STF02

Breaching the Club.

Characters:
CorpseGrinderClock - Bouncer
BluestoneClock - Child #1
RedbookClock - Child #2
Setting: A nightclub of some sort, the name of which is up to you.

[Establishing shot of a nightclub of some kind, probably with a really funny name. Probably with strobe lights flying out of it or something.]

[Cut to ground level, where BluestoneClock and RedbookClock are heading up to the nightclub.]

[the duo stop in front of aforementioned club.]

[Bluestone turns to Redbook]
BluestoneClock: Golly! Take a look at that club! I bet they do all sorts of fun things in there!

RedbookClock: Why, we ought to head on in there and see what it's all about!

BluestoneClock: k

[The two approach the nightclub's entrance, which is being guarded by CorpsegrinderClock (wearing a suit)]

Corpsegrinder: Hold it right there, kids. This place is for grown-ups only.

Bluestone: But I am a grown-up! I'm 12 years old!

Corpsegrinder: You must be at least 18 to enter.

Bluestone: I am 18!

Corpsegrinder: You just said you were 12.

Bluestone: No I didn't.

Corpsegrinder: Yes you did.

Bluestone: No I didn't.

Corpsegrinder: Yes you did.

Bluestone: No I didn't.

Corpsegrinder: Boy I will beat your sorry ass.

Bluestone: Ah!

[Bluestone ducks behind Redbook, who steps forward with a wad of cash.]

Redbook: Look, if you let us in, I can make it worth your while.

Corpsegrinder: I'm not going to let minors into this establishment. Get out of here before I have to throw you out.

Redbook: Crap.

[Redbook and Bluestone walk away.]

Bluestone: Damn. Looks like we're not getting into the club after all...

Redbook: Do not worry, my friend. I think I know of another way in.

Bluestone: k.

[Cut to the side of the nightclub, where Bluestone and Redbook are attempting to enter the nightclub by standing on top of a dumpster, with Redbook standing on top of Bluestone's head in order to reach the window.]

Redbook: I think I can reach it, let me just...

[Redbook fiddles with the window, but is unable to open it because his lockpicking skill isn't high enough or something.]

Redbook: Dammit it won't budge.

[Bluestone and Redbook descend back to the ground. This is where Redbook gets an idea. He picks up Bluestone and chucks him at the window, causing it to shatter and getting Bluestone inside.]

[Bluestone and Redbook are now inside the crusty cesspit that is the club's bathroom. They approach the door.]

Redbook: Let's have some fun.

Bluestone: k.

[Cue montage of Bluestone and Redbook doing nightclub-related activities, much to the confusion and/or displeasure of all the other patrons.]

[3 hours later...]

[CorpsegrinderClock enters the club, and upon doing so a shocked expression appears on his face.]

[Out in front of Corpsegrinder, sits Redbook and Bluestone, Sitting atop a large pile of steaming feces. All the other patrons are stuck in the giant shitty mass, which engulfs the entire club.]

Corsegrinder: Oh god...

[Corpsegrinder, if he had any, would drop to his knee.]

Corpsegrinder: ...Why?

[And then he would weep.]

[End]