FADE IN:

EXT. NEW YORK SKYLINE - DAY

We see the wide view of New York, the Empire State Building, tall skyscrapers, etc., sprawling all the way to the waters in the b.g.

EXT. PARK AVENUE TOWER

A towering gray building pierces the blue above.

INT. DRUMMOND PENTHOUSE APARTMENT - KITCHEN

We see a petite redheaded woman in an apron, EDNA GARRETT,
50s-ish, bustle about preparing a meal, sprinkling a little bit of this and adding a pinch and dash of that to a casserole dish on the stovetop. She HUMS a cheerful tune as a tall black boy, WILLIS, 15-ish, steps in through the front door.

GARRETT
Willis! Glad you're home in time for
my scrumptious dinner!

WILLIS
(inhaling deeply)
Ah, that smells awesome, Missuz Gee.
Too bad I won't be around to have some.
I got some things going down.

GARRETT
"Going down"?

WILLIS
I mean going ON. You know --guy stuff.

GARRETT
Oh. I see.

A short, young black boy, 10-ish, in scruffy jeans and t-shirt, ARNOLD, shuffles in, snacking on a Slim Jim stick. Slumps on the sofa in front of the t.v., flips it on with the remote.

GARRETT
Arnold! I bet YOU'D like a good hot meal.

ARNOLD
I'm not hungry.

GARRETT
Not hungry? I've spent all afternoon chopping
and slicing and dicing for the whole family--and
none of you are hungry?

ARNOLD
Maybe later, Missuz Gee. It's almost time for
"COPS" on Channel Eight. I might be on this
episode.

GARRETT
Oh, Arnold, why would you want to watch such
violent programming? Tonight, why don't we
have some more Family Fun Time?

He shoots her an incredulous look.

ARNOLD
And miss me being a big star on t.v.? You only
go around once in life.

A thin, half-elegant, half-trashily dressed teenage girl in a very sheer silk gown, KIMBERLY, struts into the room in high heels, carrying a stylish purse.

GARRETT
Kimberly! I'm sure you'd love to sit down to a
good nourishing supper.

KIMBERLY
Great! I'm starved.

She sits down and places a single crouton from the salad bowl onto her plate. She quickly devours it and rises.

KIMBERLY
Mm, that was delicious. I'm stuffed.

GARRETT
Kimberly, I don't wish to complain, but--

KIMBERLY
Then don't.

GARRETT
I am concerned that not only is your diet a
little on the lean side, but your clothing is
rather transparent.

KIMBERLY
Could we have this conversation later? I've
got a photo shoot for DILLETANTE magazine.

She exits. A tall, dapper, middle-aged man, PHIL DRUMMOND, enters, adjusting a bowtie.

DRUMMOND
Good evening, Missus Garrett. My nose detects
you have prepared a sumptuous feast.

GARRETT
Would you like to sit down and enjoy the fruits
of my labor?

He turns, glances at a mirror on the wall.

DRUMMOND
Can't. Hot date tonight.

He exits to a room off the dining room. The DOORBELL RINGS.

GARRETT
Coming!

She bustles across the room toward the door. Willis, sitting next to Arnold watching television, bolts up and lunges for the door.

WILLIS
I'll get it!

She returns to the dining room as he opens the door. A shifty MAN IN A TRENCHCOAT, cap and sunglasses, stands there.

WILLIS
(in hushed tones)
You got the stuff?

TRENCHCOAT
If you got the green.

Willis reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of dollar bills. The man then pulls out a gun and points it at him.

TRENCHCOAT (COP)
Freeze! You're under arrest, Drummond!

WILLIS
Say what?

Willis whips out a gun when two more OFFICERS leap into the room. Willis jumps for cover behind the sofa as GUNFIRE is exchanged. Arnold stoically sits there immersed in his program.

ARNOLD
Would you guys keep it down? I'm trying
to watch t.v. here.

Dishes on the table SHATTER. Mrs. Garrett steps out and ducks under it. Kimberly steps out into the crossfire.

KIMBERLY
Hey! Whoa! If I have a hair out of place, I'm
gonna clobber all of you!

Willis' gun CLICKS. A cop pounces on him and cuffs him.

WILLIS
I was framed! I'm gonna waste all you pigs!

COP
Come along with us, Drummond. Don't think your
rich dad can spring you this time.

WILLIS
Little brother! Help me out!

Arnold jumps up, rushes to the commotion at the door.

ARNOLD
Why don't you guys lay off? Don't you have
any doughnut shops to knock over?

COP
You'd better keep your big yap shut
or we're locking you in the glove compartment
of the squad car, pipsqueak.

Arnold looks at him with a steely stare.

ARNOLD
What'choo talkin' 'bout, pig?

Arnold punches him in the gut. The cop doubles over. The other officers cuff Arnold as he struggles. All three officers exit, dragging the two cuffed brothers out the door. Kimberly, huddled behind the sofa, rises and reaches into her purse to check a compact mirror.

KIMBERLY
I broke a nail! Why tonight?

She heads for the bathroom.

DRUMMOND (O.S.)
By the way, Missus Garrett--

Mrs. Garrett pokes her head up from the debris of the bullet-riddled room, with dishes and table settings scattered about. Her
hair is frazzled, her face ashen.

DRUMMOND
What's for dessert?

CUT TO:

Mr. Drummond's name was Phillip...but, I can't offer any more comment till you post more...;)

You're right!!!!! Mr. Drummond's first name WAS Phil!!!!! Where'd I come up with "Henry"???:confused: I'll go back and change it now....

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
Where'd I come up with "Henry"???:confused:

Maybe you were thinking of the guy that asked Mrs. Garrett to marry him on FOL...his name was Henry...:lol:

This is good

INT. PARKING GARAGE - NEXT DAY

Mrs. Garrett loads suitcases into her tiny yellow Volkswagen Rabbit. Mr Drummond stands by the car holding bags.

DRUMMOND
I can't convince you to hold off on
your vacation till next month?

She shakes her head.

DRUMMOND
It'll take some getting used to not
having you around for five weeks.

GARRETT
You'll manage. I just need to get
away and go to the country for
a while.

DRUMMOND
I understand, Missus Garrett. Have a
good rest. We'll be looking forward to
seeing you when you get back.

He shakes her hand, then leaves. She stares off sullenly.

GARRETT
"When"...?

She climbs in and REVS up the car. She drives off.


EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY - RURAL UPSTATE NEW YORK - DAY

The banana-colored Rabbit speeds along the picturesque landscape with trees in various dappled shades of green.

SERIES OF SHOTS

Hotels, motels, inns, etc. all bearing NO VACANCY signs.

CUT TO

EXT./INT. RABBIT
Mrs. Garrett shaking her head in appalled frustration.

CUT TO

INT. DINER

Mrs. Garrett sits at a table in a bustling restaurant, scans over maps and travel guides. A WAITRESS in a sky-blue dress and apron steps up with a coffee pot and pours her a cup.

WAITRESS
Still trying to decide?

GARRETT
I can't tell whether I'd like to try the
Snowflake Inn on Route Six or the
Maple Leaf Lodge in Mahopac--it's
more expensive, but secluded.

The waitress shakes her head, smiles, taps at the menu open on the table.

GARRETT
I'm sorry--yes. The Country Breakfast
Special. Eggs sunnyside up.

(cont'd)

WAITRESS
Snowflake's closed for the season.
Maple Leaf's booked up. You won't
find much out here, it gets busy.

GARRETT
Isn't there anyplace I can go?

The waitress writes on her tablet, TEARS off a sheet and hands it to her.

WAITRESS
I wouldn't recommend this one, but you
try it if you're desperate.

Mrs. Garrett looks over the paper.

GARRETT
Is there anything wrong with it?

WAITRESS
Remember the Berkeley Riots?

Mrs. Garrett shrugs.

WAITRESS
I was there. Daycare compared to
this joint.


EXT. SCHOOL DRIVEWAY

Mrs. Garrett drives up past a sign reading EASTLAND SCHOOL FOR GIRLS--Molding Young Minds For Excellence. She slowly pulls up to an old spacious building with ivy vines draped around its antiquated architecture. She gets out and stares at the wide
green campus. She then strides up to the main entrance.

INT. HEADMASTER'S OFFICE

At a large oak desk, a 40-something man with a bad hairpiece, MR. PARKER, pulls a liquor bottle from one of the drawers and pours himself a shot. Shaking heavily, he takes a feverish swig when Mrs. Garrett enters. He quickly sticks the bottle back in
the drawer.

PARKER
Er--may I help you?

GARRETT
I was actually looking for a motor
lodge, but I think I got lost.

PARKER
This is a private school for girls. I'm
not sure if you'd find the accommodations
to your liking.

GARRETT
I should just head back out. I'm sorry
to have bothered you.

She turns to leave. Parker rises and follows.

PARKER
If you don't mind, I'd be happy to show
you around the facilities.

He holds out her hand to shake. She does heartily.

PARKER
Charles Parker. Headmaster of
Eastland School.

GARRETT
Edna Garrett. Former housekeeper
of Park Avenue.

He adjusts his hairpiece with a nudge. They exit.

(cont'd)

good...

I know what you're thinking--"But Greg, Mr. BRADLEY was the one who adjusted his hairpiece all the time!! Mr. Parker didn't have one!!" I was thinking about that, and I decided when I first wrote this a few years ago, I'd stick with Mr. Parker because most people were more familiar with him and he was around a lot longer, even though Mr. Bradley was most known for the hairpiece-nudging gestures. In a t.v.-based movie, you can get away with things like this. Mr. Parker wasn't really known for too many quirks other than that he drove Mrs. Garrett crazy a lot. These things add to the character even though they aren't strictly adhering to the original series.

INT. HALLWAY

They stroll past empty classrooms as Parker points and gestures.

PARKER
For the past century Eastland has
carried on the noble tradition of
nurturing and developing young
women to become productive and
well-rounded citizens of the new
millenium, and...

She stops, stares curiously at a room with a sign reading
RECREATION HALL.

PARKER
Nothing in there. Come, let me
show you our library.

She hustles back to him. They amble on. She glances back.

PARKER
In the Eastland School Library, we
have works of the finest literary giants
in history--Shakespeare, Dickens, John
Steinbeck--which provide our students
with a plethora of knowledge--

GARRETT
Excuse me, but I need to use the little
girls' room.

She turns to exit.

PARKER
Sure. Two doors down to your left.
Hurry back, I'm about to show you
our revolutionary improvements on
the Dewey Decimal System.

She pokes her head over an adjoining corridor. She hurries down the hall, approaches the RECREATION HALL. Flings open the door--

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
I know what you're thinking--"But Greg, Mr. BRADLEY was the one who adjusted his hairpiece all the time!! Mr. Parker didn't have one!!"

I hate to spilt hairs (no pun intened) But the headmaster who adjusted his hairpiece all the time was the one who was between Mr. Bradley and Mr. Parker. I can't remember his name right now but as far as I know the only time he was showen was in the 2nd season episode where Mrs. G gets her eyes "diluted" and Tootie thinks Mrs. G is drunk.

Originally posted by Ryanmo97


I hate to spilt hairs (no pun intened) But the headmaster who adjusted his hairpiece all the time was the one who was between Mr. Bradley and Mr. Parker. I can't remember his name right now but as far as I know the only time he was showen was in the 2nd season episode where Mrs. G gets her eyes "diluted" and Tootie thinks Mrs. G is drunk.

I think his name was Mr. Harris. but great job anyways

Originally posted by Jo/Blair_fan


I think his name was Mr. Harris. but great job anyways

Pretty Sure your right 'bout that one Great Job!!!! Love the story:)

Originally posted by Ryanmo97


I hate to spilt hairs (no pun intened) But the headmaster who adjusted his hairpiece all the time was the one who was between Mr. Bradley and Mr. Parker. I can't remember his name right now but as far as I know the only time he was showen was in the 2nd season episode where Mrs. G gets her eyes "diluted" and Tootie thinks Mrs. G is drunk.

Actually, I think there were only two headmasters, but...(anyone know for sure??:confused: ) But btw, I like your avatar with Lisa, you look like Bun E. Carlos, the drummer for Cheap Trick!!!:cool:
Anyone notice how Lisa always wears that bubblegum-pink outfit?:cool: :cool:

INT. RECREATION HALL

The room floods with TEENAGE GIRLS in full party mode: card playing, pizzas, beer, smoking, even more than a handful of YOUNG MEN on hand. A LOUD BAND, fronted by a SCREECHING red-headed girl, MOLLY, 15, JAMS full-throttle in a corner. Many of the girls make out with the guys. One tall, dark-haired girl in tight shorts, NANCY, 16, paws and makes coy looks with one obviously interested BOY. A girl with long blonde hair and leather pants, SUE ANN, 16, and a tomboyish blonde in pigtails and a baseball cap, CINDY, 16, fling bras and panties onto the makeshift stage at the male DRUMMER. Mrs. Garrett drops her jaw in horror at what she sees.

