D'Snowth
09-02-2009, 10:48 AM
*Fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: *Sipping milk from wine glass* Ah... superb... *Looks towards camera* Ah, welcome, welcome to Monsterpiece Theater, me your host Alistair Cookie, and tonight, me pleased to bring to you, that classic, sleepy tale about a astronaut who dreams of girl who grant him wishes... your guess good as mine, it "I Dream of Genie"... and now, sit back, and enjoy "I Dream of Genie"...
*Fade into an office inside NASA headquarters, where pumpkin AM as Major Coney JerryNelson is patiently awaiting the arrival of his best friend, green AM Major Dodger Silly*
DODGER: *Slips through the door* Hey, Coney!
CONEY: Dodger, where have you been?
DODGER: Oh you know, the usual... dodging General Scraper everywhere I go.
CONEY: Well, you know how Generals are.
DODGER: Oh yeah, so have you been to see Dr. Jellos today?
CONEY: *Chuckles* Dodger, I already told you, I don't need to see Dr. Jellos, there's nothing wrong with me!
DODGER: There's not what he seems to think, because he's been waiting in his office for you to show up!
CONEY: Well, he's in for a long wait, because I'm not seeing him today.
DR. JELLOS: *Over the intercom* Major JerryNelson?
CONEY: *Sighs* Yes, Dr. Jellos?
DR. JELLOS: *Over the intercom* Major JerryNelson, I'd like to see you in my office, as soon as possible.
CONEY: As SOON as possible?
DR. JELLOS: *Over the intercom* AS soon as possible.
CONEY: Yes sir...
*Coney gets up from his desk, and starts walking out the door*
DODGER: Well, can't lose them all, good buddy.
CONEY: I'll remember that...
*Moments later, Coney is lying across a leather couch, as a red blob Muppet in a white lab coat, and large glasses rolls his chair over*
DR. JELLOS: Now, Major JerryNelson, I'm only here to help you.
CONEY: I understand that sir, and I appreciate it.
DR. JELLOS: You were going to tell me about this strange dream you've been having...
CONEY: The dream... the dream... well, it's like this...
*Dissolve to a desert island, where Coney sits on the sand, his uniform is shredded, he has a five o'clock shadow on his face, and his hair is messy*
CONEY: *Narrating* There I am... all alone, on a desert island... with no hope of being rescued... that's when it happened... *Aloud* a bottle! I found a bottle!
*A fancy bottle floats by in the water, so Coney jumps up, and grabs it out of the water*
CONEY: Yes! Yes, I can write a message, stick it in the bottle, send back out to sea, and hope someone will find it, and rescue me! Oh... but wait... I forgot to bring my pad of paper, and my crayons... that means, I can't write my message... phooey!
*Coney tosses the bottle aside, as it hits a nearby palm tree, popping the top off, and emitting a cloud of bright pink dust; after a while, the dust dissipates, and reveals lavendar AM with long blonde hair, and a pink and red Harem outfit*
GENIE: What... what? *Gasps* I'm out of the bottle! I'm out of the bottle!
CONEY: Oh my goodness... you're a... a... a...
GENIE: Oh thank you kind sir, I was trapped inside that bottle for 2,000 years!
CONEY: 2,000 years? Wow, you don't look a day over...
GENIE: ?
CONEY: Never mind...
GENIE: Thank you again, kind sir... NOW I can return to my family... good bye!
CONEY: Wait a minute! Don't disappear just yet!
GENIE: Why not? I REALLY want to get back to my family!
CONEY: Yes, but as I understand, you were a genie in a bottle, and I found you, that means I'm your master, and you owe me three wishes!
GENIE: *Sighs* What is it with you mortal men and your three wishes?
CONEY: Well...
GENIE: Make 'em snappy honey, I really wanna get out of here!
CONEY: Okay, okay... here we go... let's see, I gotta get off of this island... I wish for a boat!
GENIE: You got it, honey...
*The genie folds her arms, and nods, materializing a large coat around Coney*
GENIE: There ya go, that should keep you warm, now if you'll excuse me...
CONEY: No, wait a minute, wait a minute... this isn't what I wished for!
GENIE: It's not?
CONEY: No, I asked you for a BOAT, you gave me a COAT... see, "boat" and "coat" sound the same, because they rhyme, but they're not the same thing, what I want is a BOAT...
