THE PLASTICVILLE GANG IS PREPARING FOR THEIR CLOSEUPS!
Just finished a visit in
Plasticville where
Barbie, Ken and the always problematic,
G.I. Joe, are back in business. The gang has gone through a lot including embarrassing social faux-pas', romantic situations, gun shots and related injuries, being relegated to boxes in a warehouse, but they have decided to forget the past and start anew.
Given the situation in which G.I. Joe refuses to reliniquish his weapon of choice, which includes taking it to bed while sharing sleeping quarters with Barbie, trouble is on the horizon. Then there's always Ken whose visit to the hearing specialist on Barbie's advice, has not proved helpful since he still hears people calling out: "surf's up!" The Australian visitor, Blain, has still not regained full consciousness and add the
Bratz attempts to undermine Barbie's popularity, and you've gone some potential problems.
Never a dull momemnt in Plasticville and we'll all be there to share it.
Actually shared life in Plasticville along with other pieces years back, but it was a lot of fun to write so I'm bringing it back to share again as a personal encore from myself. Will share more depending on the interest and could just add some new follow-ups.
BARBIE, KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE: THE CONTINUING SAGA OF LIFE AMONG THE PLASTIC SET
SCENE:A PARTY AT A MALIBU BEACH HOUSE. THERE IS MUSIC IN THE AIR AND THROUGH THE PICTURE WINDOW, WE CAN SEE BARBIE AND HER FRIENDS DANCING ITUP (on tippy-toes). A CONVERTIBLE DRIVES UP AND KEN, DRESSED IN HIS USUAL SURFING GEAR, GETS OUT AND HIDES BEHIND BUSHES AND PEERS INSIDE. SUDDENLY, GI JOE HOLDING HIS EVER-PRESENT WEAPON LOOKS OUT A HUGE PICTURE WINDOW. THE DOOR OF THE BEACH HOUSE OPENS AND GI JOE STANDS AT THE DOORWAY.
GI JOE
Who's there? Is somebody hiding 'cause if you are and I catch you, I'll blast the living daylights...
(BARBIE JOINS GI JOE)
BARBIE
Oh Joe! Just stop it right now! You are like...soooo paranoid
GI JOE
Thanks! That's what everyone tells me
BARBIE
Please come in and close the door! You're like...embarrassing me in front of my friends
GI JOE
Them Bratz babes? Lemme tell you Barbie doll - they ain't your friends! You should hear what they say about you behind your back
BARBIE
You know I can't see or hear what's going on behind my back! I can't even turn my head without help...or even scratch an itch
GI JOE
Me neither...but I hear all of them whispe
Actually shared life in Plasticville along with other pieces years back, but it was a lot of fun to write so I'm bringing it back to share again as a personal encore from myself. Will share more depending on the interest and could just add some new follow-ups.
BARBIE, KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE:
THE CONTINUING SAGA OF LIFE AMONG THE PLASTIC SET
SCENE:A PARTY AT A MALIBU BEACH HOUSE. THERE IS MUSIC IN THE AIR AND THROUGH THE PICTURE WINDOW, WE CAN SEE BARBIE AND HER FRIENDS DANCING IT UP (on tippy-toes). A CONVERTIBLE DRIVES UP AND KEN, DRESSED IN HIS USUAL SURFING GEAR, GETS OUT AND HIDES BEHIND BUSHES AND PEERS INSIDE. SUDDENLY, GI JOE HOLDING HIS EVER-PRESENT WEAPON LOOKS OUT A HUGE PICTURE WINDOW. THE DOOR OF THE BEACH HOUSE OPENS AND GI JOE STANDS AT THE DOORWAY.GI JOE
Who's there? Is somebody hiding 'cause if you are and I catch you, I'll blast the living daylights...
