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So You Want to Make a TV Show- 2nd Period- Class #15

"Well, guys, it's our last class," Dana said once the bell had rung. The room was arranged in the studio setup, the equipment was out and ready, and Dana was all set to see how they did. "You've all listened and done the work and really that's all a teacher can ask for, aside from you doing the work well. Which, to be fair, you've all done, or at least no one's screwed up so bad that I noticed, which is something to be praised in itself. It's been a pleasure, hopefully you've learned something, now go make your show."

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Because they have dialogue.

Hannibal slid into his seat and put on his best smile. He could do this. Easy as pie. He just hoped Adora didn't panic.

There would be no panicking from this side of the desk. Adora took her seat and flipped her hair over her shoulder like she'd seen that blonde on the news do so often.

Hannibal smiled over at Adora before he turned to the camera to kick things off.

"Good evening and welcome to Sports Central, your one stop shop for all your athletic news and events. I'm Hannibal King."

He looked to Adora for her introduction and banter.

Oh for Grayskull's sake he wanted banter.

"And I'm Adora. It seems you're having a good day Hannibal," she said, glancing at him with a smile and trying to lead into their first bit of prepared news.

"Everyday's a good day for me when I get to come to work here," he said happily, shuffling some papers. "And, unfortunately, we have to start off with some sad news tonight. Hank Kalas, the longtime broadcaster for the World Series champion Philadelphia Phillies, passed away Monday after collapsing in the broadcast booth."

He looked appropriately somber, nodding gravely.

"No doubt a loss that will be felt in the Phillies organization and the sports world alike."

Adora frowned appropriately at the camera, "I know my thoughts are with Mr. Kalas' family and the people of Philidelphia who will miss his voice."

And then she brightened, moving on to story number two.

"But in more exciting news, it's baseball season again! In the American League, the Yankees take the Indians 7 to 3, with a first win for Albalajedo as pitcher; the Brewers beat the Mets 4 to 2 with decisive fielding and stamina; the Blue Jays beat the A's in a shut-out?" Oh darn, she didn't know that one.

"The A's didn't score any runs?" Hannibal asked, trying to tell Adora what it meant subtly. "That Jay's pitching must have been really good. The A's got knocked on their ass..."

Whoops, could he say that?

"Yes! They must be asking themselves what they did wrong not scoring!" Adora assisted brightly. "Just like the Phillies versus the Braves. The braver team overcame, devastating the Phillies eleven to one."

"And that's just too bad for the Braves," Hannibal said, shaking his head. "They probably felt just like Randall Simon, our arrest of the week!"

Hannibal even made a sound like a siren. Yeah, really.

"Apparently Randall Simon has something against sausages. Maybe he had a bad experience as a child. We may never know. But it came to a boiling point on Wednesday night when he swung his bat and knocked over a woman in an Italian sausage costume at Miller Park. Come on, Randall, really? We reserve the hitting for things like life size celery stalks!"

Life-size celery? Adora figured Hannibal had lost his mind. "Or people like Chico Lind, the Kansas footballer who painfully discovered he couldn't fit through drive thru windows while driving without pants."

She turned to Hannibal. "I really don't think anyone wanted to know that."

Edited 2009-04-20 23:10 (UTC)

"You've never tried to fit through small spaces without pants, Adora?" Hannibal asked, snickering.

"I'm trying not to think about just which part of him was going through the window," she said, eyes widening.

"Ouch!" Hannibal said and grimaced. "Another person who was saying ouch is Donte Whitner of the Buffalo Buffs. Mr Whitner was arrested outside a Cleveland nightclub and charged with aggravated disorderly conduct and resisting arrest. Police had to shoot him with a stun gun in order to get him to cooperate."

Hannibal shuffled some more papers and said, "I bet he wishes he tried to just climb through a drive through without pants now!"

Adora couldn't help laughing lightly at that. "Let's all hope that next time Mr. Whitner remembers not to resist."

"If he knows what's good for him!" Hannibal said cheerfully. "And if you know what's good for you, you won't turn the channel because now we're bringing you news of the weiiiiiiiiird."

Cue appropriate finger wiggling at the camera.

"The 2006 British and World Marbles Championship took place in Tinsley Green in London over the weekend, and the Germans were the big winners! A rousing crowd of nearly two hundred people showed up to watch the intense ball filled match. And, hey, if they needed to catch a flight, the match was held in a parking lot near the airport! Congratulations, Germany!"

He gave a fist pump to show his happiness for Germany's win.

"Speaking of balls," Adora segued really badly, "New Zealand rugby players are being forced to give up on tackling sheep."

Hannibal stifled a laugh. That had been a really bad segue. "Really? Tell me more!"

"Yes, instead of tossing their balls around, they're attacking innocent farm animals," she informed him, trying to take a casual tone.

"Why are they doing that?" he asked, all curiosity.

"Rather than training themselves on teammates, the rugby players and children jump the sheep, wrestling them to the ground." Adora was oblivious to dirt that wasn't literal in this case.

"It all sounds very dirty and the SPCA is clearly against treating animals in this manner."

"And we here at Sports Central support the SPCA!" Hannibal said, giving a big thumbs up. "Go Team SPCA!"

He grinned widely into the camera.

"And...I think that's our show! I'm Hannibal King."

"And I'm Adora. Remember, the finish line's in sight--"

Oh the cheese rolled so easily off her tongue.

"--so don't stop trying, America!" Hannibal finished, grinning at the camera before it faded out and the show ended.

Hurrah!

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So You Want to Make a TV Show- 2nd Period- Class #15

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