Father: We've been hearing her voice coming out of the walls like that all night. How did she get inside the walls? Specialist: She is not inside the walls. Mother: She isn't? Then where is she? Specialist: Well, you know when a pyramid gets to the top and it goes off in four different directions? That's where she is. Mother: I don't understand. She can't climb pyramids. She's just a little girl... Specialist: Well, you know when you trade in a tricycle for a go-cart? That's where your daughter is. Father: And how did the dog get inside the walls? Specialist: That's not where he is. You know when a dog is chasing a frisbee and it turns into a football? Father: You're talking nonsense. Specialist: Listen! There's not much time! Now, each of us starts out as a microdot. Then, if we're good microdots, we graduate into cartoons. If our cartoons have character, they survive into the three dimensional world we live in now. Your daughter's life may depend on you understanding this. We're in the third dimension. Three is between two and four. Do you understand? |
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© 2007, 2012. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Walls of Confusion
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