Ernie and Bert are Dead
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muchabstracted, I present fiction!
Title: Ernie and Bert are Dead
Fandom: Sesame Street/Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Rating: Absolutely inoffensive, unless you're offended by absence of plot
Scene 1
The curtain rises. COOKIE MONSTER is seated on a large chair in an elegantly appointed sitting room.
COOKIE: Oh, hello, this Alistair Cookie for Monsterpiece Theatre. Today we have cheerful story about murder, revenge and grouch named Hamlet. It named "Ernie and Bert are Dead".
The curtain falls.
Scene 2
The curtain rises on a blank, gray space separated from the audience by a waist-high gray barrier. ERNIE and BERT are standing behind the barrier. Both are wearing Elizabethan-style hats. BERT is removing coins from a bag and spinning them in the air. The coins fall on the barrier; ERNIE peers at each one, announces “heads,” and puts the coin in his own bag.
ERNIE: Heads. (He collects the coin from the barrier and adds it to his bag. Pause, as Bert tosses again.) Heads.
BERT: The laws of probability would suggest that if five Muppets… five Muppets tossed five coins… wait, we’re not on Square One. (He tosses another coin.)
ERNIE: What about Square One? I like Square One. Heads. (He takes the coin.)
BERT: I like Square One too. That’s not the point. (He tosses.)
ERNIE: Heads. Why are we talking about Square One anyway? (He collects the coin. His bag is looking full.)
BERT: Because we don’t have probability theory on Sesame Street. (He tosses. His bag is about empty.)
ERNIE: Maybe that’s why you always lose. Heads. (He takes the coin.)
BERT: I don’t think I like this game. (He shakes his bag out to find it empty.)
ERNIE: You know, it could be worse.
BERT: How?
ERNIE: We could be betting on your bottle-cap collection.
GROVER enters from stage left, wearing a red cape and pulling a cart of props.
GROVER: I am Grover, the one-monster acting troupe! I can perform tragedies (lifting a frowning mask before his face), comedies (with a smiling mask), murders (taking a sword from the prop cart and extending it towards BERT, who ducks), tales of pirates carrying off maidens, maidens carrying off pirates, pirates carrying off Chinese take-out, and there was something else… Oh yes. If you’re Bert (pointing to ERNIE) and you’re Ernie (pointing to BERT), I have a letter for you from Elsinore.
ERNIE: Where can we get some Chinese take-out?
BERT: How can we get the letter?
ERNIE: Who’s Elsinore?
GROVER turns in a melodramatic swirl of his cape and digs into the prop cart. Objects, including a powdered wig, a rubber duckie, a fortune cookie, a tuba and a suit of armor, go flying in all directions. At last GROVER stands, triumphantly waving a scroll tied in red ribbon.
GROVER: Here you go, Ernie, one letter. (He passes the scroll to BERT.)
ERNIE: Wait, I thought I was supposed to get the letter.
Ignoring ERNIE, BERT unrolls the scroll and reads.
BERT: ‘Dear Bert and Ernie, my son Hamlet’s been grouchy lately and I don’t know why. Please come to the palace and find out what’s wrong with him. Love and kisses, Queen Gertrude.’
ERNIE: Queen Gertrude? I thought the letter was from Elsinore.
The curtain drops.
Scene 3
When the curtain rises again, ERNIE and BERT are standing in a large throne room. Not far from them stands OSCAR THE GROUCH, wearing a black trashcan. The orange worm SLIMEY is sitting on his arm. ERNIE and BERT are staring at OSCAR, but OSCAR does not seem to see them.
OSCAR: (addressing SLIMEY) Count von Claudius doesn’t understand why I’m so grouchy lately. He took away all the trash that was rightfully mine. It isn’t fair.
SLIMEY: (squeaks in agreement and shakes his head)
OSCAR: Also, he killed my father.
A flourish. OSCAR leaves the room, stage left; at the same moment, the COUNT and MISS PIGGY enter, stage right. MISS PIGGY wears a jeweled crown. The COUNT is dressed as usual, with black cape and pointy collar; he is holding an extraordinary range of rather dirty items.
MISS PIGGY: Welcome to Elsinore, Bert (nodding to ERNIE) and Ernie (nodding to BERT). I am Queen Gertrude, and this is Count von Claudius, my new fiancé.
