Post by MW on Dec 11, 2023 20:43:39 GMT -5
~Welsh is seated inside a quiet office going over some notes for this week’s show. Or, he was...his attention has now been diverted to Ancestry.com where he continues to compile information about his lineage~
Welsh: This makes no sense.
~He copy and pastes photos onto a banner so he can keep track of all the relatives~
Welsh: Whizzletwig...that can’t be my ancestors' name.
~He does more copy and pasting~
Welsh: Okay that makes NO sense. I wasted $30 and an entire evening of my life.
~He leans back, staring at the image in front of him~
~There is a noise at the window. Another. And then another. Welsh turns and looks...he sees someone crouched on his window sill. They are throwing pebbles at the glass~
Welsh: What the...is that?
~He stumbles over and opens the window. He leans down and gets hit in the face with a pebble~
Voice: Oh, sorry!
~Welsh recovers, physically...mentally might be another story~
Welsh: Alice, how…
~It’s Alice Knight! She throws another pebble, hitting him in the mouth. He closes his eyes and spits it out before continuing~
Welsh: YOU CAN STOP...I’VE ALREADY ANSWERED
Alice: Oh... I won't be needing these then...
~Alice tosses the pebbles out of her hand away. She reaches into her pockets and empties the backup pebbles...so many pebbles~
Welsh: I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this prepared, Alice.
Alice: I think you're wrong about that. But I will defend your right to say it! Hashtag we-woo!!
~She slingshots her body into the room through the window. While brushing herself off, she continues~
Alice: Plus, as that saying goes, when in Cambodia.
Welsh: Right.
~Welsh looks down...they’re 3-4 stories high...he sees no tree~
Welsh: How did you…
~Alice flaps her ‘wings’ and lets out a quiet Hoot. She slips on a pebble giving Marcus a reveal up her dress giving him an eye full of her OCW branded Men's Boxer shorts over her polka dot tights. Welsh’s stare goes blank as she gets to her feet and fixes her outfit~
Alice: Thanks for inviting me in, it’s weird out there, bro. Don't even get me started on the smell... don't believe me. Look for yourself.
~Welsh isn’t sure what she means. He leans out and surveys the situation...an elderly woman is seated on a bench, relaxing. She feels Welsh looking at him and looks up, shooting him the bird. He’s half offended, half startled. He steps back and shuts the window~
Welsh: Unnecessary.
Alice: Wow, you’re related to Seabiscuit?
Welsh: Hey!
~He rushes forward, turning off the monitor~
Welsh: I’m not sure how official any of that is.
Alice: Just saying, he was robbed at the 2004...was it 2004? I think that was the year Phillip Seymour Hoffman won. I mean who is gonna win the Kentucky Derby? Seabiscuit or the bloated guy from Boogie Nights? I think it was 2004 anyway, he was totally robbed at the Oscars that year.
Welsh: Alice.
Alice: That’s my name!
~She spins around, bopping Welsh on the nose~
Alice: Don’t wear it out!
~He politely removes her finger from his face. She smells her finger where he touched it.~
Welsh: What are you doing here? Last I saw you was before the Bravery Trials.
Alice: It’s not about where I’ve been. It’s about where I’m going. And where I am going we don't need roads... Back to the Future.
Welsh: I know…perfect movie. And wow, you dodged that one effortlessly.
Alice: Are you up for an adventure like no other? From one sister to a brother?
~Welsh looks into the camera~
Welsh: An adventure, you say?
Alice: Yes..
~She looks at the camera alongside him~
Alice: An adventure.
~She turns away and grabs him by the jaw, turning his face toward hers~
Welsh: Yes, fine, please stop touching my face like that.
Alice: Great, take my hand and let’s fly, fly away!
Welsh: Uh, fly?
~Alice reopens the window and looks down~
Alice: Hey there Miss Ma’am!
~The old woman yells something in Cambodian that sounds rather angry. Alice laughs~
Alice: Haha she's so witty! Ha! She’s always got something to say!
~Alice grabs Welsh by the hand and drags him to the window~
Welsh: Uh, no. You’re not really an owl, Alice. You know that, right?