GARRETT
Oh my God--

One butterscotch blonde girl in tight blue denim hot pants and midriff-showing top, BLAIR, 16, cavorts and necks with two GUYS on a sofa. In one hand she holds a lit cigarette, in the other, when not grabbing a guy, is a champagne glass. Mrs. Garrett stares at her when a chunky girl in shorts and a Shaun Cassidy tee-shirt, NATALIE, 15, strides up with a serving tray.

NATALIE
Welcome to Chateau Warner, where
the party never stops. My name is
Natalie, I'll be your server. How may
I take your order?

GARRETT
I would like to know where you
got alcohol!

NATALIE
The alcohol is compliments of the
house. Plus, the band brought
their own keg.

A young, 13-ish black girl in a school dress uniform and skates, TOOTIE, rolls up.

TOOTIE
Come on, Nat, I'm tired of drinking
root beer. When am I going to drink
the real stuff?

NATALIE
Hey--do you think you'd pass for sixteen?
Then keep quiet.

GARRETT
Girls--I would like to speak with the
adult in charge. Girls?

No one responds. The party still BUZZES.

GARRETT
I want it quiet!

Still LOUD. She steps up to Molly's microphone.

GARRETT
QUI--YET!

The party freezes in silence.

GARRETT
That's better. Who's the adult in charge?

Blair rises, stalks over to her.

BLAIR
I am.

GARRETT
You? You're hardly out of your
training bra, honey. I want to
speak to a real adult.

BLAIR
The name's Blair Warner, daughter of
David Warner the Third, See-EE-Oh of
Warner Textiles. What gives you the
right to bust in on our party?

GARRETT
What gives you the right to
serve intoxicating beverages to
underage children?

BLAIR
That's for me to decide who's underage.
I brought back some wine from the finest
vineyards in France last year, where
there's no legal age limit--as far as I know.

GARRETT
Welcome to America, baby.

She pinches Blair's cheek. Tootie staggers up, looks at them groggily.

NATALIE
Tootie, what's wrong?

TOOTIE
Blair, I got some good news and some
bad news. The bad news is that I had
a little of your wine and I, uh...got a
little sick.

BLAIR
What's the good news?

TOOTIE
Not to worry. You know that light
orange dress of yours? I used that to
clean it up.

Blair's face turns ashen.

BLAIR
My peach organza...?

Everyone stares at Blair's deathly expression.

GARRETT
Blair--?

Blair tenses up, then trembles and shakes. She emits a faint WHINE.

NATALIE
Hit the deck, she's gonna blow!

Everyone stampedes for cover.

GARRETT
Blair!

Natalie tugs Mrs. Garrett away. Blair's face turns beet red with dapples of perspiration. Her TEETH GRIND.

BLAIR
NO--!

Her SHRIEK ECHOES throughout the room and through

SERIES OF SHOTS

INT. HALL

EXT. SCHOOL

EXT. GROUNDS

SHOTS OF BIRDS scattering in flight

SATELLITE PHOTO OF UPSTATE NEW YORK

BACK TO SCENE

Mrs. Garrett holds Blair, who stares on vacantly. Mr Parker enters.

This is great! Keep it up!

Headmasters/mistresses in order..

1.) Mr. Crocker(headmaster in the pilot...he kinda scared me..)
2.)Mr. Bradley(first season headmaster)
3.)Mr. HARRIS (the one that, "wears a rug" as Jo so eloquently put it)
4.) Mr. Parker(the one that's best known-seasons 3-8)
5.) Blair Warner

I'm actually not sure if there was one between Mr. Parker and Blair...I'll have to watch "The beginning of the end" and "The beginning of the beginning" again.

btw, good story

Post more. This is good.

Originally posted by MrsGarrettRocksMySocks
Headmasters/mistresses in order..

1.) Mr. Crocker(headmaster in the pilot...he kinda scared me..)
2.)Mr. Bradley(first season headmaster)
3.)Mr. HARRIS (the one that, "wears a rug" as Jo so eloquently put it)
4.) Mr. Parker(the one that's best known-seasons 3-8)
5.) Blair Warner

I'm actually not sure if there was one between Mr. Parker and Blair...I'll have to watch "The beginning of the end" and "The beginning of the beginning" again.

btw, good story

Can't believe there were so many headmasters and a headmistress!! (Almost forgot Blair was the last one...):eek:
You guys know your FOL trivia!!!

PARKER
There you are, Missus Garrett. I see
that you've met Blair.

GARRETT
Mister Parker, are you aware of what's
going on here?

PARKER
Er--I apologize for the proceedings.
You see, ever since the last house
mother took an extended leave--

GIRLS (IN UNISON)
She quit!

He jerks his collar.

PARKER
Was a victim of downsizing--

GIRLS
She quit!

PARKER
Was terminated--

GIRLS
She quit!

PARKER
So she quit! She quit due to
medical reasons--she was so
sick and stressed out by all of
you she had a nervous breakdown!

The girls GASP and stare in shock.

PARKER
But she does send you her love in a
beautiful card on hospital stationery.
The prozak is doing wonders and she
is finally mastering the spork.

The girls resound with an AWW of sympathy.

GARRETT
Mister Parker, I just came from a
problem situation in the big city, and
I don't know if I am duly qualified to
handle a group this size, but if I were
to submit my resume by next--

PARKER
You're hired!

GARRETT
You--really want me?

MOLLY
Sure. We were getting sick of
Natalie's cooking.

NATALIE
Hey--is it really my fault the lard in
for the oatmeal is four months past
the expiration date?

PARKER
Tootie, show Missus Garrett to her
new room--after you take Blair to hers.

Blair continues to stare vacantly as Tootie leads her away.

GARRETT
Well, girls, I just want to say how
honored I am to be your new house
mother. Now if we can just clean up
this mess--

BOY
But, like, where do we find the brooms
and stuff?

GARRETT
Boys--out! Now!

They bolt out the exit. The girls MOAN.

