INT. SIMPLYSCRIPTS DISCUSSION BOARD

Wes still sits naked in the chair he was tied up in a long time ago. His head is leaned back. The sound of a printer whirring catches his attention.

He turns his head to find Pepi at a computer, printing something.

                 WES
         How the hell did you get free?

                 PEPI
         Of the knowing of wordies, I am
         not written good like to see them
         so not in effect are they to mine.

                  WES
          What?

A final page ejects from the printer and Pepi picks up two fine pages and looks on them in awe.

                    PEPI
           Kity in likes to himself reads to the
           notting normal postings. I am now
           getting lines for litter box here.

Pepi walks away, happy as a lark. Wes leans back in the chair, frustrated.

                     WES
             You could at least show, not tell I'm
             frustrated.

Ok...

From out of no where, Steven Seagal's headless body thumps across the floor, knocking Wes's chair over. His face is now planted against the floor, butt in the air, still strapped to the chair on his back.

                        WES
               AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!! Get...me...
               out...of...here!!!

Shown.

                         WES
                AAAHHHH!!!

Ape approaches Wes.

         APE
  I can't even define sound! How do
  you expect me to set you free!

Ape drags his feet as he walks away. His moaning cries are sorrowful.

         WES
  A naked crying Ape holding a dictionary
  over his crutch, what a sad sight.

         APE
  Don't look at me! Don't look at me!

      APE
  No wait. Look at me.

Ape snaps his fingers and almost instantly formal attire Apeears on his body. He snaps his fingers again and in a puff of smoke each and every character from the tale appear, also dressed in fancy clothing.

     APE
  I'm going to go ahead and assume
  that this story has come to an end,
  which kind of defies logic since it
  had no beginning or middle...
  Anywho, we would all like to finish
  with a song thats very close to all
  our hearts, or mine since I'm the
  one writing here.
  Maestro, if you would please!

A large orchestra ready their instruments. The maestro bows, taps his conducting stick on sheet musics pedestal and then begins to conduct the band. The orchestra version of "A Day in the Life" by The Beatles.

Some how the large group of characters dance in a perfectly chereographed manner. Even Steven Seagal's headless body manages.

                              THE END (Unless someone else chooses to write something)

INT. EMPTY ROOM

Wesley is still tied to the chair, naked with his butt in the air. He struggles.

                 WESLEY
        Hey! Get...me...out of here!

BLACK SCREEN

INT. NEWSROOM

NEWS ANCHOR
Shall we get him out of there?  
Or shall we dump live electric
eels onto him, and see what
happens?

BLACKNESS

except for a blue electrical current that flashes on and off with a BUZZIT! BUZZIT! BUZZIT! and SCREAMS...

A CLICK, and an overhead light comes on. It and reveals Cindy running her fingers overtop of a static ball lamp. The static inside the lamp reaches toward her fingers.

CINDY
Buzzit! Aaahhh! Buzzit! Aaahhh! Buzzit! Aaahhh!

She freezes, instinctlively looks up at the light... then slowly turns.

Her frustrated face fills the frame.

CINDY
Hey! You wern't supposed
to see that! -- Shoot!

A BANG from an O.S. gun.

Cindy doubles over, drops to the floor. Dead.

BLACK