Saturday, December 3, 2011

Fix My Problem: Cats

 Here is episode two of "Fix My Problem" These are short and super easy. If you have an idea for a  "problem" that these guys could fix why not tell me? Maybe I'll write it up. I've got a few more ideas still to write up, dunno if I'll post them right away. Let me know if u want to be involved.


Fix My Problem!: Cats
INT.- Room- 2 chairs, music and the “Fix My Problem” logo appears on the screen. CHUCK and CARLOS come on and sit in the chairs, the logo disappears.
Chuck: Greetings friends, and welcome to this episode of-
Both: Fix My Problem!!
Carlos: Where you write in, and we-
Both: Fix Your Problems!
Chuck: No matter how weird they are, I'm Chuck.
Carlos: And I'm Carlos. Today's first let comes to us from Varla Veracruz in Topeka, Kansas, she writes “Dear Carlos and Chuck, my cat is an outside cat, and as such I leave her food bowl out there, but recently a horde of raccoons has been coming around at night and eating all of her food. What can I do? Please, Fix My Problem!” Well Varla, what you wanna do is purchase a large mean dog and have it protect the cat food at night, and you don't even have to feed it because it will be eating raccoon! There ya go we-
Both: Fixed Your Problem!
Chuck: Our next letter comes to us from Leslie Lamb, from Ottawa, Canada. She writes, “Dear Chuck and Carlos, my grandma is getting old and senile, I don't want to put her in a home because I saw this special on TV where they just give all the old people plastic surgery and send them out into the wilderness to fend for themselves. But I can't keep her at home with me, what should I do? Please, Fix My Problem!” Well Ms Lamb, what I suggest is that you send your grandmother to the home, but before you do make sure to outfit her with some cybernetic limbs, that way when the inevitable does happen happen she will be better equipped to handle surviving on her own. We just-
Both: Fixed your problem!
Carlos: And our final letter today comes from a Miss Sandy Sandstone in Palm Springs, CA. She writes “Dear Carlos and Chuck, my bitch of a neighbor ran over my cat that I loved with every fiber of my being, and now I want revenge, Can you “Take care” of her cat For me?” Yes Sandy, we can, we will-
Both: Fix Your Problem!
Ext.-Sandy's House- Chuck and Carlos stand outside a house w SANDY, she holds a cat
Chuck: We are here in Palm Springs, CA with Sandy Sandstone, Sandy please introduce yourself.
Sandy: My name is Sandy and this Mr. Jeremy.
Carlos: Well hello there Mr. Jeremy.
Sandy: No, no one is allowed to pet Mr. Jeremy but me!
Carlos: Right, sorry, tell us about your neighbor and her cat.
Sandy: Well one day I was taking Ms. Scuttlebutt out for a walk and my neighbor Dumb Denise comes up and runs over my cat with her lawnmower! I swore that I would get revenge! Can you fix my problem?
Chuck: Yes we can, here is how we will-
Both: Fix Your Problem! Step One!
Carlos: Steal your neighbors Cat Snooty Sarah.
Both: Step Two
Chuck: Run over the cat making it look like an accident.
Both: Step Three, she finds the cat. Problem Fixed!
Ext.-Dumb Denise's house, Carlos calls the cat to him and grabs it, looks around, runs away with it.
Carlos: Step one Complete!
Ext.-Street- The cat is in the middle of the road, as a car approaches it runs away, they try three or four more times, each time the cat gets out of the way, Chuck and Carlos get increasingly frustrated, they look at each other, shake their heads in unison, and then footage of them running over a stuffed cat, that looks nothing like Snooty Sarah. DUMB DENISE comes out of her house and starts crying over the cat. Sandy does an evil laugh and enters her house, Chuck approaches Dumb Denise and gives her some money. She stops crying and goes inside, chuck looks back at the camera realizing it is still rolling. The word “FIXED” appears on the screen like a giant stamp.
INT.-Room- 2 Chairs, Carlos and Chuck sit, like in the opening.
Carlos: If you want your problem fixed just email us at FixMyProb@Prob.net
Chuck: And remember
Both: WE FIX YOUR PROBLEM!
End.

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