GARRETT
Rule number one: No boys here without
permission. Rule number two--no
complaining about rule number one.

The girls take out brooms and cleaning supplies from the closet,
MUTTERING in discontent.

GARRETT
And after we get this place all tidied
up, we can have a special hour of
entertainment I call "Family Fun Time"
--with homemade taffy and Ovaltine!

The girls MOAN in contempt.

cool!

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
PARKER
But she does send you her love in a
beautiful card on hospital stationery.
The prozak is doing wonders and she
is finally mastering the spork.

:rotflmao: This is great!

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
GARRETT
And after we get this place all tidied
up, we can have a special hour of
entertainment I call "Family Fun Time"

:lol: :happyface Thats hilarious! "Family Fun Time":lol: :happyface

I'm confused,is this a Differen't Strokes /Facts of Life Crossover
or has the story title just thrown me off,
Can you please explain?:confused:

No, this isn't a "Diff'rent Strokes" /FOL crossover, this is to show how Mrs. Garrett went from where she was before to where she is now. This story IS going somewhere, and I'd write more but this computers freaking out...

The girls sweep, mop, dust, and clean up the recreation room. Their faces are gloomier than a thunderhead in summer. Mrs. Garrett sets up a t.v. set with a VCR and pops in a tape. Nancy and Sue Ann exchange mischievous grins.

GARRETT
That's enough for now, girls! Time for a
movie break!

The girls drop what they are doing and grab leftover snacks and beverages from the table and counters, hunker around the t.v. set. They WOOOOO enthusiastically when buff, lean and shirtless bodies of YOUNG COLLEGE AGE MEN strut about the screen, smiling seductively.

VIDEO ANNOUNCER (V.O)
Feast your eyes on the finest men's swim
team Langley College has to offer...

Mrs. Garrett's jaw drops in shock. She then ogles at the screen,
fans herself with a pillow.

Credit sequence begin as THEME MUSIC springs up.

GIRLS (SING OVER)
There's a place you gotta go
For all the learning that you need to know
The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life

SERIES OF SHOTS

The girls hustle-bustling about the campus with brooms, cleaning supplies, trash bags.

GARRETT(SINGS OVER)
When books are what you're there about
But looks are what you care about
The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life

INT. BATHROOM

Blair, Sue Ann, and the other girls cram before a full length mirror, vigorously combing and brushing hair, applying lipstick, make-up, and acne cream to their faces.

GARRETT (SINGS OVER)
When the boys you hate, you date
You'd best investigate
The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life

EXT. RECREATION ROOM DOOR
Two PUNK-ROCK TEEN BOYS in colored mohawks, leather and studs enter the door to meet two smiling GIRLS. After the door closes, it re-opens with the two boys tumbling out into the bushes
as Mrs. Garrett glares and slaps her hands together.

GIRLS (SING OVER)
When the world seems
Not to be living up to your dreams
That's when you're finding out the Facts of Life
are all about you, you--hoo-oo.

Yeah, I know the last scene seems to borrow a bit from Married...With Children. But I thought it seemed fitting. And pardon me if I don't have the words right to the theme song, I wrote this BEFORE I found out about the site and the theme song threads.

:rant:

great job!

INT. BLAIR'S ROOM - NEXT DAY

In a fancy brass bed with large oak wardrobes on either side, Blair lies asleep with a damp compress on her head. The door opens and in steps Mrs. Garrett holding a glass of orange juice in one hand and a large white box in the other arm. She sets the box down on the table next to the bed adjusts the compress on Blair's forehead. Blair stirs.

GARRETT
Morning, Blair.

BLAIR
Mm--Missus Garrett?

GARRETT
Feeling better?

Blair nods weakly.

GARRETT
I know we may have gotten off
on the wrong foot, but I thought
I'd make it up to you.

She hands Blair the box. Blair opens it. Inside is an elegant melon colored dress. Blair GASPS.

BLAIR
My peach organza!

GARRETT
I bought you a new one.

BLAIR
Missus Garrett, thank you! I'm
sorry if I came off a little rude and
pushy yesterday. I admit that as
a textile magnate's daughter, I tend
to act like I get my own way.

GARRETT
I've seen it before. But I see what's
inside a person, behind all that make-up
and rouge. There is a sweet, sensitive
girl deep down.

She takes the dress from Blair and hangs it up in the closet. She goes to the door, opens it and picks up a parcel from off the floor
o.s. She hands it to Blair.

GARRETT
Mail call from the Peekskill post office.
Texas post marks...

BLAIR
A little something from my daddy's
company. How they love me
down there. Thank you, Missus
Garrett.

GARRETT
You're so welcome, Blair. If there's
anything you need, just ask.

Mrs. Garrett exits. Blair takes a sip from her glass and tears the paper wrapping off the parcel. Nancy, Cindy, Sue Ann, and Tootie enter.

SUE ANN
I saw Missus Garrett come in with
a package.

BLAIR
And a glass of orange juice. Which
needs a little something.

Blair pulls out a bottle of tequila from the dresser and pours a copious amount in the glass. Takes a huge gulp.

BLAIR
Yessiree, I've got that woman wrapped
around my finger. No need to worry
about our two-four-seven party zone
when Blair Warner's in the house.

The girls AD LIB yeah, you got that right, etc. as Blair opens the box and pulls out a variety of exotic lingerie and fetish wear, passes them out to all but Tootie. They AD LIB thanks, etc.

BLAIR
Amazing what a forged signature and
a parent's credit card will get you.

Tootie picks up one black garment.

TOOTIE
Hey, this is kinky!

She examines the tag.

TOOTIE
And this one's got instructions!

BLAIR
Time to go, Tootie. We don't want you
blabbing it to every girl on campus.

Blair takes the garment from her. Tootie gets up, heads for the door.

TOOTIE
What makes you think I'd tell?

SUE ANN
With those skates, you'd beat
Paul Revere's Midnight Ride.

NANCY
With this, I'd have my own midnight
ride with Roger.

cool

Pretty good

INT. CAFETERIA

Mrs. Garrett, carrying a clipboard, struts past tables and chairs glancing at the fire exinguisher, fire alarm and switch. Natalie follows her from behind, holding a menu sheet. Several GIRLS drift in and out.

NATALIE
Missus Garrett, I don't wish to
complain about the changes in
the menu, but wouldn't you agree
that pizza includes all the four major
food groups?