COUNT: One torn-up newspaper! Two sneakers with holes in the bottoms! Four empty sandwich bags! One bag with a moldy sandwich still in it! Eight pieces of trash! Ahahahaha! (Thunder cracks and lightning flashes just as the COUNT says “eight”.)
ERNIE: I’m afraid you’ve gotten that wrong. You see, I’m Ernie, and he’s Bert.
MISS PIGGY: (sheepishly) That’s what I said. Heh heh heh. Anyway, Bert –
ERNIE: That’s Ernie.
MISS PIGGY: Bert, we want you and your friend Ernie to investigate why Prince Hamlet is so grouchy lately.
BERT: Is Prince Hamlet a green fellow wearing a black trashcan?
MISS PIGGY: My son has not inherited my sense of style.
Curtain.
Scene 4
Curtain opens to show OSCAR standing on a balcony, staring glumly at a HAWK and a HANDSAW. A brass weathervane on the balcony is spinning; it stops at north-north-west for a moment, but ends up pointing southeast. ERNIE and BERT join OSCAR on the balcony.
BERT: Are you Prince Hamlet?
OSCAR: No, I’m a merchant from Venice.
ERNIE: Where’s Venice?
The weathervane spins back to north-north-west.
OSCAR: Of course I’m Prince Hamlet.
BERT: Prince Hamlet, we have a question for you.
ERNIE: We hear you’re having a bad month. We were wondering why that is.
OSCAR: Why am I having a bad month? You. have to ask why I’m having a bad month? Count von Claudius took away my trash. All of my lovely stinking trash. My whole foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
ERNIE: Well, maybe you don’t have to have a bad month.
BERT: Yeah, maybe we could do something to make your month better.
ERNIE: We were wondering if you’d like to put on a play.
OSCAR: (looking up from the hawk and handsaw) A play?
BERT: (looking at Ernie, startled) A play? We didn’t talk about a play.
ERNIE: We know this great actor, you see…
ERNIE whispers in OSCAR and BERT’s ears for a while. They look skeptical at first, but then seem to warm to whatever ERNIE is telling them. Curtain drops while ERNIE, OSCAR and BERT are still talking.
Scene 5
The curtain opens on a large theatre draped in red velvet and gilt; it is full. The audience includes a wide range of humans and Muppets. OSCAR, ERNIE and BERT sit together on the left side of the theatre in the front; MISS PIGGY and the COUNT sit together on the right. Two crotchety old Muppets, STATLER and WALDORF, sit in a high box. There is a FROG in the very back row; he is wearing a large hat, dark glasses and an exceedingly fake-looking mustache.
GROVER: (jumping onstage with a flourish) Today I shall perform a play for you that has nothing to do with anything at all. It’s about (swinging on a black cloak with a pointy collar) an evil count with a bad Transylvanian accent. He falls in love with a large-nosed queen— (doffing the cloak and stretching a pig-nose mask over his face)
MISS PIGGY: (stamping her foot) Hey!
GROVER: He falls in love with a beautiful queen with unparalleled fashion sense—
STATLER: (calling down from the balcony) Make up your mind!
WALDORF: (to STADLER) He doesn’t have a mind.
STATLER: That’s why he has to make it up!
(STATLER and WALDORF laugh.)
MISS PIGGY: (slightly mollified) Humph.
GROVER: But there is a problem. You see, the beautiful queen with unparalleled fashion sense is already married to (removing the pig-nose mask, and pulling on a shiny crown) a great and wise king. (Grover drops the crown on the stage, runs to the other side of the stage, and puts the black cloak back on.) So the evil count decides to kill the great and wise king. (GROVER lifts a plastic sword from the floor and runs across the stage screaming. When he reaches the crown, he stops abruptly, drops the cape and sword, lifts up the crown and puts it on.) No! You have killed me, evil count! AAAGH! (GROVER waves his arms and collapses. The crown falls off of his head. He gets up immediately and puts the cloak back on.) Hurrah! The king is dead! Now I can marry Gertrude.
MISS PIGGY stamps her foot harder this time.
GROVER: I mean the beautiful queen with unparalleled fashion sense. I hear her son has some nice trash I can steal, too.
ONE AUDIENCE MEMBER: That isn’t fair!
ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER: No, it isn’t fair!
The AUDIENCE breaks into muttering complaint.
COUNT: One tear of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose! Two tears of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose! Three! Three tears of guilt and self-loathing! Ahahahahah! (Thunder and lightning.) I will give you back all of your trash, Hamlet. I am sorry I stole it from you. (Aside) It smells bad, anyway. (Turning back to OSCAR) Here. Have a rotten banana.
