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 Posted: Fri Jan 5th, 2007 04:02 pm
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Luana Krause

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A Hot Night in Bedrock by Luana Krause



Rocky Feldspar (40s)

Wilma Flintsone (30s)


Time: 1940s

Set: An office. Evening. Rocky sits at desk, sleeves rolled up.


ROCKY: (To audience) It was a hot night in Bedrock. Sweat was pouring down my back and the rotating monkey fans decided to take a banana break. When you’re a private investigator, you sometimes have to burn the midnight oil, and this was one of those nights.



ROCKY: (Walks to a file cabinet with a stack of papers and puts them inside) It had been a long day and I was just about to mosey down to the local watering hole for a tall glass of pterodactyl juice on the rocks before heading home to watch the match between the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote. Bugs, my bookie, had given me a tip that tonight the bird was gonna lose … and  lose big. I’d bet 100 clams on the coyote. The odds were high, but if Bugs knew what he was talking about, I’d be swimming in oysters for a month.


ROCKY: (Walks toward door, grabbing his hat off the desk on the way out.) I was on my way out the door when a dame walked in.


(WILMA enters)


ROCKY: (To audience) Dames are a dime a dozen in Bedrock, but this one stood out like a cherry on a vanilla cone. She was tall, slender, and her red hair was pinned on top of her head with a little dinosaur bone. Her sexy white dress looped over a shapely shoulder and a single strand of pearls enhanced the curve of her neck. I could tell she was nervous and a little flustered.


WILMA: Are you Rocky Feldspar? Private Eye?


ROCKY:  That depends on who wants to know.


WILMA:  My name is Flintstone. Wilma Flintstone.


ROCKY: (To audience) Flintstone … Flintstone … the name was familiar. I knew a Reuben Flintstone who worked out of Jellystone Park undercover as a bear, staking out picnic basket thieves. I’d also heard of a Seymore Flintstone, an informer that had testified in the Bullwinkle Moose trial and was now in the witness protection program. But one look at Wilma’s baby browns told me I was sniffing around the wrong fire hydrant.


ROCKY: (To WILMA): Have a seat.


(Wilma sits in a chair next to the desk. She crosses her legs and her skirt slides up a few inches, but she quickly pulls it down.)


ROCKY:  So, what’s your story?


WILMA:  I think my husband is trying to kill me.


ROCKY:  What do you mean?


WILMA: (Softly sobs. Opening her turtle purse, she pulls out a handkerchief to wipe her eyes.) Fred’s a foreman at the Rockhead Quarry. He’s not much in the brains department … or looks either, for that matter … but he’s a good provider.


ROCKY:  Go on.


WILMA:  He’s a simple man. A member of the Royal Order of Water Buffalos. He goes bowling on Friday nights. And all he wants from me is a rack of barbequed spare ribs ready for him when he comes home.


ROCKY:  Sounds like a great guy. (To audience) She picked up on my sarcasm right away and a smile played at the corner of her mouth.


WILMA: Yeah, Fred’s one in a million.


ROCKY:  Then why do you think he wants you dead?


WILMA: (Opens purse and takes out an envelope, which she passes to ROCKY) I found this in his bowling bag. An insurance policy worth 500,000 big ones.


ROCKY: (To audience) I opened the envelope. The policy was legit, all right. Looked like Flintstone was in like flint … if he could pull it off. But something in my gut told me there was more to the story.


WILMA: (Stands up and slinks over to ROCKY. She takes the bone out of her hair and her auburn tresses cascade down her back. Voice is sultry and alluring.) I’m pretty sure Fred is having an affair.


ROCKY: (To audience) I’d been down this road before. A dame finds out her husband has a lover, so she goes after the first guy she finds to prove she’s still desirable. I’d learned that lesson the hard way with Jane Jetson. Her husband George came after me one night with a loaded .45. Lucky for me his aim was lousy and he just riddled the wall behind me full of holes. What do you expect from a guy who walks his dog on a treadmill.


ROCKY: (Grabs WILMA by the shoulders and pushes her back into the chair) Look, sweetheart. I’m not gonna play your reindeer games.


ROCKY: (To audience) She looked hurt, but got over it faster than you could say “yabba dabba doo.”


