The Sea Dream: The Encores

Written by Chrissaaay
with submissions by Shrym and Willie Westwood

Narrator:	[The curtains go down on the play just past, but I, the narrator, must speak my part. Well this play has ended And who could ever tell That lessons learned in dreams Sometimes teach what the heart compels. Still yet but a dream It was a very enjoyable scene. One that moves the heart, For having played such a great part. Chrissaaay and Willie both want the Academy Award, They've both saved and blocked and shot and scored! Who could ever choose just one of these gleaming superstars? If no one, then all you GTG-ers can fight about it in a thread about the Oscars! ]
	[Chrissaaay awakens to the sound of her cell alarm beeping, having fallen asleep next to her laptop on her desk. On the screen is the familiar purple of the GTG board. She rubs her eyes and runs her hands through her hair, and laughs to herself that working too much and drinking too many cappuccino royales can lead to interesting dreams. She begins to sing]
Chrissaaay:	If I sleep again, I wonder, Can I begin, To pick up at the end Or do I have to begin again? Either way, I can't lose. I think I'll go ahead and hit the snooze.... [Chrissaay hits the cell's snooze button and echoes her dreamy thoughts as she drifts off to sleep, the words becoming fainter and fainter as she fades out] So should you decide To take that carpet ride To exotic lands Begun on sand Just type my name And ask me another question That makes me want to schedule a math tutorial session! "Hid his depth Prod I, Thorn," Is an anagram of your question born. The answer of which I now know to be a sphere, It is the very answer that got us here! So as this fantasy fades away, I just have one thing to say: "You and me Will always be Like peas and carrots, Jenn-ay"
Narrator:	So as this plight comes to an end, We want to thank you all for kicking back and tuning in. Thanks also to the great guest stars In this show Come on, now Let's all get back to gotimmygo! [a commotion is heard backstage, and an excited guest come rushing out] Oh, great! What now?
Shrym:	Please, everyone, sit down, please. I have this wonderful little song to sing. Please, sit. I promise not to make it dodgy. [everyone obliges and takes their seats again. Willie and the others peer out from behind the curtain to see what this flighty girl is after] I dedicate this song to my fellow cast member, Minkie Boodle. She's the one who was with me chasing the cat in the play. Now, if you will all just relax and take a load off, please, listen to my Minkie song. [audience members rise to leave. She pulls out a gun and spins it round her finger] Or you will all be shot in the head! [the members sit right back down as the others express shock at this request.] Now then... Come on Minkie we're goin to the beach grab your camara and strap yourself in the front seat Wheres Willie? Hes prolly down at the shore Oh that smell, I picked up some gunpowder at the store Now i now what your thinkin Its kinda late to go swimmin but you know Crissaaay, shes one o those crazy women, that does crazy things and if she dont get her way she'll have a fit Quit playing with my Toy Knife Minkie let go of it And stop lookin so worried why are you lookin at me like that? dont you want to help me find that stupid cat? I'm sure the cat wants to show you how far it can float And dont worry about the X marked on its throat I was just messin, it dont mean nothin My baby sister was colourin in and got Pen on her fur My sisters funny aint she? We'll let her wash off in the water and we can talk by ourselves cant we?
Willie:	[backstage] Minkie, you'd better watch this girl carefully. She might just chop your head off with a butter knife.
Shrym:	See Minkie, Theres a place called heaven and a place called hell, a place called prison and a place called jail, and amma probably on my way to all of em except one Cos after today i'll be tracked down for what i done You aint gonna tell nobody are ya? (Nah) Maybe when we get there i'll explain it to ya, But for now we'll just say the cat was real real bad It scratched my fuckin finger and made me real real mad But i still feel sad that it made me shout Sit back in your chair Minkie quit tryin to climb out! I told you its ok Minkie, whats up? Are you alright? you lookin like your gonna throw up Are you sure your ok? I'll change the station So you can go to sleep, act like its vacation I'll wake you up as soon as we meet Willie 2 thousand Minkie and Shrym, all on our Billy Wake up Minkie B, we're here! before we talk amma take the cat and go for a walk Minkie dont cry girl! Dont get the wrong idea I put blue tak in the cats ear, thats why it cant hear you It wont wake, but dont worry, I made a little kitty bed at the bottom of the sea Here, you wanna help me cover its face with a sock? We'll tie its footsie's up and then roll it off the dock Ready noe, here we go, on the count of three One... Two... Three... Wheee! Theres goes kitty, Splashin in the sea no more scratchin shrym, no more more harassing Minkie, No more of this shitty cat, comon now, wave bye bye, say goodbye to kitty Now we can go talk by ourselves and junk But first, help me get that gunpowder out the trunk
Narrator:	Alright! Somebody get this girl off the stage before she raps anymore! The audience is moaning over this stuff! [two husky stagehands come and carry Shrym off. She's rather pleased at this, ogling the men as she's taken backstage. Now the lights fade down, Willie and Crissaaay come on stage, hold hands and bow as the crowd scream wildly and throw roses on the stage. A stunned Willie wipes his forehead and Crissaaay grins and hugs him. Some underpants are thrown on stage. They take a step back and Minkie comes in between them holding her cat and takes a bow, the crowd now stand up and applaud, the curtain closes, then opens again to reveal a line of Willie, Chrissaaay, Minkie, MrTweek and Screw you guys standing hand in hand grinning wildly. The spotlight shoots down on them, everyone takes a bow. The whole audience is cheering and wolf whistling, Chrissaaay picks up the underpants and swings them round on her finger like a cowgirl before throwing them at shrym who is backstage clapping. Chrissaaay exits to the right backstage and comes back with a shrym in her hand before quickly joining in a final bow before the lights fade, the curtain draws. The play is finished, or is it?]
Chrissaaay:	[talking to Shrym backstage] Here kitty, kitty, kitty... awwww nice kitty Shrym, I have your cat And you will not Get it back I will not lie Me and kitty are sharing a pot peh And you're not going to make it die "but you know Crissaaay, shes one of those crazy women, that does crazy things and if she dont get her way she'll have a fit..." That's an interesting character compos-ite! But I'd like to introduce you to me -- Because that what you see Must be transferrence For a scorpion sun, for me, Is always balanced In an airy Libra ascendence So again, I end this play Come on, guys, it's time to play!!! If there's something you want to kill, Shrym, Just take a little pill And stop adding to this play So we can all let it lay!
Willie:	[writing furiously] Scorpion sun, Libra ascendant. She must have been born mid-morning. Let me see... Cancer sun, Taurus ascendant... The ascendants both ruled by Venus. Hm. The suns could be trine, but who knows? [continues writing as everyone else leaves]