OSCAR: (taking the banana) Well, I suppose I should say thank you. (Beat) But I won’t.
MISS PIGGY: I’m sorry, Count von Claudius, but I don’t think I can be with you any more. You see, I miss (beat, sniff) Kermie.
There is a commotion in the back of the theatre. The FROG stands, removing hat, glasses and mustache; he is revealed as KERMIT.
KERMIT: (calling towards the dais) Do you really, Gertrude?
MISS PIGGY: Kermit, I can explain!
COUNT: One! One ghost with sickly green skin tone!
KERMIT: I’m not a ghost. You see, I’m not dead.
MISS PIGGY: (running towards KERMIT, arms open) Kermit, I am so happy to hear that!
KERMIT: (ducking MISS PIGGY’s embrace) I’m glad, Gertrude.
COUNT: (forlorn) Does that mean we’re not engaged?
STATLER: Hey, what happened to the play?
WALDORF: We’re better off without it.
There is a pause. EVERYONE looks vaguely confused.
ERNIE: Hey, Bert?
BERT: Yes, Ernie?
ERNIE: If the play is called "Ernie and Bert Are Dead", and this is the end of the play, shouldn’t we be dead?
GROVER: We’ll just have to fix that!
OSCAR: Yeah!
SLIMEY: (squeaks and nods in agreement)
MISS PIGGY: Yeah!
THE COUNT: Yes!
AUDIENCE: Yeah!
THE COUNT, MISS PIGGY, OSCAR, GROVER, KERMIT and the AUDIENCE run toward ERNIE and BERT. There is a fight involving large quantities of flying dust, MISS PIGGY’s famed karate chop, and occasional Muppets being tossed in the air. We see one clear image of BERT putting his head in his hands and groaning before the curtain falls.
muchabstracted, I present fiction!Title: Ernie and Bert are Dead
Fandom: Sesame Street/Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Rating: Absolutely inoffensive, unless you're offended by absence of plot
Scene 1
The curtain rises. COOKIE MONSTER is seated on a large chair in an elegantly appointed sitting room.
COOKIE: Oh, hello, this Alistair Cookie for Monsterpiece Theatre. Today we have cheerful story about murder, revenge and grouch named Hamlet. It named "Ernie and Bert are Dead".
The curtain falls.
Scene 2
The curtain rises on a blank, gray space separated from the audience by a waist-high gray barrier. ERNIE and BERT are standing behind the barrier. Both are wearing Elizabethan-style hats. BERT is removing coins from a bag and spinning them in the air. The coins fall on the barrier; ERNIE peers at each one, announces “heads,” and puts the coin in his own bag.
ERNIE: Heads. (He collects the coin from the barrier and adds it to his bag. Pause, as Bert tosses again.) Heads.
BERT: The laws of probability would suggest that if five Muppets… five Muppets tossed five coins… wait, we’re not on Square One. (He tosses another coin.)
ERNIE: What about Square One? I like Square One. Heads. (He takes the coin.)
BERT: I like Square One too. That’s not the point. (He tosses.)
ERNIE: Heads. Why are we talking about Square One anyway? (He collects the coin. His bag is looking full.)
BERT: Because we don’t have probability theory on Sesame Street. (He tosses. His bag is about empty.)
ERNIE: Maybe that’s why you always lose. Heads. (He takes the coin.)
BERT: I don’t think I like this game. (He shakes his bag out to find it empty.)
ERNIE: You know, it could be worse.
BERT: How?
ERNIE: We could be betting on your bottle-cap collection.
GROVER enters from stage left, wearing a red cape and pulling a cart of props.
GROVER: I am Grover, the one-monster acting troupe! I can perform tragedies (lifting a frowning mask before his face), comedies (with a smiling mask), murders (taking a sword from the prop cart and extending it towards BERT, who ducks), tales of pirates carrying off maidens, maidens carrying off pirates, pirates carrying off Chinese take-out, and there was something else… Oh yes. If you’re Bert (pointing to ERNIE) and you’re Ernie (pointing to BERT), I have a letter for you from Elsinore.
ERNIE: Where can we get some Chinese take-out?
BERT: How can we get the letter?
ERNIE: Who’s Elsinore?