(BARBIE JOINS GI JOE)
BARBIE
Oh Joe! Just stop it right now! You are like...soooo paranoid
GI JOE
Thanks! That's what everyone tells me
BARBIE
Please come in and close the door! You're like...embarrassing me in front of my friends
GI JOE
Them Bratz babes? Lemme tell you Barbie doll - they ain't your friends! You should hear what they say about you behind your back
BARBIE
You know I can't see or hear what's going on behind my back! I can't even turn my head without help...or even scratch an itch
GI JOE
Me neither...but I hear all of them whispering
BARBIE
Oh plleeze! You see plots everywhere! I can't find any kitchen help because you insist on frisking the help every five minutes
GI JOE
Hey - me and the pool guy are close friends now
BARBIE
I heard...very close friends
GI JOE
Ssssh....hear that?
BARBIE
What? I don't hear anything
GI JOEWell I do! I'm trained to hear. My ears are a lethal weapon
BARBIE
So is your brain
GI JOE
Thank you! Love 'ya babe! Uh-oh! There's somebody hiding somewhere!
BARBIE
It's probably just Paris Hilton's dog in heat again. The dog is always hot for my chiuahua, Mimi.
GI JOE
No - it's a human...and...it's hiding somewhere....over there!(
GI JOE RUNS OVER TO THE BUSHES WHERE KEN IS HIDING)
GI JOE
Whoever is in there better show your face or I'm gonna shoot first and ask questions later. Wait a minute... I'm gonna ask questions and then shoot later... Something like that
(KEN SLOWLY STANDS UP)
KEN
Don't shoot! It's me, Joe! Ken! Remember? Our fun games at my beach house? I dress up like nurse and you...
GI JOE
Yeah...I remember. My soldier senses tell me that you're... an enemy! Sorry but I gotta blast you, Kenny boy
KEN
No! I swear! I'm a friend!
BARBIE
Ken? Is that you? How many more times do I have to tell you that we're through?
GI JOE
'ya want me to shoot him, babe? 'Cause I can! Just say the word!
KEN
No! You can't shoot me because...because...
FURTHER THOUGHTS ABOUT MY PLAYS...I like them
Sometimes it takes people dropping by this blog to read my plays that renew my confidence in my capacity to write plays. In particular I'm referring to the 'shorts' - 10 minutes and under -some of which are showing up in the page-view count. That's nice. There are thousands if not millions of blogs being written and shared, in the hope of attracting the interest of readers. Plays are a bigger challenge because they fall into a certain niche, which is not everybody's cup of tea so to speak.
Although I've written two full plays, the short plays and short-short play-ettes are fun to write. They take a comedic route and for whatever reason bring out the cynical, sarcastic side of my personality. Further examination of recent visits by virtual strangers in the true sense of the word, reveals that "Waiting for Roach", written in 2008, piqued the interest of a couple of people. Maybe more, even. I've always felt it had potential but then I get that feeling for most of my plays, but this one in particular since it has only two characters from different age groups. Unfortunately (how I loathe that word) and after sending it out/submitting it to share with the theatre world, it has yet to be performed. However, reading it over thanks to bloggers, I have a new appreciation for the content as I do all the other plays that have surfaced. Keep reading them, people! It inspires me!
Then there are the fun "Barbie and Ken" sagas focusing on the adventures of the plastic fashionista and her circle of vinyl friends, which were popular when first written a few years ago. Although I planned to return to continue their adventures, for one reason or another - laziness comes to mind - I haven't as yet. For those people reading this who are waiting, more updates are forthcoming as long as their "parent" doesn't threaten to sue. Barbie is bored with Ken...again and this could mean trouble.
Many of the plays are based on personal experience and "The Teabag" is an account of a trying to get a tea refill at McDonalds. There - I wrote it. McDonalds offers free coffee refills but not tea refills. There is an injustice in that but I digress. This short-short is a personal favorite as are all of them, actually, especially "The Bra" that helped me get over a negative encounter attempting to return a bra. But I digress - again.
It's always gratifying as an aspiring playwright - although how long one can retain the "aspiring" status is worth a ponder or two - and writer to know that people read one's literary output and it gives one the impetus to continue in the hope that one day somebody, somewhere, will acknowledge their greatness and produce one of them. To paraphrase that famous line from "Sunset Boulevard": they're ready for their close-ups... You get the idea.
