I'm bored at the moment, and I want to have a little bit of fun.  I'm going to start off with a scene, and you're more than welcome to follow on with one of your own.  The idea being that we can create a script from all the scenes we've posted, so at least try to follow on from the scene before yours.  You can be as whacky as you want, but try and use characters which have come before and introduce some of your own along the way.  If we get enough posts, I'll transfer them into a PDF file, and we can laugh at the final product.

You can post half a scene if you like, and the next person in line can continue it.  Try not to make your scene too long as well because that'll make things painful, lol.

I've got a terrible feeling that this will suck, but we'll see...

Quoted Text INT. DAVID'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY DAVID (52) pours himself a cup of coffee.  He peers out the window, noticing that the garden gate is wide open. DAVID What in the world? David heads for the door.

There we go!

Put your scene in a quote box if you can.

Quoted Text He opens the door and steps out into the FRONT GARDEN He scans the area quickly and jogs to the open gate. He attempts to close it but as soon as he lays his hands on it he jumps back and screams in pain. He looks down at his hands, his palms burnt.

Could be interesting...

Quoted Text EXT. DAVID'S HOUSE - FRONT GARDEN - DAY DAVID Ouch. OSWALD (90), a police officer, dances up to the gate. OSWALD (tutting) Sir, I'm arresting you on suspicion of assaulting a garden gate. Please put your hands behind your back. DAVID Excuse me?

Quoted Text Oswald's hand cautiously moves towards a chrome plated baton hooked onto is belt. He squints, giving off an " I dare you, pussy" look OSWALD Did I stutter? David quickly straightens up his posture. DAVID Uh...no sir, you did not. OSWALD Wasn't asking you. Suddenly David realizes that Oswald is looking over his shoulder, he spins his head around and spots a stainless mirror propped up against the house. Oswald sneers at his own reflection, his chrome baton giving off a blinding glare in the mirror.

Quoted from SteveDiablo INT. OSWALDS HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT Oswald wakes up, covered in dusty thick blankets. Disgusted, he pushes the dirty covers away and looks down at himself-- shocked to see blood covering his pelvis area. A female shaped mannaquin looms at the top of Oswald's makeshift bed.  Red lipstick smeared across her face, fake blue eyes leering, sneering, at his confusion.