GROVER turns in a melodramatic swirl of his cape and digs into the prop cart. Objects, including a powdered wig, a rubber duckie, a fortune cookie, a tuba and a suit of armor, go flying in all directions. At last GROVER stands, triumphantly waving a scroll tied in red ribbon.
GROVER: Here you go, Ernie, one letter. (He passes the scroll to BERT.)
ERNIE: Wait, I thought I was supposed to get the letter.
Ignoring ERNIE, BERT unrolls the scroll and reads.
BERT: ‘Dear Bert and Ernie, my son Hamlet’s been grouchy lately and I don’t know why. Please come to the palace and find out what’s wrong with him. Love and kisses, Queen Gertrude.’
ERNIE: Queen Gertrude? I thought the letter was from Elsinore.
The curtain drops.
Scene 3
When the curtain rises again, ERNIE and BERT are standing in a large throne room. Not far from them stands OSCAR THE GROUCH, wearing a black trashcan. The orange worm SLIMEY is sitting on his arm. ERNIE and BERT are staring at OSCAR, but OSCAR does not seem to see them.
OSCAR: (addressing SLIMEY) Count von Claudius doesn’t understand why I’m so grouchy lately. He took away all the trash that was rightfully mine. It isn’t fair.
SLIMEY: (squeaks in agreement and shakes his head)
OSCAR: Also, he killed my father.
A flourish. OSCAR leaves the room, stage left; at the same moment, the COUNT and MISS PIGGY enter, stage right. MISS PIGGY wears a jeweled crown. The COUNT is dressed as usual, with black cape and pointy collar; he is holding an extraordinary range of rather dirty items.
MISS PIGGY: Welcome to Elsinore, Bert (nodding to ERNIE) and Ernie (nodding to BERT). I am Queen Gertrude, and this is Count von Claudius, my new fiancé.
COUNT: One torn-up newspaper! Two sneakers with holes in the bottoms! Four empty sandwich bags! One bag with a moldy sandwich still in it! Eight pieces of trash! Ahahahaha! (Thunder cracks and lightning flashes just as the COUNT says “eight”.)
ERNIE: I’m afraid you’ve gotten that wrong. You see, I’m Ernie, and he’s Bert.
MISS PIGGY: (sheepishly) That’s what I said. Heh heh heh. Anyway, Bert –
ERNIE: That’s Ernie.
MISS PIGGY: Bert, we want you and your friend Ernie to investigate why Prince Hamlet is so grouchy lately.
BERT: Is Prince Hamlet a green fellow wearing a black trashcan?
MISS PIGGY: My son has not inherited my sense of style.
Curtain.
Scene 4
Curtain opens to show OSCAR standing on a balcony, staring glumly at a HAWK and a HANDSAW. A brass weathervane on the balcony is spinning; it stops at north-north-west for a moment, but ends up pointing southeast. ERNIE and BERT join OSCAR on the balcony.
BERT: Are you Prince Hamlet?
OSCAR: No, I’m a merchant from Venice.
ERNIE: Where’s Venice?
The weathervane spins back to north-north-west.
OSCAR: Of course I’m Prince Hamlet.
BERT: Prince Hamlet, we have a question for you.
ERNIE: We hear you’re having a bad month. We were wondering why that is.
OSCAR: Why am I having a bad month? You. have to ask why I’m having a bad month? Count von Claudius took away my trash. All of my lovely stinking trash. My whole foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
ERNIE: Well, maybe you don’t have to have a bad month.
BERT: Yeah, maybe we could do something to make your month better.
ERNIE: We were wondering if you’d like to put on a play.
OSCAR: (looking up from the hawk and handsaw) A play?
BERT: (looking at Ernie, startled) A play? We didn’t talk about a play.
ERNIE: We know this great actor, you see…
ERNIE whispers in OSCAR and BERT’s ears for a while. They look skeptical at first, but then seem to warm to whatever ERNIE is telling them. Curtain drops while ERNIE, OSCAR and BERT are still talking.
Scene 5
The curtain opens on a large theatre draped in red velvet and gilt; it is full. The audience includes a wide range of humans and Muppets. OSCAR, ERNIE and BERT sit together on the left side of the theatre in the front; MISS PIGGY and the COUNT sit together on the right. Two crotchety old Muppets, STATLER and WALDORF, sit in a high box. There is a FROG in the very back row; he is wearing a large hat, dark glasses and an exceedingly fake-looking mustache.
