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This week's Sketch War topic was "Haunted House"; I decided to write a sequel to this sketch.
Friday Sketch War Haunted House Edition "Frank Defeats the Ghost of Pure Evil" [In case there is any doubt: yes, this is a cartoon.] FADE IN: TITLE CARD: "Frank Defeats the Ghost of Pure Evil" INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT FRANK, a cat, sleeps in his basket. He wears a collar with a name tag attached. He also wears a cat-sized jester's costume. With bells. He is not happy about this. The basket sits next to a sofa with high armrests, and his large water bowl sits next to the basket. HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS fill the living room! A fake skeleton leans against one wall. A giant bowl of candy sits on an end table by the front door. A large ficus tree is done up with orange lights. Orange and black candles provide eerie light. Frank drifts off to sleep. Nearby, OLIVE (30s) holds a large drink and talks on her cell phone. OLIVE I know! A Halloween party! And Frank has his own precious costume. Olive exits, still talking. OLIVE (O.S.) Both senior VPs are bringing their kids. CLOSE ON FRANK A chill wind blows through the room, but Frank doesn't quite wake up. OLIVE (O.S.) I bought so much candy. And then, out of nowhere, a FAINT BUT TERRIFYING HOWL. Frank stirs, still asleep. OLIVE (O.S.) Uh-huh. Another, LOUDER HOWL. OLIVE (O.S.) Uh-huh. Frank stirs himself awake. He looks around groggily. We PULL BACK to REVEAL: THE GHOST OF PURE EVIL A ghostly monster, about a foot tall, drifting through the living room, HOWLING with evil glee! Frank is wide awake now. OLIVE (O.S.) I know. I call it "schmooze ertainment." The ghost approaches the ficus, and reaches INTO it with his ghostly hand. The ficus suddenly SHRIVELS and DIES! The ghost CHUCKLES contentedly. OLIVE (O.S.) Exactly. Dinner parties are where a woman like me can thrive. After a few seconds of strenuous effort, the ghost successfully yanks his hand free from the tree. Frank jumps to his feet, afraid. The little bells on his costume JINGLE. The ghost WHIPS HIS HEAD AROUND at Frank! OLIVE (O.S.) A new wine bar? Do tell! The ghost chases Frank around the room! OLIVE (O.S.) Oh, that's just Frank, running around again. Frank jumps at the front door and frantically scratches at it as the ghost gets closer, closer, closer.... OLIVE (O.S.) You can't go out, Frank! At the LAST SECOND, Frank darts under the ghost and hides... UNDER THE SOFA ... where he flattens himself to the floor and scans the room repeatedly. OLIVE (O.S.) I picked a jester, 'cos it's silly, just like Frank! Then, just as soon as he feels kind-of okay... ... the GHOST emerges through the bottom of the sofa! LIVING ROOM Frank runs out again, the ghost following steadily behind. OLIVE (O.S.) One second, Tiffany. Olive STOMPS into the living room carrying a water pistol. OLIVE Frank, what are you doing? The ghost turns. Sees Olive. SMILES. Frank looks at Olive. Frank stares dead at the ghost, like a dog pointing. OLIVE What are you looking at, Frank? Oh, crap. She doesn't see the ghost. Back to the phone: OLIVE They are going to love the decorations. The ghost approaches Olive. Closer. Closer. Then... Frank jumps in between them! He makes a ruckus to get the ghost's attention. It works! The ghost looks at Frank instead of Olive! Then Frank piles into the skeleton, which clatters to the floor. OLIVE Oh, no. Frank lies there, a bit dazed, as the ghost closes in. Then, just as the ghost is almost touching him... OLIVE BAD KITTY! Olive squirts the water pistol at Frank and exits. Frank winces at the spray, and then sees: The GHOST, slumping away in pain, with a STREAM OF FIRE burning STRAIGHT THROUGH IT where the water passed through. The fire smolders a bit and goes out. The ghost turns around and looks at Frank. Pissed. Off. OLIVE (O.S.) I'll call you back. The chase begins in earnest now. The ghost was just toying with him before; now it's FAST. Frank runs across the room, desperately clambers up the sofa, and then... WAITS. He just sits there. The ghost appraoches. Stops. Grins. Saunters up to Frank. Reaches a hand INSIDE FRANK'S CHEST. Frank shudders. Does nothing for a long, long second. And then: Frank THROWS HIMSELF OFF THE SOFA. The ghost, unable to wrench his hand free, falls right with him. Frank lands on top of the ghost. The ghost lands in the big bowl of water. After a split-second: FOOM! An explosion of short-lived flames, and an unconscious, faintly-smoldering Frank flies across the room. Frank lands in the big bowl of candy. The end-table topples to the floor. Candy scatters everywhere, just as: The DOOR OPENS, revealing the PARTYGOERS and their CHILDREN, all in various costumes. CHILDREN Trick or treat! CHILD DRESSED AS A GHOST Ooooo! (It sounds a lot like the real ghost.) The children immediately gather up the mother lode of candy. CHILD #1 I got a candy bar! CHILD #2 I got a lollipop! CHILD #3 I got a dead kitty! Other children SCREAM at that. Everyone makes room for Frank. He's motionless. His singed jester's costume continues to smolder. Olive runs in. OLIVE One of the decorations must have caught fire -- Frank? No response. OLIVE Frank? And then: Frank rouses himself awake. CHILD #1 The cat that gave us candy is okay! CHILDREN Yay! OLIVE Oh, we'll have to get you out of this costume. Frank exudes relief. FADE TO: INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - LATER Frank is back at his basket, with a little bandage wrapped around one arm, as the dinner party, with Olive, the partygoers, and their kids, continues. Frank is drifting asleep as one of the kids approaches. CHILD #1 (whispers) Psst! The child drops a bit of salmon in front of the basket. CHILD #1 (whispers) Here's some salmon from the table, Mister Cat! The child wanders back to the crowd. Frank eats happily. CHILD DRESSED AS A GHOST Ooooo! Frank nudges something out from under him -- it's the water pistol! -- and into firing position. He points it here and there, eyeing the room warily. Then he falls back asleep. FADE OUT.
Mood: amused · Music: none