Monster Pies Page #4

- No.

- Wow, man, you have to go.

- It's awesome.

- Yeah, one day.

We have to be pretty quiet,

coz Mum's gone to bed.

Okay.

- So what's the story then?

- Well, do we have to film this?

We'll call it 'making of...'.

Okay. Well, we need two protags

who fall in love.

Well, they're not both monsters until

the wolfman changes at the full moon, right?

So, maybe the wolfman wants to share his

transformation with Frankenstein.

You know, like a way of

getting closer to him.

Yeah, that's good. I like that.

- How's the bed?

- It's fine, thanks.

- I had fun today.

- Me too.

- Do you need an extra blanket?

- Stop fussing, Mike.

I just wanna go to sleep. Okay?

Okay.

- Good night.

- Night.

... and then I've got that white dress

that belonged to my mum.

I dunno. What do you think? Do you

think I'll look super cute?

Oh yeah, yeah. Super cute!

Do you reckon Mike can bring Will with him?

I think he's super spunky!

Do you think you can ask Mike

to ask him?

Yeah, sure. But it's kind of like

a me-and-Mike type thing

so I don't know if he's gonna bring

anyone else.

- Hi Mlke.

- Hey Ursula, sorry...

- I'm really busy right now.

- I've been really busy too.

I've just dropped that movie off that you

recommended, Eraserhead.

It was slightly hard to watch in a sort of

postnatal depression type way.

I'm sure it was.

Have you seen anything new lately?

Um, no. I've been busy with schoolwork.

- Busy with the girls.

- No, with schoolwork.

I've, um, I've actually got these

boxes at home that are really heavy,

and I need a really strong arm to help me

get them to the top of my wardrobe.

Could you, could you come over

and help me maybe, soon?

Um, ask Jeff. Jeff'll help you

out with it.

Okay, alright. Well I hope I see you soon.

Bye.

Hi Mum.

This is Mike. He's the friend from school

that I was telling you about.

- Nice to meet you.

- Have a seat.

This is Mum's favourite thing in the world.

It was a gift from her mum.

Always makes her happy.

She's been here 3 years now. That's why

we moved, you know, to get closer to her.

If you don't mind me asking,

what happened to her?

Suffered a brain injury.

Never really recovered.

There's other people in here with

brain injuries, but... from drinking.

And Mum never drank her whole life.

Let's get out of here.

O, then, dear saint,

let lips do what hands do.

They pray; grant thou,

lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move,

though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not, as my prayers effect I take.

What now?

This is the bit where they

are supposed to kiss.

Well, one on the cheek. That be okay?

Okay.

Thus from my lips,

by yours my sin is purged.

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