GROVER: (jumping onstage with a flourish) Today I shall perform a play for you that has nothing to do with anything at all. It’s about (swinging on a black cloak with a pointy collar) an evil count with a bad Transylvanian accent. He falls in love with a large-nosed queen— (doffing the cloak and stretching a pig-nose mask over his face)
MISS PIGGY: (stamping her foot) Hey!
GROVER: He falls in love with a beautiful queen with unparalleled fashion sense—
STATLER: (calling down from the balcony) Make up your mind!
WALDORF: (to STADLER) He doesn’t have a mind.
STATLER: That’s why he has to make it up!
(STATLER and WALDORF laugh.)
MISS PIGGY: (slightly mollified) Humph.
GROVER: But there is a problem. You see, the beautiful queen with unparalleled fashion sense is already married to (removing the pig-nose mask, and pulling on a shiny crown) a great and wise king. (Grover drops the crown on the stage, runs to the other side of the stage, and puts the black cloak back on.) So the evil count decides to kill the great and wise king. (GROVER lifts a plastic sword from the floor and runs across the stage screaming. When he reaches the crown, he stops abruptly, drops the cape and sword, lifts up the crown and puts it on.) No! You have killed me, evil count! AAAGH! (GROVER waves his arms and collapses. The crown falls off of his head. He gets up immediately and puts the cloak back on.) Hurrah! The king is dead! Now I can marry Gertrude.
MISS PIGGY stamps her foot harder this time.
GROVER: I mean the beautiful queen with unparalleled fashion sense. I hear her son has some nice trash I can steal, too.
ONE AUDIENCE MEMBER: That isn’t fair!
ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER: No, it isn’t fair!
The AUDIENCE breaks into muttering complaint.
COUNT: One tear of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose! Two tears of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose! Three! Three tears of guilt and self-loathing! Ahahahahah! (Thunder and lightning.) I will give you back all of your trash, Hamlet. I am sorry I stole it from you. (Aside) It smells bad, anyway. (Turning back to OSCAR) Here. Have a rotten banana.
OSCAR: (taking the banana) Well, I suppose I should say thank you. (Beat) But I won’t.
MISS PIGGY: I’m sorry, Count von Claudius, but I don’t think I can be with you any more. You see, I miss (beat, sniff) Kermie.
There is a commotion in the back of the theatre. The FROG stands, removing hat, glasses and mustache; he is revealed as KERMIT.
KERMIT: (calling towards the dais) Do you really, Gertrude?
MISS PIGGY: Kermit, I can explain!
COUNT: One! One ghost with sickly green skin tone!
KERMIT: I’m not a ghost. You see, I’m not dead.
MISS PIGGY: (running towards KERMIT, arms open) Kermit, I am so happy to hear that!
KERMIT: (ducking MISS PIGGY’s embrace) I’m glad, Gertrude.
COUNT: (forlorn) Does that mean we’re not engaged?
STATLER: Hey, what happened to the play?
WALDORF: We’re better off without it.
There is a pause. EVERYONE looks vaguely confused.
ERNIE: Hey, Bert?
BERT: Yes, Ernie?
ERNIE: If the play is called "Ernie and Bert Are Dead", and this is the end of the play, shouldn’t we be dead?
GROVER: We’ll just have to fix that!
OSCAR: Yeah!
SLIMEY: (squeaks and nods in agreement)
MISS PIGGY: Yeah!
THE COUNT: Yes!
AUDIENCE: Yeah!
THE COUNT, MISS PIGGY, OSCAR, GROVER, KERMIT and the AUDIENCE run toward ERNIE and BERT. There is a fight involving large quantities of flying dust, MISS PIGGY’s famed karate chop, and occasional Muppets being tossed in the air. We see one clear image of BERT putting his head in his hands and groaning before the curtain falls.
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Date: 2005-06-28 12:42 am (UTC)And that's having read nothing but the LJ-cut!
Anyway, I appear to be as speechless as one can get while typing words, so I will go read now.
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Date: 2005-06-28 01:32 am (UTC)Okay, the exclamation points are getting old, now.
Grover! (Or maybe not. Seriously, I typed the above sentence right before I saw Grover's intro.) Grover's lines, Gertrude's letter, the Count counting the trash... and yeah, Oscar would totally care more about the trash than the dead father. I'm going to start wondering about genetics, in a moment, because how could a pig birth a grouch? With a frog? Oh, the problems that Henson Productions lets itself in for. Anyway, continuing with my excitement... the stage directions acting out the classic conversation between Hamlet and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Ernie departing from the script, Statler & Waldorf! Whose dialogue there was inspired.
