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| Old Folk Remedy | |
| By: Pooface Date: March 19, 2011, 1:23 pm | |
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| I came up with this idea while skiing. It's weird as hell, and | |
| probably very heavily inspired by that stella video I showed you | |
| guys, but I couldn't get it out of my head, so I just wrote it | |
| up. If you have any ideas about the ending, lemme know. | |
| Fade in on Sam and Austin sitting on the couch playing video | |
| games. They do this by waving the controllers around and | |
| pressing any and every button. | |
| Austin: Hit the unicorn! Hit it! | |
| Sam: Look out for the rain barrels! | |
| Austin: More Russians going for the hatbox! | |
| Sam: No, it�s gonna smack! | |
| Sam and Austin: Shiiiiiit! | |
| Sam: Aw, game over. Man, that was intense. | |
| Austin: Yeah, I forgot all about that bear in the corner. | |
| Austin lets out a wet, guttural sound, then coughs. | |
| Sam: Okay man, seriously. You�ve been making that noise for the | |
| past hour and I have had just about enough. What is up with it? | |
| Austin: I don�t know, it just started yesterday. | |
| Sam: Well, my uncle�s a doctor. Let me have a look. | |
| Austin: Okay. | |
| Sam leans in and presses his ear to Austin�s chest. He hums to | |
| himself, taps Austin on the back three times, and breathes on | |
| the spot where he was listening, then listens some more. His | |
| expression grows more and more concerned as time goes on, while | |
| Austin keeps the same completely blas� expression throughout. | |
| Finally, Sam sits back up. | |
| Sam: Well, I�ve got bad news for you, bro. | |
| Austin: Hit me with it straight, dog. I�m ready. | |
| Sam: Well, it�s your vascular system. It�s not vasculating. | |
| Austin adopts a look of sheer terror and slowly turns to the | |
| side. | |
| Austin: (whispering) Oh nooooooo. | |
| Sam: Dude, it�s okay. My grandmama taught me an ancient | |
| Belo-Russo-Hungaro-Polish remedy for this sort of thing. Let�s | |
| go to the kitchen. | |
| Austin: Oooookay! | |
| Sam and Austin shuffle awkwardly from out behind the table, and | |
| continue in exactly the same manner up the stairs and into the | |
| kitchen. | |
| Sam: All right big boy, you just sit it down right there and I | |
| will gather the ingredients for a big honking pitcher of steamy | |
| stew. Just relax and think about something pleasant. | |
| Austin: Sure thing! | |
| Austin sits at the kitchen table, and we see he is thinking | |
| about Jack drinking from a glass of water. This brings a huge | |
| grin to Austin�s face. Meanwhile, Sam goes to the fridge. | |
| Sam: Let�s see here...we get some squash, some milk, some | |
| chocolate, some buttah... | |
| Austin is now thinking about Jack swaying from side to side with | |
| an intense expression on his face, provoking a bewildered | |
| reaction from Austin. Cut back to Sam. | |
| Sam: ...we got soy sauce, we got beef, we got tortellini, we | |
| gotta da pizza, we got vodka, we got more vodka... | |
| In Austin�s head, Jack is dancing shirtlessly and provocatively, | |
| prompting Austin to have something resembling a seizure. Cut | |
| back to Sam. At this point the ingredients Sam is pulling out of | |
| the fridge have pretty much nothing to do with what he�s saying. | |
| Sam: ...we got pepper, we got comic books, we got Peter Frampton | |
| Comes Alive, we got this, we got that, we got this, we got that, | |
| we got this, we got that... | |
| Cut to all the ingredients strewn across the table. The camera | |
| pans over them then comes to rest on Sam. | |
| Sam: Okay, we�re ready! | |
| Austin shoots to his feet, a big stupid grin on his face. | |
| Austin: Super! | |
| Sam: But I�m gonna need your help, buddy. (He turns to the | |
| camera, which moves closer to him) Let�s make some | |
| steeeeewwwwwww! | |
| Montage: Shot of pasta being vigorously stirred in a bowl, pull | |
| back to see Sam staring at the camera with a look of intense | |
| rage as he stirs. Shot of Austin sloshing the milk carton around | |
| next to his head then sniffing it. Shot of Sam and Austin | |
| standing facing each other. Sam hits Austin on the head with a | |
| bell pepper, which makes Austin clutch his head. Then Sam hands | |
| the pepper to Austin, who in turn hits Sam on the head. They | |
| both look at it, nod, and throw it into a pot. Shot of soy sauce | |
| being poured over a newspaper. Shot of Sam turning a pot in a | |
| circle while chanting. Close-up of Austin licking a package of | |
| butter, then giving a very creepy smile. Et cetera. | |
| Sam spoons out a bit of brownish liquid from a pot and slurps it | |
| while Austin watches carefully. | |
| Sam: It�s ready. | |
| Sam pours some of the liquid in the bowl and puts it in the | |
| microwave. He sets the time for 3:33. Sam starts speaking in | |
| tongues. Cut rapidly between him as his chanting grows in | |