WILMA: (Pins her hair back up with the dinosaur bone and smiles) No games, Feldspar. I just thought it would help the case if you knew what Fred was up to in his spare time. Not that I care. Our marriage has been dead for years. We’re only staying together for the sake of Pebbles.


ROCKY:  Fruity Pebbles? The cereal?


WILMA:  No. Our baby daughter.


ROCKY:  So who’s the dame?


WILMA: Betty Rubble.


ROCKY: (To audience, writing in notebook) I wrote the name down, but it was just for show. I knew Betty. A slinky brunette with big brown eyes and legs that wouldn’t quit. Fred didn’t know what he was getting in to, the poor sap.


ROCKY: (To WILMA) How do you know he’s having an affair?


WILMA: He comes home late from work with lipstick on his collar. And I found some pink panties in his pocket. Not mine.


ROCKY:  Maybe they’re his.


WILMA:  Not a chance. They were monogrammed “B.R.” I know they belonged to Betty.”


ROCKY: (To audience) She showed about as much emotion as an accountant reciting the tax code at an IRS conference. Like I said, I knew Betty very well. But I also knew about her dopey husband Barney and the double life he led. Those panties were his or my name wasn’t Rocky Feldspar. 


WILMA: Can you help me, Feldspar? I heard you were the best P.I. in Bedrock.


ROCKY: (To audience) I couldn’t argue with her there. I was proud of my record. If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Magoo would still be jaywalking. And thanks to my efforts, Speedy Gonzales was locked up in the slammer without parole for running guns in Mexico. In fact, because of my deft detective skills, Boris and Natasha were nabbed for trying to skip the country with that nuclear warhead. Now they were waiting their turn at the gas chamber instead of knocking back vodka shots in Minsk.


ROCKY: (Walks over to WILMA, takes her hand and she stands. They embrace)


ROCKY: (To audience) Despite her cavalier air, I knew she was in pain. I don’t usually get personally involved with my clients, but there was something about her that aroused my inner caveman.


ROCKY: (To WILMA) Sure angel, I’ll take the case.


WILMA:  Can I call you Rocky?


ROCKY:  Call me whatever you like.


(ROCKY, reaches over to turn off the desk lamp. Moonlight from the window shines on the couple as they continue to embrace)


ROCKY: (To audience)  Tomorrow I would get to work, but first I had a bone to pick with Wilma Flintstone.



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 Posted: Sat Jan 6th, 2007 05:01 am
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I'm sure that must mean light in at least one country.

I think this is fun.  Doesn't feel finished to me.  Feels like scene I.

Also, feels like a radio show.  Shrug...maybe it's because of the style....but I could hear this on radio.

Now the icky stuff....I'm no expert, but I'm thinking those characters are HB trademarks or copyright or something that would prevent you from using them.

Still fun....maybe you can also parady the names...


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 Posted: Sat Jan 6th, 2007 02:17 pm
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Luana Krause

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Thanks for the feedback, Paddy. Actually it was a humorous fiction piece I wrote a while back and recently revised into play form. I think it was funnier as a narrative than as a "play"...I don't think I'd even call it a play in the true sense of the word.

You're right about the copyright issues, as well. Although, according to copyright law, parody pieces are exempt. But better to be safe than sorry.


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 Posted: Sun Jan 7th, 2007 05:00 pm
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I LOVE this piece. I think it's got great potential. The images alone made me start laughing.

A couple of thoughts. You may want to consider keeping it in the stone age instead of all cartoon land. He's a PI in Bedrock and which only conjures up the Flintstones in my mind so I'm kind of taken out of the piece with I start reading about the Jetsons.

I think you can also go much further with this, say, have her being the "bad" one using Feldspar to kill Fred or something like that. Kind of a stone age Body Heat or Basic Instinct. You might even want to specifically use a well known thriller for recognition, Maltese Falcon, Third Man... and just use the Flintstone characters.

Great start. PLEASE keep going.
It was fun to read.


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 Posted: Sun Jan 7th, 2007 11:04 pm
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Very funny!

I agree with Paddy that this would work well as a radio piece but you sound like you don't plan to take it any further. That would be a shame, there are some great lines there, please don't abandon it.

Whatever you decide to do, thanks for the laugh.


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