Written by Joe Janes
66 out of 365
(Lights up on Max getting ready for bed. Next to his bed is an overflowing laundry basket. He strips down to his t-shirt, boxer/briefs and dress socks, throwing his clothes on the basket and climbs into bed. He turns off the light on his nightstand.)
(Max turns on the light and looks around, not sure if he heard anything or not. He opens his nightstand drawer, but does not take anything out. Satisfied he didn’t hear anything, he turns the light back off.)
MAXWhat! Who’s there? (He fires several shots in the dark.) I-I have a gun.
(He turns on the light and sees the Magic Beast lying on his floor bleeding.)
MAGIC BEASTYou shot me.
MAXYou broke in to my house – and you’re a thing.
MAGIC BEASTI come from a magical kingdom under your bed. You are our long lost king. I came to bring you to your true home where we will bath you in oils, dress you in the finest cloth, and regale you as our rich, wise, compassionate leader.
MAX (looks under bed)How do I get there? I don’t see anything under here but dust and, part of a sandwich under the bed. Take me to my kingdom.
MAGIC BEASTSure. Sure. Give me a second. (Tries to collect himself) Take my paw. I will lead you-
(The Magic Beast collapses dead.)
MAXFuck. Stupid monster. (Max covers the Magic Beast in old dirty clothes to hide the body.) Breaking into people’s studio apartments, telling them they’re kings. (He goes back to bed and shuts off the light.) Ever hear of knocking? Don’t they have any phones in your “magic” kingdom?
(He hears knocking. He sits up in bed holding his gun in the dark. Blackout.)