...Count von Claudius...? If I *headthunk*ed, I would assuredly do it now. *grins*
One tear of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose!
That is one grand finish*. It fits in well with the great Muppet tradition of mayhemish endings. Especially appropriate with snarky commentary from Statler & Waldorf and genuine *headthunk*ing from Bert.
*One. ONE grand finish!
Dude. Thank you! That's an incredible birthday present! You can tell I'm excited because I usually try not to emote in boring ways and I almost never allow myself to misuse exclamation points.
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Date: 2005-06-28 03:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-06-28 05:27 am (UTC)That was truly wonderful! Everything was so right on!
This beautiful thing is going in my memories!
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Date: 2005-06-28 03:18 pm (UTC)Though I'm not familiar enough with
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Date: 2005-06-28 01:36 pm (UTC)("One tear of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose! Two tears of guilt and self-loathing trickling down my nose! Three! Three tears of guilt and self-loathing!" Hee. *giggle*)
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Date: 2005-06-29 12:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-06-28 01:38 pm (UTC)I love it all.
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Date: 2005-06-29 12:55 am (UTC)that's awesome
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Date: 2005-06-29 12:58 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and enjoying!
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Date: 2005-06-28 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-28 10:37 pm (UTC)A perfect Rosencrantz quote, that one.
BERT: Is Prince Hamlet a green fellow wearing a black trashcan?
MISS PIGGY: My son has not inherited my sense of style.
*snort*
Curtain opens to show OSCAR standing on a balcony, staring glumly at a HAWK and a HANDSAW. A brass weathervane on the balcony is spinning; it stops at north-north-west for a moment, but ends up pointing southeast. ERNIE and BERT join OSCAR on the balcony.
BERT: Are you Prince Hamlet?
OSCAR: No, I’m a merchant from Venice.
ERNIE: Where’s Venice?
The weathervane spins back to north-north-west.
OSCAR: Of course I’m Prince Hamlet.
You stuck to the original character. I applaud you and ask if I may take this to my AP Literature class next year. It was thoroughly excellent and enjoyable.
PS. I want to have your babies.
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:00 am (UTC)Thank you for your praise, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. I recommend, though, that you bring your own parody to AP Lit. There's such rich material out there to work with!
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Date: 2005-06-28 10:39 pm (UTC)That's absolutely bloody brilliant. I think at some point in time, every should write at least one R&G Are Dead parody. Because...bzuh. ERNIE AND BERT. And OSCAR IS HAMLET. Oh, man. I'm boggling and I'm cracking up, to quote
My admiration and my most high praises.
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 10:45 pm (UTC)The reincarnation of my fave Rosie and Guildy. Stokage.
Ps. You rock. Hard.
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:03 am (UTC)Thank you for reading. :)
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Date: 2005-06-28 10:45 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing this. :)
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Date: 2005-06-28 11:05 pm (UTC)Here from
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Date: 2005-06-28 11:26 pm (UTC)OMG I love you. Tom Stoppard is a genius.
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:08 am (UTC)I know I've seen your lj name around before. Were you the person with the literature restaurant?
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Date: 2005-06-28 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 01:08 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-06-28 11:58 pm (UTC)Plus R&G are Dead is an awesome play
(So's Hamlet, but, well...obvious...)
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:09 am (UTC)Your icon... YAY! is the only word for it. I love it.
Thanks for reading and enjoying!
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Date: 2005-06-29 12:18 am (UTC)Found through metaquotes.
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:11 am (UTC)Thank you very much for enjoying and sharing!
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:21 am (UTC)YOUR ICON OMG <3
Date: 2005-06-29 01:44 am (UTC)Like a patient etherized on the table
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:51 am (UTC)MISS PIGGY: My son has not inherited my sense of style.
*snerk*
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Date: 2005-06-29 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 02:18 am (UTC)No, I'm not a Hamlet fan. What makes you think that? It's only my favorite Shakespare play ever.
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Date: 2005-06-29 07:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
From:Hand*bag*, dammit. (n/t)
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Date: 2005-06-29 02:31 am (UTC)And there shall be a great pimping! And there was a great rejoycing.
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Date: 2005-06-29 07:17 pm (UTC)