Instant Prozac

OPEN: Shot of sad-looking WOMAN with a face full of bad.

ANNOUNCER: (OS) Say. Are you experiencing a sense of emptiness and despair? (she nods) Hey, who isn't? If you read the newspaper, it's the logical response.

INT LAB

Tracking shot of ANNOUNCER walking through clean white laboratory with busy SCIENTISTS in white coats doing important shit behind him.

ANNOUNCER: Prozac has been shown to relieve feelings of depression in many patients. But it can often take weeks, even months, before it takes effect. Can you afford to wait that long? Here at EnorMed --

SCIENTISTS: (shouting in unison) We don't want you to wait!

ANNOUNCER: No we don't! That's why our amazingly brainy research team has created new, fast-acting Prozap! With Prozap, you get all the benefits of Prozac and none of the wait. Prozap offers fast relief!

Title: FAST RELIEF!

ANNOUNCER: How fast? Let's try it out on an unhappy young man.

INT - BACKSTAGE AT NIRVANA CONCERT

AUDIO: Thunderously loud grunge music. The opening act.

The members of Nirvana are still backstage. KURT COBAIN is scowling and knocking stuff over.

The ANNOUNCER winks at us and plops a Prozap in an open beer bottle. Then he walks up to KURT COBAIN.

ANNOUNCER: Hey Kurt. Care for a beer?

COBAIN takes the beer and spits in his face and walks away.

ANNOUNCER: What an irrepressible young man.

Sound of beer bottle smashing. (OS)

ANNOUNCER: Let's check out the concert!

CONCERT --

COBAIN is singing "Rape me."

ANNOUNCER: Wow, he seems depressed. But watch what happens!

TITLE: Ten minutes later.

COBAIN is singing "It's a Sunshine Day" and dancing around like a grinning fool. The audience is showering him with bottles, chairs and debris, but he's insanely happy. DAVE GROHL throws down his drumsticks and walks away in disgust. So does the other guy. COBAIN's career is ruined.

ANNOUNCER: Ask your doctor about new, fast-acting Prozap. If it'll work on a grunge musician, it'll work on you!

Go to product shot:

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Prozap, a product of Enormed Pharmaceutical Group. Available only by prescription. Use only as directed.

Fade out, standard disclaimer, etc.

Electric Chainsaw Massacre

EXT, COUNTRYSIDE -- DAY

A leather-faced MANIAC runs after a screaming woman. He's holding an electric chainsaw - the cord trails behind him.

MANIAC: Eh-heh-heh-heh!

WOMAN: Eagghhhhhh!

CHAINSAW: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

MANIAC reaches end of the cord. Back in the barn or someplace, the plug pops out. The chainsaw rattles to a silent stop. MANIAC stands there looking stupid. The WOMAN stops, looks at him. He looks up.

She kicks him in the nuts.

American Chainsaw Association

Open: Husband and wife sleeping in bed. Da warm glow of the alarm clock.

SUDDENLY ...

Someone kicks in the door!!!

PSYCHOTIC: Eee-haha-haha! The voices in my head command me. YOU MUST DIE!

Mr. PSYCHOTIC revs up a chainsaw, cackling insanely.

REV-RNNNENNG-RVVVV-REEEEEE!

ALL AMERICAN MALE HOMEOWNER sits up in bed, contemplating his sudden death. His wife shrieks. MR. HOMEOWNER reaches behind his pillow...

And pulls out his own chainsaw!

He fires it up aaannnd....

Cuts MR. PSYCHOTIC in half from top to bottom. Or bottom to top, if you wanna get more gross.

WIFE: I love you honey.

HUSBAND: I love you, too.

Smooch!

CHARLTON HESTON's giant HEAD appears.

CHARLTON HESTON: Remember. If chainsaws are outlawed, only outlaws will have chainsaws. Please support the National Chainsaw Association. (revs up chainsaw) I do. YOU DAMN DIRTY APES!

He runs out of frame.

The Flamemaster 3000

Open, a boy and a girl kneeling down in the garage burning their Dad's "Playboys" and giggling.

DAD: (OS -- angry) Are you kids playing with matches?

KIDS: No.

Dad bursts into garage. Furious, but it's an act.

DAD: Don’t lie to me! Why in Sam Hill would you play with matches. (Suddenly smiling.) When you could play with this?!

Two shiny, plastic flame-throwers magically appear in the kids' hands.

KIDS: Wow! The Flamemaster 3000!

ANNOUNCER: (VO) Yes, kids love the Flamemaster 3000— 'cause kids love fire!