GENIE: Oh, simple mistake, I can fix that... now you wanted a...
CONEY: BOAT!
GENIE: Right, here we go...
*The genie folds her arms once again, and nods, materializing a bag that is now in Coney's hand*
GENIE: There we go, that should make you happy, now can I go?
CONEY: NO! Oh no, what is THIS? !
GENIE: It's what you asked for honey, a bag!
CONEY: Wait a minute Jeannie... HOW did you hear "bag" in "BOAT"? "Bag" doesn't sound like "boat", "bag" doesn't rhyme with "boat"!
GENIE: OH, I thought you said TOTE!
CONEY: *Looks at bag* Oh... tote bag...
GENIE: NOW can I go?
CONEY: No Jeannie, listen to me VERY CAREFULLY, PLEASE... what I am asking of you is a BOAT... a BOAT...
GENIE: A boat...
CONEY: Yes, a BOAT... a buh-buh-buh-BOAT!
GENIE: A buh-buh-buh-BOAT.
CONEY: YES! A buh-buh-buh-BOAT to help get me off of this island!
GENIE: OH, I get you now!
CONEY: Are you sure, Jeannie?
GENIE: Sure thing honey! You wish is my command...
*The genie once more folds her arms, and nods, materializing a model of the Titanic in Coney's hands*
GENIE: There you go, you have your boat... *Phew* I forgot how tiring wish granting can be... well, I'm off now!
CONEY: But Jeannie, this is a TOY, I meant a REAL boat for me to get into so I can get off of this island... I wish for a BIGGER boat... a boat that's BIGGER than this one!
GENIE: Sorry honey, can't help you.
CONEY: What? ! Why not?
GENIE: Look honey, I already granted you your three wishes... you got your coat, and you got your tote, and now you got your boat... those are your three wishes, and if I remember correctly, our un-written contract specified I was to grant you three wishes, no more, no less... now then, I gotta go!
CONEY: Jeannie, Jeannie, wait! Please don't leave me here all by myself! Please Jeannie, don't go!
GENIE: Look honey, my name isn't Jeannie, it's Barbara! I'm homeward bound, good luck to ya!
*Before Coney's eyes, his genie disappears, once again, leaving him alone on the island*
CONEY: Barbara? Barbara? Barbara?
*Coney looks at his Titanic model, then plops it into the water*
CONEY: So, who's up for a model boat race? Anybody? How about you, Mr. Crab?
*Dissolve to Dr. Jellos's office*
CONEY: ... And that's how it always ends... me, all alone on the island... with my coat... and my tote... and a toy boat... do you think it means anything, doctor?
DR. JELLOS: Possibly... it sounds as if you've somehow found that confidential memo of mine of transfering you from the Air Force into the Navy.
*Coney whimpers; fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: And so end "I Dream of Genie", fun little story... boy, me wouldn't mind having me own genie... then me could wish for a million cookies!
*Just then, a cloud of green dust appears beside Cookie's chair, and when it dissipates, it reveals lavendar AM, now wearing long black hair, and a green Harem outfit*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Eh, you not Barbara!
GENIE #2: Nah, I'm her sister, Eden!
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers... now then... please listen carefully...
GENIE #2: Shoot.
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Me wish for a MILLION cookies! Cookies of ALL kinds... a MILLION of them... right here!
GENIE #2: Alright, so you want a million cookies, cookies of all kinds, and a million of them here?
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Yah-yah-yah!
GENIE #2: You got it!
*Cookie's genie proceeds to fold her arms, and nod, to which suddenly, it's raining different kinds of cookies inside the library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh! It wish come true!
GENIE #2: There you go, those were your three wishes!
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Yah-yah-yah-whuh-whuh-whuh, say wha?
GENIE #2: Yeah, you wished for millions of cookies... cookies of all kinds... and a million of them right here... the other million will be waiting for you at home... gotta go!
*Before Cookie could say anything else, Eden slowly disappears before his eyes, as finds his library quickly filling up with cookies*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh boy, me know how to wish them, don't me? Well, that all the time we have for tonight, so this Alistair Cookie saying... *Cookies rise to below his chin*... HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE...