GARRETT
I'm sorry, Natalie, but I'm really busy.
Why not help me by moving chairs out
of the way of the fire extinguisher?

Nataleie goes to the fire extinguisher on the wall, pushes the chairs aside.

NATALIE
Do you want me to test the alarm?

GARRETT
Let 'er rip.

Natalie pulls the alarm switch. Immediately a BELL RINGS. GIRLS begin to fill the cafeteria.

GARRETT
(shouting)
Everyone exit out the side door!
Wait outside till I give the signal.

They do. Tootie enters from the bottom of the stairwell on skates.

GARRETT
Tootie, where are Blair, Nancy, Sue
Ann, and Cindy? We're having a
fire drill.

TOOTIE
Uh--I haven't seen them.

GARRETT
Where are they? I want them to
become familiar with safety procedures.

Mrs. Garrett paces about when Nancy, Cindy, and Sue Ann hurry down the stairwell, decked out in ravishing lingerie, then halt in midflight, slightly covering themselves with their hands and grinning sheepishly. Girls stop and stare, OOHING AND AHHING at their new hot looks. Mrs. Garrett freezes, eyeing them in suprise.

GARRETT
My, I didn't know you were--indisposed.
If I knew you were asleep, I wouldn't
have bothered you for a fire drill.

NANCY
Who could get any sleep in these?

She gives a sly CHUCKLE. Cindy gives her a SLAP and a discouraging look.

GARRETT
Where's Blair?

An approaching CLUMP-CLUMP sound is heard o.s. All eyes turn toward the steps as Blair finally struts down the stairwell, black leather fetishwear, lingerie, and hip boots. She wears a policeman's cap, aviatrix glasses with reflective lenses and brandishes a long jet-black whip. Everyone's jaws hit the floor while Nancy, Sue Ann and Cindy cringe, exchanging sheepish grins.

GARRETT
Blair! I'm glad to see you've
made a speedy recovery.

Mrs. Garrett turns to the other girls at the door as the fire alarm stops.

GARRETT
I'd like to commend you all on
your promptness and orderliness
during the fire drill--almost
all of you.

She shoots a sly glance of mock disapproval at Blair and the others. She and the rest of the girls disperse.

I dunno, does it seem a little "extreme" and risque to have the girls in lingerie, or is it just how you play the scene? Like not make it TOO suggestive or whatever...

Sue Ann leaves with Nancy and Cindy. Natalie and Tootie stare on in amazement at Blair's new adornments. A YOUNG MAN in faded blue denim jeans and jacket, wearing a motorcycle helmet and boots, enters and sets his bags down.

BLAIR
I'm going to try my new look out
on a willing participant.

NATALIE
How do you know he's willing?

BLAIR
Trust me. They're willing when
I'm willing.

Blair sexily saunters up to the young man, puts on sultry, saucy moves. She fluffs out her hair, nudges down the sunglasses and bats her eyelashes.

BLAIR
Hi. Like what you see?

The young man remains silent, stands there and folds his arms.

BLAIR
Is it that you're in total awe of my
gorgeousness that you're totally
speechless? Or that you're in no
mood for small talk?

She stands face to face with the young man, wraps her leg around his backside and clutches his shoulders. She leans into his visor.

BLAIR
Neither am I.

She clutches his backside and squeezes.

BLAIR
Why don't you park that big bike
next to my bed and keep my
motor humming?

She withdraws from him. He lifts off the helmet. Two long dark braids tumble out over the shoulders--he is a she! The three girls shrink back in astonishment. The denim-clad girl, JO, glares back, making a fist.

JO
Why don't I just park it up
your ass?

Mrs. Garrett returns.

GARRETT
Girls, I would like to introduce
you to a new student. Meet Jo
Polniaczek. Jo, this is Tootie,
Natalie, and Blair.

Tootie and Natalie AD LIB hi, hello, etc. cautiously. Blair stays quiet.

GARRETT
I'm sure you girls will have lots of
fun together--especially with the
party I've planned for this evening...

Natalie and Tootie roll their eyes and AD LIB oh brother, etc.

GARRETT
--To welcome Jo to our school! A
special way to make Jo feel at home!

Jo blushes and grins.

JO
No kidding? Thanks, Missus Gee!

GARRETT
You're quite welcome, Jo. Girls, take
Jo's bags up to Blair's room. You both
will make great roommates.

JO
I think I'm gonna like it here. With my
good buddy Blair.

She wraps her arm around Blair's shoulder and CHUCKLES. Blair begins to WHIMPER.

GARRETT
Jo, Blair's been feeling a little under
the weather. Would you mind helping
her to her room?

JO
No problem.

Mrs. Garrett leaves. The girls pick up Jo's bags. Jo moves her arm from Blair's shoulder and wraps it around her neck. She drags Blair toward the stairs.

JO
By the way, roomie, if you ever get in my
face like that again, I'll clean your carburator.
Got that?

Blair WHIMPERS again. Tootie and Natalie follow up with the bags.

NATALIE
(to Tootie)
She's a breath of fresh air.

JO
Same goes for you two.

NATALIE
My lips are sealed.

interesting...

INT. BLAIR'S ROOM - LATER THAT EVENING

Blair, in regular clothes, primps in front of the mirror with makeup
while Jo unpacks.

JO
When you go out on a date, do
you set a mirror across from you
and ask for a table for three?

BLAIR
I only go out with refined, upperclass
persons--those who reflect my most
excellent upbringing.

JO
Like I said--the mirror.

Blair sets down her makeup, faces Jo.

BLAIR
I can get any man I want. I wish I
could say the same for you.

JO
You want to make a bet on that?

BLAIR
I sure do--even though it's pointless
because I'd win hands down!

JO
Here's the plan then. Nine Pee-Em
Sir Swig-A-Lot Bar. I can make some
fake eye-dees. First one to land a man
wins. If I win, you buy me a Harly. And
the loser has to date this clown.

Jo pulls out a photo from a handbag. Blair looks at it and cringes.

BLAIR
Who--or what--is that?

CLOSE ON PHOTO

A curly-haired pudgy young man with a sinister leer and goofy grin
with one arm around Jo in a classy dress. The man wears a loud colored suit and points his finger at the camera like a gun.

BACK TO SCENE

JO
That's Roy. Friend from across town--
and I use the term "friend" loosely.
Prom photo from last year.

BLAIR
Prom?

