This is something I had to write for history in the form of a script. It takes place during the American Revolution.
Characters:
James Tree Olive – Innocent trader who is accused of smuggling, brown hair, Patriot, 27
Anna Oil Olive – Wife of innocent trader, brown hair, Patriot, 26
Dave Pit Olive – Son of James and Anna, brown hair ,5
Olive Sell Olive – Daughter of James and Anna, brown hair, loves olives, sells olives in her free time, 6
Henry Fancy Britches – British soldier who is searching James's house, annoying, single(obviously), wears fancy britches, blonde hair, 28
Arthur Apple Adams – Single, unruly mustache, brown hair, assistant Lt. Governor, Loyalist, 50
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Henry Britches: Open up! I am accusing you of smuggling! (Banging on the door)
James Olive: (Opening door) What do you want? We were eating breakfast.
Henry Britches: As I just said, I am accusing you of smuggling.
James Olive: Why?
Henry Britches: Because I want too! And I am jealous that you have a wife and two kids at only 27, while I am 28!
James Olive: That's a stupid reason!
Henry Britches: You think I don't know that?!
Silence for a few seconds
Henry Britches: Anyway, as I stated before, I am accusing you of smuggling. Now let me search your house.
James Olive: I'm not a smuggler, but sure.
James Olive walks into the kitchen, sits down at the table and resumes eating his breakfast. His wife and kids are sitting at the table.
Anna Olive: James, who is that soldier? What does he want? (Standing up)
Henry Britches: Ma'am, I am accusing your husband of smuggling. I am here to search your house.
Anna Olive: Has my husband done something to make you think he is a smuggler?
Henry Britches: Do I need any proof to convict your husband of smuggling? No! I am a British soldier, what I say goes! Besides, I have a witness. Now where is your bedroom?
James Olive: Upstairs, on the right.
Henry Britches: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go search your underwear drawer. (Starts walking towards the stairs)
James and Anna Olive: What?
Dave Olive: Mama, who's that man?
Henry Britches: (Turns back around and walks over to Dave) Who am I? I am a British soldier. To be more exact, I am the handsome, humble, honorable, Henry Fancy Britches!
Olive Sell Olive: (Walks over to her mother) Mama, I heard some of the old ladies on the corner say that if someone is called fancy britches, it means that they are stuck up and rude.
Henry's face turns red.
Anna Olive: Olive, go sell olives. Ask one of the corner ladies to help you.
Olive Sell Olive: Okay! (Walks out the door)
Arthur Adams walks into the house.
Arthur Adams: Well, Henry, have you gotten any proof yet?
James Olive: Aren't you the Lt. Governor? What are you doing here?
Arthur Adams: I am the witness of your smuggling! I saw you and someone else bring a crate into your house.
James Olive: That doesn't mean I'm a smuggler!
Henry Britches: Now, back to searching. Adams, keep an eye on them.
Henry walks into the storage room and starts searching. Arthur sits down at the kitchen table and starts eating the abandoned breakfast.
Henry Britches: Aha! (Drags a crate and a barrel into the kitchen)
The crate has a piece of paper nailed to it that says "Property of Charles. Do not touch except for Charles"
Henry Britches: Now how do you explain this! These are smuggled goods!
He lifts the lid of the crate then slams it back down a second later. A triumphant look on his face.
Arthur Adams: Very good Henry! I knew you wouldn't let me down!
James Olive: Oh, for crying out loud! Those aren't smuggled goods. That barrel holds olive oil that we made ourselves, and the crate is property of my friend, Charles. He didn't have anywhere to put it, so he asked to keep it at my house.
Henry Britches: Charles Moby?
James Olive: Yeah
Arthur Adams: You should at least come up with a convincing lie.
Henry Britches: Charles Moby was convicted of smuggling last week. Anyway, how do I know you are telling the truth about the barrel?
James Olive: By opening it.
James Olive walks over and takes the top off the barrel and setting it on the table. The barrel contains five inches of olive oil, sloshing around the bottom.
Anna Olive: (Walks over and stands in between Henry and the barrel) That's right, now you get out of my house!
Henry Britches: Oh, shut it, woman!
Henry pushes Anna and she loses her balance. She falls headfirst into the barrel of olive oil.
Anna Olive: James! Help me!
Anna's feet swing through the air. Dave starts running in circles around the barrel.
Dave Olive: Mama fell in the olive oil! Mama fell in the olive oil! The big bad man pushed her in!
James Olive: Coming dear. Dave you aren't helping by running around.
James tries to grab Anna's feet to pull her out but keeps getting hit in the head.
Anna Olive: Get me out!
James Olive: I'm trying! Hold still!
Dave is still running around the barrel. Arthur is still sitting at the table eating. In the confusion, Henry sneaks out the door and is seen running down the street.
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Short Stories From a Camera
Historia CortaA collection of random short stories. Some of the stories are related to my other stories (The Monster Hero and Nature's Sign). Not all of them are stories, some are poems or other things.
