STORY SCRIPTINGS VOL. 2 #7
Short, Entertaining Scripts that are also Stories
By Thomas D. Nelson, Newspaper Official
In less than 2 pages
Fade in on an open park setting, where JOHN is manning a miniature grill. DANIEL sits nearby, angrily texting on his phone. JOHN flips one of the burgers, then turns to DANIEL.
JOHN: What a beautiful day for a barbeque, eh, son?
DANIEL: Shut up, Dad; I’m trying to focus.
JOHN: What are you focusing on? It’s a plastic brick.
DANIEL: It’s a phone, Dad, and I’m kinda in the middle of something.
(JOHN stares at DANIEL as he continues to text. Finally, JOHN snags DANIEL’s phone. DANIEL takes a second to realize)
HEY! DAD!! NOT COOL!!
JOHN: Sorry son, but the whole reason I brought us out here today is to spend time together as a family. And no plastic ‘pho-ehn’ is going to ruin our relationship.
JOHN: Faaaaamily time.
DANIEL: But Dad-
JOHN: FAMILY. TIME.
DANIEL: DAD! If this is ‘family time’, then where are Mom and Tierra?
JOHN: …Uh… your mother informed me that she did not want to… attend.
DANIEL: And Tierra?
JOHN: Your sister told me she would… and quote… ‘rather eat flaming garbage’.
DANIEL: Then why did I have to come?!
JOHN: Because I still have some authority as your father, Dan. That, and your mother and sister are much faster than you.
DANIEL: Ugh… fine… can I have a hot dog?
JOHN: Burgers only, Dan. Hot dogs are for weenies.
(Turning to DANIEL, very proud)
…Getit? Weenies? Hot dogs?
DANIEL: So can I have a hot dog?
JOHN: I didn’t bring hot dogs.
DANIEL: Dad, I helped you pack the food. I know we have a pack of hot dogs in the cooler.
(JOHN kicks the cooler over.)
JOHN: BURGERS. And you want medium rare, right, Dan-o?
DANIEL: I really wanted a hot dog-
JOHN: HERE YA GO!
(JOHN tosses DANIEL a small plate and a hamburger. DANIEL sighs.)
DANIEL: Can I at least have my phone back?
JOHN: No ‘pho-ehns’ until after lunch, son. You can get it out of the cooler when you’re done.
DANIEL: But Da-
(JOHN tosses Daniel’s phone into the cooler)
DAD!! THAT’S FULL OF WATER!!
JOHN: There’s a water fountain by the patio if you need a drink, Dan. Now try that burger!
DANIEL: (Outraged) Egh-… mergh-… UGH!!
(DANIEL takes a bite, then yelps)
AGH!! MY TOOTH!! AAAAAGH!! OWWWW!!
JOHN: What in- oh.
(JOHN looks at DANIEL’s burger)
Looks like I accidentally gave you a piece of charcoal in that bun instead of a burger. My bad, I’ll getcha a patty this time-
DANIEL: (Holding mouth, slurred) DAD!! I’M BLEEDETH!!
JOHN: Really son, spit that charcoal out, I can’t understand a thing you’re saying-
DANIEL: DAD, MY TOOTH ITH FALLENTH OUT!!
JOHN: Well, it must really want a burger-
DANIEL: DAD!! I NEED A HOTHPITAL!!
JOHN: Alright, alright. I just wanted to enjoy this barbeque for a bit longer-
(DANIEL flips the grill in anger, kicking the cooler right after. Pause)
Somebody isn’t getting their allowance this month.
DANIEL: I’M GONNETH TELL MOM!!
(DANIEL marches off. JOHN watches him exit, then sets the grill back up and begins tapping the charcoal with his spatula. Then, to a passerby:)
JOHN: Hey, kid. Want a hot dog?
PASSERBY: Uh- sure!
(The PASSERBY walks over. JOHN sets his hand on the PASSERBY’s shoulder.)
JOHN: Hello, new son.
(The PASSERBY doesn’t know how to react. THE END.)