JO
I didn't want to be seen alone like I
couldn't get a date. This picture was
taken a couple minutes before I socked
him for feeling me up.

BLAIR
How are we going to get there?

Jo holds up a piece of aluminum foil and a bent paper clip.

Having questions about this story so far: I put in the part in the previous segment about a "welcoming party for Jo" so I could make her more loyal to Mrs. Garrett while Blair would be "deceptive and treacherous" to Mrs. G so she could continue her reign as party queen of Eastland. I'm wondering where to put the party scene...:confused:

And also, I'm not sure if I wrote out this "bet" thing properly. Jo gets something if she wins, but what does Blair get? The loser has to go out with Roy, but there has to be more incentive than that to win...

EXT. BAR - NIGHT

An orange van with EASTLAND SCHOOL FOR GIRLS on the side pulls up through the crowded parking lot, BANGS into a few cars while trying to park. Once at a complete stop, the side door
of the truck opens and a huge cloud of smoke billows out. Jo, wearing a black leather jacket, pants and boots, steps out, COUGHING and waving off the fumes. Blair, in a bright-colored miniskirt and open-toed shoes with heels, climbs out behind her.

JO
I've never inhaled so much patchoulli
incense since Christmas Mass!

BLAIR
The inside of the van stank!
I think one of the girls left a pepperoni
pizza slice under the seat.

JO
Now that we're here, just play it
cool and don't get carried away.
Just be loose.

BLAIR
Loose. That's right. Loose.

Blair begins to shake and shrug, sauntering and strutting. She HUFFS and PUFFS, gyrating and undulating exaggeratedly.

BLAIR
Loose...I am so loose!

Jo SLAPS her.

JO
All right, knock it off!

Blair does. They head for the entrance.

JO
Now just relax. He just glance at
your eye-dee and you're in.

INT. BAR

Blair and Jo step up to the brawny I.D. CHECKER who sits at the door reading a guy-type magazine. Jo hands him her I.D. He glances at it with a GRUNT, hands it back to her and returns to his reading. She steps past him and pauses. Blair hands him her I.D. He scans it for a second and hands it back to her. He continues to read his magazine. Blair taps him on the shoulder.

BLAIR
Did my photo--my Dee-Em-Vee
photo--really do justice to me?

Jo cringes.

CHECKER
What?

BLAIR
Does my honey blonde hair come
across more as a light redhead?

Jo paces about and eyes him nervously as Blair passes the I.D. card back to him. He sits back, puts his finger to his lips.

CHECKER
You know, your hair seems to be
kind of a more goldenrod with little
wisps of auburn--at least in this light.
Are those eyes hazel or chestnut?

Blair gushes, TITTERS coyly and flips her hair tresses back as he gives her back the I.D. card.

JO
Come on, Blair, let's go check the
mirror in the ladies' room and
find out.

She tugs Blair into the bar. They sit down at a table.

JO
I can't believe how close we came
to getting busted, no thanks to you.

BLAIR
He's mine!

hmm..I'm anxious to read more...

A waitress arrives with a tray, sets down glasses of ice water.

WAITRESS
What can I get you two?

JO
Em-Gee-Dee in a glass.

BLAIR
Je voudrais une verre de vin
rouge Cabernet, s'il vous plait.

WAITRESS
Uh--you want fries with that?

Blair looks up, startled.

BLAIR
I'm sorry. What would you
recommend?

WAITRESS
Gentleman at the other table wants
to give you an Ecstatic Scream.

Blair, sipping on her ice water, GAGS and sprays the table.

BLAIR
He--he does?

JO
It's a drink, Blair.

BLAIR
Oh. I knew that.

WAITRESS
I'll give you one on the house.
See how you like it.

She leaves.

BLAIR
Blair--two, Jo--zero. This is my
lucky night.

She rises and heads for the table in the b.g. where a snappy dressed man, MEL, sits. Jo sips her ice water when a dapper 30-something guy, BEN, sits down next to her.

BEN
Hi.

JO
Hi.

BEN
You with anyone?

JO
Except for my friend, who's
pawing some guy's wallet
back there, no.

BEN
May I buy you a drink?

She takes a sip of her ice water.

JO
My ice water's fine.

The waitress returns, sets down her glass of beer and Blair's free drink in front of them.

JO
Don't look a gift beer in the
glass, I guess.

She CHUCKLES nervously. He puts his arm around her chair.

BEN
So what brings you to a rinky-dink
place like this?

JO
The band. I came to see the band.

BEN
I thought there was only a dee-jay.

JO
Oh--right. Right. That's what I meant.

He takes a drink and sets his glass down.

BEN
You know--what was your name again?

JO
Jo.

BEN
You know, Jo, I've got this little problem
my wife doesn't understand.

He tightens his grip around her chair. She tenses up, glances back at Blair.

ohhhhhhh...."There's gonna be trouubbbbbbbbblllllleeeeeeee!"

CUT TO:

BLAIR'S TABLE, where she and Mel YUCK IT UP.

MEL
Ha-ha, and the priest goes to the
bartender, "that was no penguin--
that was my wife!" Ha-ha!

Blair LAUGHS OUT LOUD, then stops, gives a puzzled expression at this. She then stares at Jo and her man's overtures.

BLAIR
Uh--let's dance.

She pulls Mel up and leads him to the dance floor. The MUSIC GETS LIVELY and they swing into a frenzied, tawdry routine. She thrusts herself onto her partner and grabs him by the waist.

BLAIR
Kiss me! Now!

MEL
Are you gonna bite my lips off?

She pulls his face to hers and inhales his lips. Jo, seeing this, does the same to her man. Two women, DENIECE and JULIE, walk in and stop dead in their tracks, gawking at these scenarios.

DENIECE
Mel!

JULIE
Ben!

They hurry over to the two men, who tear themselves away from Blair and Jo. The men flash police badges to the two girls, who look on horrified.

MEL
You're both under arrest!

BEN
Underage at a tavern, being
served alcohol--you two are
in big trouble!

Natalie and Tootie enter.

Hey! I saw you hitting on
our friends!

The two women recoil in horror and outrage, GASPING with their mouths agape.

JULIE
Hitting on underage girls?
Why, you sick snake!

DENIECE
I should have seen it coming!
The moment my back is turned--

MEL
Hey, she threw herself on me!

BEN
Same here!

TOOTIE
You can't talk that way about
our friends!

Tootie pours a pitcher of beer over Ben's head.

