's office[a dark room, JENNY is heden in shaddow])(OLLIE walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;JENNY&lt;em&gt;(Cannadian accent)&lt;/em&gt;:Jaques, Eh?&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE nods)&lt;/em&gt;I've been waiting waiting for you for a long time. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: I know.&lt;em&gt;(JENNY stands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;JENNY: Ollie, Eh, I don't who you think you're foolin', Eh.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE&lt;em&gt;(british accent)&lt;/em&gt;: So Oy'm a fool.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: You are, Eh. Yes. &lt;em&gt;(nodding)&lt;/em&gt; Yes.&lt;em&gt;(JENNY picks up a walkie-talkie)&lt;/em&gt;Janie, come in here.&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY&lt;em&gt;(over walkie-talkie)&lt;/em&gt;: Janie's busy right now.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY: What?!&lt;em&gt;(SAMMY walks in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Okay Ollie I tied up all the employees in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Oy 'aven't been able to do that in 3 bloody years!&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: I know I'm a good special agent&lt;em&gt;(JENNY fallsthough the floor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: You bloody idiot!&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: Well that proves it&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: What?&lt;br /&gt;SAMMY: You're my mother.&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Well I've seen my mum in jail, Been nagged at by Abby, Almost arrested Jenny... all that's left is to see Tony about some new Police gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tony's Office[desk beside a shooting gallary])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE walks up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLLIE: Anything new?&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;em&gt;(Indian accent)&lt;/em&gt;: I didn't know you'd come here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OLLIE leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34850151-6949717256228534138?l=outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6949717256228534138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34850151&amp;postID=6949717256228534138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6949717256228534138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34850151/posts/default/6949717256228534138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outletbythelightswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/pilot.html' title='Pilot'/><author><name>Ollie Ribbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04316424857243709403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6yQYdkPkAM/SV_MZ0KLAYI/AAAAAAAAANw/KwojoA8IUPQ/S220/Square+X+heart.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