| intensity, Austin whose eyes grow wider and wider, and the stew | |
| as it microwaves. Soon random noises like helicopter blades, | |
| screams, and a horse whinnying intrude on the soundtrack. There | |
| is a flash, and then a shot of the microwave finishing cooking. | |
| Sam: Here we go! | |
| Austin: I just saw a goat with three heads! | |
| Sam reaches in and pulls out the bowl, then turns to Austin with | |
| it. | |
| Sam: Hope you�re hungry for some wordenhoffplaskybru! | |
| Austin sits down at the table where a place has been set for him | |
| as Sam sets the bowl of stew down. | |
| Austin: Oh, I�m gonna spoon this right down into my gullet, | |
| believe you me! | |
| Sam: (chuckling) Oh, you rogue. | |
| The doorbell rings. Sam�s head instantly snaps to look. | |
| Sam: I�ll get it. | |
| He goes to the door and answers it to find Jack there. | |
| Jack: �sup, slut. | |
| Sam: Hey duuude! Come on in. | |
| Sam and Jack walk into the kitchen while Austin hurriedly spoons | |
| stew into his mouth. | |
| Jack: What you eating? Smells good. | |
| Sam: Well, see, Austin had a bit of a problem. (puts a hand to | |
| the side of his mouth and stage whispers): It was his vascular | |
| system. | |
| Jack fails at stifling a giggle. | |
| Jack: Tee hee! | |
| Austin: (embarrassed) Oh, come on you guys! | |
| Sam: Anyway, my dear old neena from Europe told me about this | |
| folk remedy for it, so we cooked him up some | |
| wordenhoffplaskybru, and he�ll be right as rain in no time. | |
| Sam smiles at Austin, who smiles and nods with a big �uh-huh�, | |
| spilling some stew from his mouth. | |
| Jack: Oh, wordenhoffplaskybru? We just learned how to make that | |
| in my cooking class! | |
| Austin: No waaaay! | |
| Jack: Yeah dude. So how much wax did you use? | |
| Sam: Regular amount, about a cup. | |
| Jack: Tight. And what about green tea? | |
| Austin stops mid-slurp, then slowly sets the spoon down. | |
| Austin: I don�t think we put any green tea in it. | |
| Austin looks at Sam, whose face has now taken on a look of | |
| terror. | |
| Sam: We didn�t... we must have forgotten to... | |
| Jack puts a hand to his mouth in astonishment. Austin looks back | |
| and forth between the two, confused. | |
| Austin: What? What�s wrong? | |
| Jack: (Very quietly) Without the purifying nature of the tea, | |
| the stew is... | |
| Sam: ...cursed. | |
| Rapid cuts between all three, accompanied by DUM DUM DUM-type | |
| noises. Cut to a wide shot of all three in the kitchen. | |
| Sam: (Screaming) What have I dooooone? | |
| Austin: Noooooo! | |
| Jack: Guys, just calm down. | |
| Austin: And I just got over a curse last week, too! | |
| Sam: They�ll take away my baking rights FOREVER! | |
| Jack: Look, we can just make some tea and have him drink it! | |
| Then it could mix with the stew in his stomach and he�ll be | |
| fine. | |
| Austin: You think that�ll work? | |
| Jack: Right now (rack focus to a close-up on his face as he | |
| turns to the camera) it�s the only chance we�ve got. | |
| Close-up of pressing the button to start the water heater, | |
| followed by close-up of the light turning on. Reverse shot of | |
| Sam, Jack, and Austin bent over and staring intently at the | |
| heater. | |
| Sam: Come on, come on... | |
| Austin: You can do it baby. Pop it off for daddy. | |
| Jack: DO IT YOU FAT WHORE! AAAAAAAHHHHHH! | |
| The heater turns off, the water inside boiling. The tea is | |
| poured, Splenda is added, and Austin sips from the proffered mug | |
| as Sam and Jack watch him with their hands on their hips. | |
| Austin: Aaaahhhh... | |
| Jack claps Sam on the back. | |
| Jack: See guys. If we put our heads together, there�s no jam we | |
| can�t get out of. | |
| Sam: You said it, pal! | |
| The three share a hearty laugh, which is broken off by Austin | |
| suddenly shouting out �Lawdy lawdy!� He blinks, then looks down | |
| at the tea, a bewildered expression on his face. | |
| Sam: Huh. That wasn�t supposed to happen. | |
| Jack: Sam, what kind of tea did you give him? | |
| Sam reaches sheepishly behind him to grab a box off the counter. | |
| Sam: Well, I only have the one type- | |
| Jack snatches the box from his hand and reads the label. | |
| Jack: (furiously) Decaf Earl Grey?! You stupid, stupid, stupid! | |
| Sam: What? It�s basically green tea, right? | |
| Jack: The whole point of the green tea in the recipe is so the | |
| ancient mysticism of the Orient can counteract the cursed | |
| heritage of Eastern Europe. But you just served an American a | |
| glass of British tea brewed in America. | |
| Sam: Oh... so what happens now? | |
| Jack: What do you think is gonna happen? | |
| Sam and Jack both turn to where Austin is standing. Now he�s | |
| wearing a frilly dress and twirling a parasol. | |
| Austin: (in a Southern lady�s accent) I do declare, gentlemen. | |
| Sam goes �humph.� Jack shrugs. | |
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