BEN
That's it--you're all under arrest!

BAR PATRON
You're gonna arrest all of us?

BEN
No, I meant--

The patron takes a swing and KNOCKS Ben in the jaw. He flings over backwards, landing into other CUSTOMERS. A huge MELEE
erupts from the chain reaction, with arms, glassware, etc., flying everywhere. The girls duck out of the way and sprint out the exit.

Is this a little TOO much like the "New Girl" episode?:confused:

super!

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
Is this a little TOO much like the "New Girl" episode?:confused:
Kinda yes and no. Great job though

EXT. PARKING LOT

The four girls rush out to the van, checking back for their pursuers.

EXT./INT. VAN

Jo hops in the driver's seat while Blair climbs in the passenger seat. Natalie and Tootie huddle in the back.

JO
Last time I scope for guys there.

BLAIR
Hurry up, they'll be on us in
no time!

JO
Fasten your seat belts, 'cause
we're gonna fly.

Blair and Jo do. She works the hotwire in the ignition. The van RUMBLES to life and tears down the street. Mel and Ben sprint out of the bar, watch them leave. They leap into their police cars.

EXT./INT. POLICE CAR

Ben picks up handset.

BEN
Unit One-Seven-Nine in pursuit of
a stolen school van on Highway Eight.
Occupants high school age girls.
Request backup.

oooooooooooooooo.....goshness can the world handle that much goodness?!;)

Originally posted by MrsGarrettRocksMySocks
oooooooooooooooo.....goshness can the world handle that much goodness?!;)

Prolly not...but we're gonna try!!!!:D

The police car shoots down the road, its red lights spinning and SIREN HOWLING, after the renegade van. Cars pull over to the side of the road as the chase ensues.

EXT./INT. VAN
Natalie leaps up to the front.

NATALIE
Jo, you're gonna get us killed!

JO
Not to worry, Nat, I've played enough
Pole Position Racecar games at the
arcade games to know what I'm doing.

BLAIR
Jo--slow down--this isn't funny anymore.

Jo glares at her.

JO
Look--you wanna take the wheel
yourself? Then clam up.

She looks back at the road, her eyes grow wide.

CUT TO

EXT. SNACK SHOP LOT (JO'S P.O.V.)

A huge inflatable pig with a jolly grin and a sign reading
DOUGHNUT TASTE YUMMY stands several feet away holding up a plastic doughnut and coffee cup. The van bears down on it fast.

NATALIE
Jo--look out!

The van SCREECHES into the puffed-up pig, BURSTS it into a pile of flattened plastic. It covers the van and reveals a dozen police cars from behind. They flash their high-beams while a troop of OFFICERS draw guns and flashlights. They stare in at the girls who look on in alarm.

TOOTIE
We are in trooouuubllle...

CUT TO:

They are in troubbbbbbbble all right

SFX - SNAPSHOT
CLOSE ON POLICE MUG SHOT of Jo, shooting a cold scowl.

SFX - SNAPSHOT
CLOSE ON MUG SHOT of Blair, with a glamor-pout, tossed hair in a freeze-frame.

SFX - SNAPSHOT
CLOSE ON MUG SHOT of Natalie, cocking her head sideways with a cheerful, cordial grin.

SFX - SNAPSHOT
CLOSE ON MUG SHOT of Tootie, snottily sticking out her tongue.

INT. POLICE STATION OFFICE - HOLDING CELL

Blair, Natalie, Tootie and Jo hover together behind the bars. Blair stand and clutches the cold steel slats, her sad dewy eyes pleading for some speck of justice. The pencil-pushing OFFICER at his desk holds up a crossword puzzle magazine, scribbles in it.

BLAIR
But--

He SLAMS the magazine down.

OFFICER
No! No, no, no! For the last
time, no! What part of no don't
you understand? NO!

BLAIR
But if we're really, really good
and don't--

OFFICER
Even if you were the most well-behaved
Crest kids with straight A's, you still
woudn't be getting beef Wellington or
chicken Kiev. You're in jail!

There is a beat.

BLAIR
When does the jacuzzi open?

The officer rises, marches over to the cell.

OFFICER
Look. You are my prisoners. You
are being punished for a crime. If
you are lucky, your rations will consist
of gruel and small servings of tripe.
Got that?

He returns to his desk.

TOOTIE
My parents are lawyers. They'll
get us out of this.

NATALIE
We're young and impressionable.
What's the worst they can do to us?

JO
Your choice, Lifebuoy or Ivory.

Natalie gapes, her face turning ablaze with shock, getting this.
Blair WHIMPERS.

:lol: cool

Mrs. Garrett arrives, steps up to the officer's desk.

GARRETT
Officer, I am here to pick up my
girls who allegedly have
been causing trouble at the Sir
Swig-A-Lot Bar and Grill.

OFFICER
When we get a hold of their
parents, then we'll let them
all out.

GARRETT
These girls are from Eastland
School. Their parents live miles
away, so as their housemother
I assume full responsibility.

OFFICER
Suit yourself.

He gets up and unlocks the cell. The girls step out and hug her.

JO
Thanks for springing us, Missus Gee.

GARRETT
Don't worry about a thing, girls. I'm
sure Mister Parker will be very
understanding and forgiving.


CUT TO

INT. PARKER'S OFFICE - NEXT DAY

A large, imposing, 50-ish woman with jet-black hair and a streak of silver, wearing a dark conservative dress, SADIE PENTWORTH, glares intently as she hovers over the girls sitting on a row of chairs against the wall. Mr. Parker and Mrs. Garrett stand by the
door, looking on grimly.

PENTWORTH
As head director of Eastland, I am
at a loss to explain to parents why
such an event occured, how to gain
their trust it won't happen again.

Mr. Parker steps up, giving his hairpiece a slight nudge.

PARKER
Mizz Pentworth, I know that what
these girls did was wrong, but they
are not incorrigible.

PENTWORTH
It starts with a few bad seeds. The
parents are threatening to cut off
funding if these four stay here. That is
why I am playing to send them to a
new housemother.

Mr. Parker and Mrs. Garrett watch in horror as a huge, intimidating
woman in a green uniform, IRENE, enters. The girls turn pale as she gives them a malevolent smile.

IRENE
Hello, girls--future inmates. Irene
Trettschler's the name. Misery's my
game. Let me officially welcome you
to Westshore Correctional School
for Girls.

cool!

