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We interrupt this program to bring you . . . (cue resonant voice)
Two-Minute Theatre, the relevant radio play series
In the small hamlet of Bookish in a remote corner of rural Forumshire, we find the Palimp family sitting down to dinner.
"Can I go see Fantasia tonight, Dad?"
"No, Johnny. Walt Disney was a populist Fascist, and we are a liberal-minded intellectual family. Eat your brussels. And may I remind you not to slouch?"
Silence.
"Kurasawa's on the telly later?"
"It's Wednesday, Jane. What happens on Wednesday? That's right, it's the pep rally for your big sister. She's been voted martinet and sex goddess of the Jolly Hockey Sticks and we must show our support."
"But Dad, she hasn't spoken to me in two years. Can I go to sleep instead?"
In the street outside, a rattling station wagon screeches to the curb. It's the TBF family, home from an outing.
"So, gang, who liked Fantasia?"
"The popcorn was too buttery."
"A mouse ran up my leg."
"That wasn't a mouse. Hee hee."
"The mouse wizard dude was awesome."
"I found it juvenile and boring."
"You're grounded, party pooper."
"Mommy, Moto hit me."
And so we leave these two fine families of Forumshire. Join us next week for . . .
"Two-Minute Theatre"
Inane, but blessedly short.
Two-Minute Theatre, the relevant radio play series
In the small hamlet of Bookish in a remote corner of rural Forumshire, we find the Palimp family sitting down to dinner.
"Can I go see Fantasia tonight, Dad?"
"No, Johnny. Walt Disney was a populist Fascist, and we are a liberal-minded intellectual family. Eat your brussels. And may I remind you not to slouch?"
Silence.
"Kurasawa's on the telly later?"
"It's Wednesday, Jane. What happens on Wednesday? That's right, it's the pep rally for your big sister. She's been voted martinet and sex goddess of the Jolly Hockey Sticks and we must show our support."
"But Dad, she hasn't spoken to me in two years. Can I go to sleep instead?"
In the street outside, a rattling station wagon screeches to the curb. It's the TBF family, home from an outing.
"So, gang, who liked Fantasia?"
"The popcorn was too buttery."
"A mouse ran up my leg."
"That wasn't a mouse. Hee hee."
"The mouse wizard dude was awesome."
"I found it juvenile and boring."
"You're grounded, party pooper."
"Mommy, Moto hit me."
And so we leave these two fine families of Forumshire. Join us next week for . . .
"Two-Minute Theatre"
Inane, but blessedly short.
