In disguise
INT. THE PRANCING PONY - EVENING
THE PRANCING PONY is full: colorful folk from around the
Middle Earth get blustered. TWO TEENAGERS dressed as dwarves
walk into a bar and up to the bartender. One of them drops his
axe, quickly picks it up and puts against the bar.
THE FIRST TEENAGER
Hello, good man! I’d like a pint of beer.
THE SECOND TEENAGER
Me too.
BARTENDER
IDs.
Makes drinks, without looking at them points at the chalk
board with a list of peoples and appropriate drinking age of
each. THE TEENAGERS give their(fake) IDs to the bartender.
BARTENDER
(reads slowly)
Breandryn Bowlbert, 82… Eddryn Alebender, 78
THE FIRST TEENAGER (a bit nervous)
Yes, yes, that’s us… He’s Eddryn Alebender, and
I’m Breandryn Bowlbert.
BARTENDER and others laugh.
BARTENDER
Do you know those are female names? Eddr;n and
Breandr;n.
THE FIRST TEENAGER pushes the other one with an elbow.
THE SECOND TEENAGER
How could I’ve known! Next time you get those.
BARTENDER tears down their fake beards and hands them to THE
TEENAGERS.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
INT. THE PRANCING PONY – EVENING
TWO TEENAGERS dressed as elves walk into a bar and up to
THE BARTENDER.
THE FIRST TEENAGER
Good evening, good sir. I’d love a pint of your
finest beer.
THE SECOND TEENAGER
Me too.
BARTENDER (makes drinks, without looking
points at the chalk board)
IDs.
THE TEENAGERS give him their fake IDs. BARTENDER looks
skeptically at them.
BARTENDER (laughing)
Isilynor Pernelis, 9670… Vaeril Ravavaris, 8454
THE FIRST TEENAGER
What? (hopefully) Aren’t you gonna check with the …
(points at the chalk board reminder)
BARTENDER (laughing)
9670 years?!
THE FIRST TEENAGER (nervous but daring)
Yea, definitely old enough..
BARTENDER(interrupting)
9670 years?! Really?! Older than Lady Galadriel?!
(While tearing their glued ears off) What legendary elf lords
granted us with their presence!
BARTENDER hands them their fake ears. THE TEENAGERS do hair
flip and walk out of the bar.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
INT. THE PRANCING PONY – EVENING
TWO TEENAGERS dressed as hobbits walk into a bar and up to
THE BARTENDER.
THE FIRST TEENAGER
Good evening, good sir. We’d love two pints of beer.
THE SECOND TEENAGER
Yes.
BARTENDER (looking at them, smiling)
IDs.
THE TEENAGERS give him their fake IDs. BARTENDER looks at
them.
BARTENDER (laughing)
Well. Everything seems to be in order.
THE FIRST TEENAGER
Really?!
THE TEENAGERS jump on their seats in anticipation.
BARTENDER (while pouring beer)
Would you like chips with it?
THE FIRST TEENAGER (impatiently)
Oh, no, just beer.
A second later he realizes what he had said. His friend buries
his face in his hands and THE FIRST slightly bangs his head on
the table.
A very pleased BARTENDER takes a sip of their beer.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
INT. THE PRANCING PONY – EVENING
A NASGUL walks in and sits at the bar. BARTENDER taken aback
without a word pours him a drink. We see him drinking beer and
when camera goes down we see he has hairy feet of a hobbit
dangling not reaching the floor.
FADE OUT
THE END.
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