I've got three scripts for you: "Buster Gonad

I've got three scripts for you: "Buster Gonad steals the Queens Egg", "The <superlative> Yellow Dogs. <verb> to <exotic location>" and something called "Purple Purposelessness".

The Producer tapped his index fingers in front of his lips. "Let's combine the 3 scripts and call it 'Buster's Yellow Dog's Purple Gonads' Purposelessness Adventure'." The Director

clapped his hands in glee. He could already see this script would finally win them an Oscar. It had a postmodern message. That is, there was no point to it. Tom Hanks would play

in a heart warming manner. Ginger Spice would play his mother. She'd sing the show stopper "Don't Cry For Me Lithuania". Tom Hanks strode around the set dressed in shoe shoes and a

told Michael Jackson that he would be playing a zombie. "I already am a zombie." Michael Jackson said. There was an akward pause before the three of them started dancing "thriller"

Which was cool, but this was for Footloose Part3. We needed Kevin Bacon moves, I mean doing the moonwalk was sooo 1982, we needed to cut loose! Everybody now, everybody now

cut loose!" Before Bacon enters the "party" it is a hall of shame and shambles. Boredom oozed about like melted jello. No one danced. Then the door opened and Kevin screamed, "Hey

All humanoids! This is not the 1999 party. It was the year 2194. Bacon was a Renaissance man, and dressed like one. Elizabeth I followed with Shakespeare in tow. The musicians were

dressed in tights and pointy shoes, their hat feathers whipping about in the breeze and getting caught in their instruments. "You're a lyre!" Bartholomew yelled at his favorite