Trouble At The Office

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Fun experiment for people to try - get 5 words. You don't need to know the definition. Write a scene using these 5 words, hopefully in the right way.

Submitted: July 18, 2010

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Submitted: July 18, 2010

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Trouble at the Office


Lights up. We see a typical office 2 cubicles with a water cooler. DAN is in the SL cubicle, while ROB is in the cubicle SR, next to the water cooler. DAN is on the phone, facing SL, laughing, joking, having a grand old time. ROB is not amused. There are 2 more cubicles hidden from view, forming a square with the first two. From those 2 cubicles, JESSICA and KYLE enter for a drink.


DAN


Look, I’m not saying one way or another, all I know is she was stone cold broke when I met her. Stone cold fox too! Hey-O!


JESSICA


I’m going to crack open his skull like a ripe melon.


KYLE


Sure you are.


JESSICA


Just bought my husband a new ratchet set. Heavy duty. I’m sure he won’t mind if I borrow it.


DAN


Yea, promised I’d help her clear her debt in 4 months, tops. She just had to make it worth my while, know what I mean? Zing!


ROB


(Joining them.) He’s been talking to that guy for the past hour. I know more about his twisted sex life than I want to know.


JESSICA


Believe me, it’s exaggerated. Remember the streaker at the Christmas party?


KYLE


(Same time as ROB) No, you can’t be serious, it couldn’t—


ROB


(Same time as KYLE) Naughty Noel? With that nubbin of a—


JESSICA


The same. So yea, I’m sure some of his claims—


DAN


You know it baby! Had her screaming out all night!


JESSICA


--are greatly exaggerated. Not to give you guys the wrong idea or anything…but if my husband is a 747, our good friend Dan there is packing a Cessna.


ROB


Great. Thanks for the fuselage analogy. I used to like building scale models too. Time for a new hobby.


KYLE


Yea, same here. I can give up my pursuit of mysticism now that we’ve been able to successfully divine what’s in Jeff’s jockeys. Christ that will take a while to get out of my head. Well, back to work, see you Rob.


JESSICA and KYLE return back around to their cubicles. ROB walks back to his desk and sits.


DAN

No…no…no. That chick from…crap, that show about those kids…Lacuna Beach? Something like that, whatever. Looked like her, only….Yea, I watched that show, what of it, those girls were hot! (Pause.) So what if they were only 16, window shopping bro! It’s harmless! Whatever man. Alright, check you later.

DAN hangs up his phone and goes back to work. ROB says a silent prayer. He clears his throat and cracks his knuckles, getting ready to work.

DAN

(Standing on his chair to look over the frail cubicle wall.) HEY JACKASS, WANT TO KEEP IT DOWN?! Some of us are here to work, you incompetent shmuck.

JESSICA pops her head over her cubicle wall, directly upstage of ROB’s.

JESSICA


(Seductively.) Hey Dan, want to take a peek at something for me?

DAN

Sure thing sugartits, anything for your— (Sniffs.) What is that god-awful smell?

JESSICA

Oh nothing to worry about, just some bromidic tranquilizer fumes.

DAN

Some bromi— What?!

KYLE emerges above the wall from his cubicle upstage of DAN’s, grabs DAN from behind, and covers his mouth with a cloth. DAN struggles for a few seconds and then goes limp. KYLE drags his body over the wall and disappears from view.

JESSICA

Well, no ratchet, but I got this heavy duty stapler!

She grabs the stapler and vaults over the wall into KYLE’s cubicle. ROB stands for a moment, stunned, before racing out of his cubicle, hopping on one foot while trying to take the shoe off the other.

ROB

Wait for me!

Blackout.


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