*The cookies cover Cookie, and pretty soon, the picture is blocked out by an ever-rising pile of cookies*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: *Sipping milk from wine glass* Ah... superb... *Looks towards camera* Ah, welcome, welcome to Monsterpiece Theater, me your host Alistair Cookie, and tonight, me pleased to bring to you, that classic, sleepy tale about a astronaut who dreams of girl who grant him wishes... your guess good as mine, it "I Dream of Genie"... and now, sit back, and enjoy "I Dream of Genie"...
*Fade into an office inside NASA headquarters, where pumpkin AM as Major Coney JerryNelson is patiently awaiting the arrival of his best friend, green AM Major Dodger Silly*
DODGER: *Slips through the door* Hey, Coney!
CONEY: Dodger, where have you been?
DODGER: Oh you know, the usual... dodging General Scraper everywhere I go.
CONEY: Well, you know how Generals are.
DODGER: Oh yeah, so have you been to see Dr. Jellos today?
CONEY: *Chuckles* Dodger, I already told you, I don't need to see Dr. Jellos, there's nothing wrong with me!
DODGER: There's not what he seems to think, because he's been waiting in his office for you to show up!
CONEY: Well, he's in for a long wait, because I'm not seeing him today.
DR. JELLOS: *Over the intercom* Major JerryNelson?
CONEY: *Sighs* Yes, Dr. Jellos?
DR. JELLOS: *Over the intercom* Major JerryNelson, I'd like to see you in my office, as soon as possible.
CONEY: As SOON as possible?
DR. JELLOS: *Over the intercom* AS soon as possible.
CONEY: Yes sir...
*Coney gets up from his desk, and starts walking out the door*
DODGER: Well, can't lose them all, good buddy.
CONEY: I'll remember that...
*Moments later, Coney is lying across a leather couch, as a red blob Muppet in a white lab coat, and large glasses rolls his chair over*
DR. JELLOS: Now, Major JerryNelson, I'm only here to help you.
CONEY: I understand that sir, and I appreciate it.
DR. JELLOS: You were going to tell me about this strange dream you've been having...
CONEY: The dream... the dream... well, it's like this...
*Dissolve to a desert island, where Coney sits on the sand, his uniform is shredded, he has a five o'clock shadow on his face, and his hair is messy*
CONEY: *Narrating* There I am... all alone, on a desert island... with no hope of being rescued... that's when it happened... *Aloud* a bottle! I found a bottle!
*A fancy bottle floats by in the water, so Coney jumps up, and grabs it out of the water*
CONEY: Yes! Yes, I can write a message, stick it in the bottle, send back out to sea, and hope someone will find it, and rescue me! Oh... but wait... I forgot to bring my pad of paper, and my crayons... that means, I can't write my message... phooey!
*Coney tosses the bottle aside, as it hits a nearby palm tree, popping the top off, and emitting a cloud of bright pink dust; after a while, the dust dissipates, and reveals lavendar AM with long blonde hair, and a pink and red Harem outfit*
GENIE: What... what? *Gasps* I'm out of the bottle! I'm out of the bottle!
CONEY: Oh my goodness... you're a... a... a...
GENIE: Oh thank you kind sir, I was trapped inside that bottle for 2,000 years!
CONEY: 2,000 years? Wow, you don't look a day over...
GENIE: ?
CONEY: Never mind...
GENIE: Thank you again, kind sir... NOW I can return to my family... good bye!
CONEY: Wait a minute! Don't disappear just yet!
GENIE: Why not? I REALLY want to get back to my family!
CONEY: Yes, but as I understand, you were a genie in a bottle, and I found you, that means I'm your master, and you owe me three wishes!
GENIE: *Sighs* What is it with you mortal men and your three wishes?
CONEY: Well...
GENIE: Make 'em snappy honey, I really wanna get out of here!
CONEY: Okay, okay... here we go... let's see, I gotta get off of this island... I wish for a boat!
GENIE: You got it, honey...
*The genie folds her arms, and nods, materializing a large coat around Coney*
GENIE: There ya go, that should keep you warm, now if you'll excuse me...
CONEY: No, wait a minute, wait a minute... this isn't what I wished for!
GENIE: It's not?
CONEY: No, I asked you for a BOAT, you gave me a COAT... see, "boat" and "coat" sound the same, because they rhyme, but they're not the same thing, what I want is a BOAT...