She runs her fingers through Blair's hair.

IRENE
Such pretty, pretty hair. Too bad
we're gonna have to shave it all
off when winter comes for pillow
stuffin'.

Blair throws her hands on her head and WHIMPERS. Irene slinks over to Jo.

IRENE
I think I'm gonna like you a
lot, city girl. You think you're
tough? Try workin' in a
slaughterhouse for sixteen
hours makin' head cheese.

Irene turns to the other girls.

IRENE
And of course, that's gonna be
your vittles.

The girls SHUDDER. Irene goes to the door and opens it.

IRENE
Let me introduce you to your
new roommate, Donna.

Another burly woman with a cropped haircut and tattoos, DONNA,
enters with a swagger. She squints down at the frightened girls.

DONNA
You heard it from my main
girl Irene, here. You think you're
tough? Huh? You don't
know what tough is--until you've
chewed off a girl's hand!

She looks at Jo, who glances away.

DONNA
You there! Don't you look away
from me! You think you're tough?

She takes away the gold cross necklace from around Jo's neck.

DONNA
I took your cross. What are you
gonna do about it, call the nuns
over?

DONNA
It's yours.

DONNA
You're darn tootin' it's mine.

Donna lurks over to Blair.

DONNA
Well, lookie here, you prettified
piece of filth, what the hell are
you starin' at? Huh? Answer me!

Blair starts to CRY.

DONNA
Aw, damn it, I hate whiners! Damn
crybaby pantywaists! Go on, get out
of here!

Natalie, Tootie, even Jo, start to CRY.

DONNA
She-yit! All of you are a bunch of
big spineless sissies! Bedwetting
mama's girls, all of you! Cur-rim-ony!

PARKER
Now look here, I won't let you speak
to my girls in this tone! We do not use
such a confrontational approach at
Eastland!

good story so far! Keep writing! :)

cool!

WOW Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow WOW INFIENITY!

Pentworth, Irene, and Donna AD LIB LOUD ARGUMENTS with Mr. Parker. Mrs. Garrett opens the door and lets the girls out, raising her finger, indicating that they wait in the hall. She returns to the fray.

PENTWORTH
All right, all right!

The BICKERING ceases.

PENTWORTH
Regardless of the appropriateness
of these measures, the point is this.
You have four problem children.
Yes--children!

Mrs. Garrett and Mr. Parker open their mouths to interrupt. Pentworth silences them with a wave of her hand.

PENTWORTH
But I will be fair and give themselves
a chance to redeem themselves. If
these girls are not rehabilitated by
the review period at the end of the
next three months, they will be
remanded to reform school.

She turns to leave, then stops.

PENTWORTH
Eastland cannot afford to have
another scandal--it may be shut
down. And you will both lose
your jobs.

She exits with Irene and Donna, who flash evil grins to Mr. Parker and Mrs. Garrett. The shaken headmaster and housemother exchange fearful glances.

wooooooooooooooooow!

Originally posted by MrsGarrettRocksMySocks
wooooooooooooooooow!

This is getting good Post MORE SOON!

INT. SCHOOL KITCHEN - NEXT DAY

Blair, Jo, Natalie, and Tootie, dressed in grubbies, sit on the floor with buckets of water and cleaners, scrubbing the floor with toothbrushes.

BLAIR
This is so--undignifying! I can't
be seen doing such menial tasks!

TOOTIE
I think that's why Missus Garrett
shut the doors on us.

Mrs. Garrett enters, holding a newspaper.

GARRETT
Before you girls think I'm being
too harsh on you, I want to remind
you of what I've had to deal with.

She holds up the front page of the newspaper with the headlines:
PARENTS BESIEGE PRIVATE SCHOOL OVER WAYWARD STUDENTS with photos of the girls, as well as Mr. Parker adjusting his hairpiece in front of the school.

GARRETT
Your "fun" has nearly cost the school
nearly any further funding. Parents
have been calling in threatening to
withdraw their daughters all thanks
to you four.

The girls look downward, ashamed.

GARRETT
But I'm going to do everything in
my power to make you into the
most upstanding students on
campus. The school sinks and
floats with you.

She SMACKS the paper down hard, making the girls jump.

GARRETT
I'm not doing to be a mean old
witch--and not because of that
Pentworth's threats of reform
school. It's because I believe in
you. This is your future--
you're growing up too fast, and
you think you're mature enough
to make your own decisions--but
you're dead wrong!

TOOTIE
We're sorry, Missus Garrett, we give
you our word we won't do it again.

GARRETT
You're right--because I won't let you.
Put those buckets away and wash up.
I've got another task for you to do.


INT. CAFETERIA

The room fills up with GIRLS in uniform. Natalie and Tootie finish setting plates and silverware on the tables. Blair and Jo, wearing
hairnets, plastic gloves and aprons, stand behind serving counters spooning out food to the girls' trays as they pass through the line. Sue Ann steps up, looks at her portion with distaste.

SUE ANN
Ugh, that slop looks like someone
hurled in that pan.:barf:

BLAIR
Sue Ann, I made the otameal.
And I make fantastic oatmeal.

SUE ANN
Ugh, it looks like Blair hurled
in that pan!

Blair, steaming beet red, lifts up the oatmeal pan, lunges it toward Sue Ann. Jo grabs Blair's arm.

JO
Blair, don't! Missus Gee's looking
at us.

SUE ANN
What's the matter, Blair? Are you
gonna let that grease monkey fight
your battles for you?

JO
Okay, she's gone.

Blair lifts the pan up and dumps the entire batch of oatmeal over Sue Ann's head.

SUE ANN
Warner, that was so lame!
You've acted like such a snotty
twerp ever since you hooked up
with that junior felon from the Bronx!

Jo shoots Sue Ann a cold look, then squeezes an orange into her face. Sue Ann clutches her eye and falls back, COLLIDING into another student. The accident starts a chain reaction which erupts into a food fight--milk, eggs, etc., fly everywhere as the girls SHOUT AND CHEER. Tootie and Natalie duck under the table.

NATALIE
I think this is going to be a
regular occurance.

Mrs. Garrett emerges from the kitchen door, carrying a tray of toaster pastries. The melee immediately stops as the girls resume eating.

GARRETT
Good news! Pop-Tarts for
everyone!

She stands still, stares at the disheveled room.

GARRETT
My, but you girls have such
atrocious table manners!

:lol: coolness!