STORY SCRIPTINGS VOL. 2 #7

Short, Entertaining Scripts that are also Stories

By Thomas D. Nelson, Newspaper Official

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CAST

DANIEL and

JOHN in…

Family Cookout

In less than 2 pages

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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.

DANIEL: But-

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.)