Shot of the kids running around burning the crap out of everything with their cute flame-throwers.

ANNOUNCER: (VO) The Flamemaster 3000!

Montage illustrates --

ANNOUNCER: (VO) It’s perfect for making smores, dealing with hoof-and-mouth outbreak and defending yourself from zombie attack!

And it's always perfect for Christmas! This holiday season, make your kids' eyes light up with joy! Give the Flamemaster 3000. They'll love it!

KIDS (in unison) 'Cause kids love fire!

Another announcer reads the following warning at auctioneer/Hog caller speed:

WARNING: Fire is not a toy. Fire may result in property damage, first, second and third degree burns and death. Ask your parents before buying the Flamemaster 3000 and use only under strict parental or adult guardian supervision according to product specifications. Do not use the Flamemaster 3000 on household pets, homeless people, parents, siblings, witches, or anybody, especially if you could get caught. Do not use the Flamemaster 3000 indoors. Do not use the Flamemaster 3000 outdoors. Do not use the Flamemaster 3000. Consult local laws and fire ordinances before using the Flamemaster 3000. The Flamemaster 3000 is illegal in all 50 states. Seriously, do not use the Flamemaster 3000. Do not buy the Flamemaster 3000. Purchase or sale of the Flamemaster 3000 is a Class A Felony. The JoyToy Corporation assumes no liability if this product is used either properly or improperly. There is no way to use the Flamemaster 3000 properly. For the love of God, we beg you not to use the Flamemaster 3000.

"Born to be Retired"

(To the tune of Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild")

Get my three-wheel tryke
Head out on the highway
Looking for my dentures
And the coupon that I saved

Gonna hit the Early Bird Special
Steal sugar packets and the butter plate
Complain to the manager, baby
Then I’ll be back by eight

Crawling like a turtle
Backing up the traffic
Taking up two lanes
And making young folks spastic

We fought Adolph Hilter, baby
Screw the Boomers who don't wanna save
Gonna spend the gummint’s money
Take it all to the grave!

Like a true World War II child
We were born
Born to be retired
Gonna drive so slow
Ain’t never gonna go

Born to be retired
Born to be retired

"I'll be Stalking You"

(to the tune of Sting's "Every Breath You Take")

When you take a nap, when you take a crap
When you take a break
When you grill a steak, I'll be stalking you
Every single day and every word you say
Recorded every day!
Call the cops on me
Get in your car and flee
I'll be stalking you
Oh can't you see I must make you bleed?
How my poor heart aches to stab you with a rake!
One day you will be gone, lost without a trace
I dream at night
Of making you erased
My telescope reveals your frilly lace
The police can’t find my secret hiding place
You can’t escape my cold, deranged embrace
Oh can't you see that you can’t be saved?
How my poor heart aches for your unmarked grave!
Your restraining order
Hurt my feelings, babe!
So you’re scared of me?
You think I’m a creep?
I’ll be stalking you
The voices in my head
Say you must be dead!
You can change your name
You can change your face
Move to outer space
I’ll be stalking you

Comedian's note: Yeah, yeah. I know. A song from the first POV of a psycho stalker. Yeah, the laughs just keep coming. T'aint funny, McGee. Well it is to me. Gallows humor is my default setting.

BTW, I actually like Sting. Just saying this particular song of his has always given me a serious dose of the creeps. Also can't help noticing how many of my friends, of both the XY and XX chromosonal descriptions, have restraining orders their own designated stalkers.

Pearl Jam Pizza

(to the tune of Pearl Jam's "Yellow Ledbetter")

In my fridge, I got a box of pizza
And it's been in there, maybe two
Maybe three, I don't know how many days
When I wake up, gonna have some pizza. Yeah.
Gonna eat it cold, or toss it in the microwave.
On second thought, I like it cold, yeah I love cold pizza.
When that pizza's kinda greasy, I know.
I said, I also like to heat it. I like that pizza cold or hot.
Either way. OK?

Yeah my girlfriend, she says don't eat that pizza
Yeah, that pizza's gonna kill you, that old Tombstone pizza
Gonna send you to an early grave.
That's what she said.

I said... Oh I don't think so. No.
I'd be dead already.
Gonna fire up a joint, and stuff that pizza in my face.

Ah yeah, do you like my dummy lyrics? Yeah, they don't make no sense.
But they rhyme and fit the music. Yeah.
And I know, and I know. I ain't got no shit to say!
But I say it anyway. Anyway! OK?
That's all I got to say.
That's all I got to say.
I don't... Don't wanna, oh... Yeah. Ooh... Ohh...
Insert some wisdom here!