Alice: Why, Marcus! If you just close your eyes and think really hard...believe in the power of the wind...you can get anywhere you please!
Welsh: ...you serious?
Alice: Yes, try it!! Eyes closed. Thinking REAL hard. But if you just ate some greasy Cambodian food... don't strain TOO hard while you're thinking. Or you won't be 'thinking' you'll be a 'stinking'... Get it?
~Marcus sighs and winces. Alice sees he’s not trying it and immediately lowers her voice very deep. It’s off-putting and kinda scary~
Alice: TRY IT!!!
Welsh: Okay, okay, fine. Just promise to never speak in that tone ever again.
~Alice giggles like a school girl~
Welsh: Alright, might as well. Here goes nothing.
~Holding hands, they close their eyes and think really hard. It’s the Christmas season, after all...magic is everywhere~
Alice: Do you believe? Do you see... do you See-lieve?
Welsh: How do I know if I believe?
Alice: You just know!
Welsh: Okay, yes, I believe!
Alice: And away we go!!! HOOOOOOOOOT!!
~They leap out the window right as we turn away~
Alice: We’re flying, Marcus! We’re flying! Like a couple of birdies in the sky so high!!
~Before Welsh can respond the camera points at the ground~
Alice: Is the camera off, Gumbo?
Gumbo: Yes ma’am.
Alice: Great. Okay Marcus, eyes open...get up.
Welsh: Huh? We’re not flying?
Alice: Of course not, ya silly goof. We’re going to walk out the door like human beings. You...you didn’t really think we were gonna fly, did you? This isn't some fairy-tale Disney cartoon. This isn't Monday...Tuesday..Wednesday...come to think of it, EVERY night in Dadbod’s living room.
~Alice laughs. Gumbo follows along. Welsh’s pride stings a bit so a defense mechanism kicks in~
Welsh: Haha...NO! I was just playing along, obviously!
Alice: Ah, Marcus...it’s great to work with you again. Alright, let’s head out the door and go on our adventure.
Welsh: Oh, so the adventure is happening.
Alice: Yep! Let’s go!
~Alice’s feet storm forward as she hums *Back In Time" by Huey Lewis followed by Welsh’s feet staggering around as the shadows indicate she’s dragging him behind her. We cut away~
Welsh: This makes no sense.
~He copy and pastes photos onto a banner so he can keep track of all the relatives~
Welsh: Whizzletwig...that can’t be my ancestors' name.
~He does more copy and pasting~
Welsh: Okay that makes NO sense. I wasted $30 and an entire evening of my life.
~He leans back, staring at the image in front of him~
~There is a noise at the window. Another. And then another. Welsh turns and looks...he sees someone crouched on his window sill. They are throwing pebbles at the glass~
Welsh: What the...is that?
~He stumbles over and opens the window. He leans down and gets hit in the face with a pebble~
Voice: Oh, sorry!
~Welsh recovers, physically...mentally might be another story~
Welsh: Alice, how…
~It’s Alice Knight! She throws another pebble, hitting him in the mouth. He closes his eyes and spits it out before continuing~
Welsh: YOU CAN STOP...I’VE ALREADY ANSWERED
Alice: Oh... I won't be needing these then...
~Alice tosses the pebbles out of her hand away. She reaches into her pockets and empties the backup pebbles...so many pebbles~
Welsh: I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this prepared, Alice.
Alice: I think you're wrong about that. But I will defend your right to say it! Hashtag we-woo!!
~She slingshots her body into the room through the window. While brushing herself off, she continues~
Alice: Plus, as that saying goes, when in Cambodia.
Welsh: Right.
~Welsh looks down...they’re 3-4 stories high...he sees no tree~
Welsh: How did you…
~Alice flaps her ‘wings’ and lets out a quiet Hoot. She slips on a pebble giving Marcus a reveal up her dress giving him an eye full of her OCW branded Men's Boxer shorts over her polka dot tights. Welsh’s stare goes blank as she gets to her feet and fixes her outfit~
Alice: Thanks for inviting me in, it’s weird out there, bro. Don't even get me started on the smell... don't believe me. Look for yourself.
