I work at McDonalds, and we have recently started selling "McBites" (it's popcorn chicken) We sell chicken nuggets and chicken selects by the number (4 piece, 10 piece etc) but since bites are so small, we don't count them out, we just scoop them into what ever size box you pick. One day we were particularly busy and I had an especially long line, a man wanted to... Read More »
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Dinosaur Office
By
Kevin Corrigan, Caldwell Tanner and Brian Murphy
CRUDE, CRAYON-DRAWN TITLE CARD: DINOSAUR OFFICE
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Dinosaur Office. Rawr!
INT. DINOSAUR OFFICE
CRAIG, a triceratops, and TODD, a brontosaurus, hang out by
the water cooler. They speak like little kids doing dinosaur
impressions: All words are ROARED with the last word of each
sentence drawn out.
TODD
Hey Craig, how was your weekend?
CRAIG
I was going to plant azaleas, but
the soil was too damp. I went to
the hardware store instead. Just to browse.
TODD
I'm surprised you had that much
free time. I was here all weekend
finishing my quarterly report.
CRAIG
Oh no, the quarterly report! I
totally blanked. Terry is gonna
kill me.
A rumble is heard from off screen.
It continues in beats, getting louder each time. They shake
the water in the cooler.
TERRY, a T-Rex, violently crashes through the wall and
roars. Everything about him looks like he's out for blood.
He leans in as if to devour CRAIG and TODD then instantly
switches to a soft, timid tone. Terry is the only dinosaur
that doesn't speak in growls.
TERRY
Hey Craig, I noticed that your
report was absent from my desk this
morning.
Terry turns to Todd, politely.
TERRY
(aside)
Hi Todd, how are you?
TODD
I can't complain.
Back to Craig.
TERRY
Craig, do you have any idea what
could have happened with that?
CRAIG
I'm sorry, Terry. It slipped my
mind. I've been so busy with the
Q2-
TERRY
I know you've been working hard
lately, just get those reports to
me as soon as you can.
CRAIG
I'll get them to you by end of day.
TERRY
Sounds good. Hey, do you guys want
to grab an early lunch?
TODD
I brought leftovers. My wife made
too much lentil loaf.
CRAIG
I'm trying to lose weight now so I
can put it back on when I go on
vacation.
TERRY
Alright then. I guess I'll just
grab something around here.
A quiet beat. Then, suddenly a vicious animal, Terry TEARS
INTO Todd and eviscerates him. Craig wanders off-screen.
After a beat, Craig leans back into frame.
CRAIG
Did you want me to print this out
or send it via e-mail?
TERRY
Hm. Maybe both just to be safe.
Terry goes back to tearing Todd apart.
END.
| cast | |
| Sam Reich | |
| Kevin Corrigan | |
| Caldwell Tanner | |
| crew | |
| Director | Ben Joseph |
| Writer | Kevin Corrigan |
| Caldwell Tanner | |
| Brian Murphy | |
| Producer | Anu Valia |
| President of Original Content | Sam Reich |
| Executive Producer | Spencer Griffin |
| Director of Post Production | Michael Schaubach |
| Production Manager | Sam Sparks |
| Post Production Producer | Lacy Wittman |
| Production Office Coordinator | David Kerns |
| Animation | Buddy System Studios |
| Assistant Editor | Drew Nissen |
| Post Production Coordinator | Amanda Madden |
| Production Accountant | Christine Rodriguez |
| Assistant Production Accountant | Daniel Siegel |





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