GENIE: Oh, simple mistake, I can fix that... now you wanted a...
CONEY: BOAT!
GENIE: Right, here we go...
*The genie folds her arms once again, and nods, materializing a bag that is now in Coney's hand*
GENIE: There we go, that should make you happy, now can I go?
CONEY: NO! Oh no, what is THIS? !
GENIE: It's what you asked for honey, a bag!
CONEY: Wait a minute Jeannie... HOW did you hear "bag" in "BOAT"? "Bag" doesn't sound like "boat", "bag" doesn't rhyme with "boat"!
GENIE: OH, I thought you said TOTE!
CONEY: *Looks at bag* Oh... tote bag...
GENIE: NOW can I go?
CONEY: No Jeannie, listen to me VERY CAREFULLY, PLEASE... what I am asking of you is a BOAT... a BOAT...
GENIE: A boat...
CONEY: Yes, a BOAT... a buh-buh-buh-BOAT!
GENIE: A buh-buh-buh-BOAT.
CONEY: YES! A buh-buh-buh-BOAT to help get me off of this island!
GENIE: OH, I get you now!
CONEY: Are you sure, Jeannie?
GENIE: Sure thing honey! You wish is my command...
*The genie once more folds her arms, and nods, materializing a model of the Titanic in Coney's hands*
GENIE: There you go, you have your boat... *Phew* I forgot how tiring wish granting can be... well, I'm off now!
CONEY: But Jeannie, this is a TOY, I meant a REAL boat for me to get into so I can get off of this island... I wish for a BIGGER boat... a boat that's BIGGER than this one!
GENIE: Sorry honey, can't help you.
CONEY: What? ! Why not?
GENIE: Look honey, I already granted you your three wishes... you got your coat, and you got your tote, and now you got your boat... those are your three wishes, and if I remember correctly, our un-written contract specified I was to grant you three wishes, no more, no less... now then, I gotta go!
CONEY: Jeannie, Jeannie, wait! Please don't leave me here all by myself! Please Jeannie, don't go!
GENIE: Look honey, my name isn't Jeannie, it's Barbara! I'm homeward bound, good luck to ya!
*Before Coney's eyes, his genie disappears, once again, leaving him alone on the island*
CONEY: Barbara? Barbara? Barbara?
*Coney looks at his Titanic model, then plops it into the water*
CONEY: So, who's up for a model boat race? Anybody? How about you, Mr. Crab?
*Dissolve to Dr. Jellos's office*
CONEY: ... And that's how it always ends... me, all alone on the island... with my coat... and my tote... and a toy boat... do you think it means anything, doctor?
DR. JELLOS: Possibly... it sounds as if you've somehow found that confidential memo of mine of transfering you from the Air Force into the Navy.
*Coney whimpers; fade into Alistair Cookie's library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: And so end "I Dream of Genie", fun little story... boy, me wouldn't mind having me own genie... then me could wish for a million cookies!
*Just then, a cloud of green dust appears beside Cookie's chair, and when it dissipates, it reveals lavendar AM, now wearing long black hair, and a green Harem outfit*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Eh, you not Barbara!
GENIE #2: Nah, I'm her sister, Eden!
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers... now then... please listen carefully...
GENIE #2: Shoot.
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Me wish for a MILLION cookies! Cookies of ALL kinds... a MILLION of them... right here!
GENIE #2: Alright, so you want a million cookies, cookies of all kinds, and a million of them here?
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Yah-yah-yah!
GENIE #2: You got it!
*Cookie's genie proceeds to fold her arms, and nod, to which suddenly, it's raining different kinds of cookies inside the library*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh! It wish come true!
GENIE #2: There you go, those were your three wishes!
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Yah-yah-yah-whuh-whuh-whuh, say wha?
GENIE #2: Yeah, you wished for millions of cookies... cookies of all kinds... and a million of them right here... the other million will be waiting for you at home... gotta go!
*Before Cookie could say anything else, Eden slowly disappears before his eyes, as finds his library quickly filling up with cookies*
ALISTAIR COOKIE: Oh boy, me know how to wish them, don't me? Well, that all the time we have for tonight, so this Alistair Cookie saying... *Cookies rise to below his chin*... HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE...
*The cookies cover Cookie, and pretty soon, the picture is blocked out by an ever-rising pile of cookies*