~Welsh isn’t sure what she means. He leans out and surveys the situation...an elderly woman is seated on a bench, relaxing. She feels Welsh looking at him and looks up, shooting him the bird. He’s half offended, half startled. He steps back and shuts the window~
Welsh: Unnecessary.
Alice: Wow, you’re related to Seabiscuit?
Welsh: Hey!
~He rushes forward, turning off the monitor~
Welsh: I’m not sure how official any of that is.
Alice: Just saying, he was robbed at the 2004...was it 2004? I think that was the year Phillip Seymour Hoffman won. I mean who is gonna win the Kentucky Derby? Seabiscuit or the bloated guy from Boogie Nights? I think it was 2004 anyway, he was totally robbed at the Oscars that year.
Welsh: Alice.
Alice: That’s my name!
~She spins around, bopping Welsh on the nose~
Alice: Don’t wear it out!
~He politely removes her finger from his face. She smells her finger where he touched it.~
Welsh: What are you doing here? Last I saw you was before the Bravery Trials.
Alice: It’s not about where I’ve been. It’s about where I’m going. And where I am going we don't need roads... Back to the Future.
Welsh: I know…perfect movie. And wow, you dodged that one effortlessly.
Alice: Are you up for an adventure like no other? From one sister to a brother?
~Welsh looks into the camera~
Welsh: An adventure, you say?
Alice: Yes..
~She looks at the camera alongside him~
Alice: An adventure.
~She turns away and grabs him by the jaw, turning his face toward hers~
Welsh: Yes, fine, please stop touching my face like that.
Alice: Great, take my hand and let’s fly, fly away!
Welsh: Uh, fly?
~Alice reopens the window and looks down~
Alice: Hey there Miss Ma’am!
~The old woman yells something in Cambodian that sounds rather angry. Alice laughs~
Alice: Haha she's so witty! Ha! She’s always got something to say!
~Alice grabs Welsh by the hand and drags him to the window~
Welsh: Uh, no. You’re not really an owl, Alice. You know that, right?
Alice: Why, Marcus! If you just close your eyes and think really hard...believe in the power of the wind...you can get anywhere you please!
Welsh: ...you serious?
Alice: Yes, try it!! Eyes closed. Thinking REAL hard. But if you just ate some greasy Cambodian food... don't strain TOO hard while you're thinking. Or you won't be 'thinking' you'll be a 'stinking'... Get it?
~Marcus sighs and winces. Alice sees he’s not trying it and immediately lowers her voice very deep. It’s off-putting and kinda scary~
Alice: TRY IT!!!
Welsh: Okay, okay, fine. Just promise to never speak in that tone ever again.
~Alice giggles like a school girl~
Welsh: Alright, might as well. Here goes nothing.
~Holding hands, they close their eyes and think really hard. It’s the Christmas season, after all...magic is everywhere~
Alice: Do you believe? Do you see... do you See-lieve?
Welsh: How do I know if I believe?
Alice: You just know!
Welsh: Okay, yes, I believe!
Alice: And away we go!!! HOOOOOOOOOT!!
~They leap out the window right as we turn away~
Alice: We’re flying, Marcus! We’re flying! Like a couple of birdies in the sky so high!!
~Before Welsh can respond the camera points at the ground~
Alice: Is the camera off, Gumbo?
Gumbo: Yes ma’am.
Alice: Great. Okay Marcus, eyes open...get up.
Welsh: Huh? We’re not flying?
Alice: Of course not, ya silly goof. We’re going to walk out the door like human beings. You...you didn’t really think we were gonna fly, did you? This isn't some fairy-tale Disney cartoon. This isn't Monday...Tuesday..Wednesday...come to think of it, EVERY night in Dadbod’s living room.
~Alice laughs. Gumbo follows along. Welsh’s pride stings a bit so a defense mechanism kicks in~
Welsh: Haha...NO! I was just playing along, obviously!
Alice: Ah, Marcus...it’s great to work with you again. Alright, let’s head out the door and go on our adventure.
Welsh: Oh, so the adventure is happening.
Alice: Yep! Let’s go!
~Alice’s feet storm forward as she hums *Back In Time" by Huey Lewis followed by Welsh’s feet staggering around as the shadows indicate she’s dragging him behind her. We cut away~