Phoebe (new show?)

[HIGH ENOUGH]

Hope ya'll like it!

(Phoebe's apartment. Phoebe is sitting on her couch, in front of a coffee table. She is holding her guitar, while a notebook is on the table. She strikes the guitar strings)

PHOEOBE (sining): Mama, why did you leave me? Killing yourself is a sin. Is it because of me? Or did you do it because you were stoned again? (she writes the lyric in the note book. Rachel enters.)

RACHEL: Hey, Pheebs. I need a favor.

PHOEBE: I'd like to help. I really would, but I don't to.

RACHEL: Oh, please? Monica, Chandler, Ross, Joey and me are going out to eat. Could you look after Emma?

PHOEBE: Alright. As long as she doesn't bug me. (Rachel makes a confused look and exits)

(Monica and Chander's apartment. All of them are in the kicthen. Rachel enters)

MONICA: Is she going to do it?

RACHEL: Yeah. I've got it planned out. I'll "mistakenly" take something of Emma's with me. I'll call Phoebe and tell her to come down and get it.

MONICA: Oh, I can't to see the look on her face. This is going to be the best surpise birthday party ever!

(THAT NIGHT)

(Phoebe's apartment. Emma is on the floor crying, while Phoebe is sitting on the couch.)

PHOEBE: I can't take it ANYMORE! (She storms into her bedroom. Emma stops crying. Phoebe re-enters.) Have I gone deaf? (She makes her way into the kictchen and opens one of the cabinets. Beer is full of it.) Nobody wants to celebrate my birthday with me, so I'll celebrate with myself.)

(LATER)

(Phoebe is drunk. She has Emma on the couch with her and is talking her.)

PHOEBE: And then, in high school, I sat this girls bike on fire because she called me crazy. I only had to stay in jail (thinks) a few nights. (The phone rings) Excuse me. (She, drunkingly, gets up and makes her to the phone. It takes her a while to pick it up because her vision is blury but she manages) Hello, Drunken Broads. This is Phoebe. How can I help you?

(An eating place.)

RACHEL: Pheebs. It's Rachel. I put something of Emma's in my purse and I was wondering if you couldn't come down here and pick it up.

(Phoebe's apartment)

PHOEBE: Ok, I'll be down there!

RACHEL (voice-over) : Ok, we're at 21.

PHOEBE: Bye. (She slams the phone down and turns to Emma.) Damn, you mother gets on my nerves!! I'm going to go down there and give them a pice of my mind! (She walks out the apartment, leaving Emma. She re-enters.) I don't think I'll get very far with out these. (She garbs keys off the counter, picks up Emma and exits)

(21. The gang is sitting at a table.)

MONICA: Rach, are you sure she's coming?

RACHEL: Yes!

JOEY: Well, she better hurry up because I think that woman is giving me the eye. (Ross looks at what Joey is looking at.)

ROSS: Joey, that's a man. (Phoebe enters, stumbling. She sees the table they are sitting at and walks to it.)

PHOEBE: I'm here.

RACHEL: Oh, no!

PHOEBE: Yes, 'tis I. Unwanted Phoebe.

CHANDLER: Rachel didn't mean it that way, Pheebs. When you showed up we were planning to run and hide. (Phoebe starts crying)

PHOEBE: Have you people no shame! I do everything for you. I baby-sit your brat!! I write you songs!! I helped you talk out your boring problems. I got problems, too!!

JOEY: You're telling me.

RACHEL: Where's Emma?

PHOEBE: In the car! Where did you think she was? Up your-

MONICA: Phoebe!!

PHOEBE: I'm going. But before I do! (She stumbles over to the table where a cake is.) Happy birthday, Phoebe! Why couldn't that cake have been for me?!?! (She looks at it more closely and reconizes it's for her.) You really love me?

RACHEL: Of course we do. (Hugs Pheebs. A police man enters.)

POILCEMAN: Is there a woman named Phoebe Buffet here?

PHOEBE: That's me!

(A jail cell. Phoebe is behind bars, with her guitar)

PHOEBE (singing): Locked away in this hell hole for parking in the middle of the road. Caused a traffic accident. I got sued. My life sucks. My life sucks.

THE END.

Please tell me if you want me to make this into a show or not. Thanks.

-Brandon.