Raggedy Ann Adapted from “Baby Dolls” by Becky Robinson By Morgan Mckenna
EXT. FRAT HOUSE-MIDNIGHT A PARTY. Establishing shot of a frat house on a dark street. Lights shoot through every window; muffled music pours out as the camera tracks in. CUT TO: INT. BASEMENT - MIDNIGHT Bass bounces off the walls, and the camera continues tracking, weaving through the oscillating mass of partygoers. Ultraviolet lights cut through the darkness, illuminating glowing decorations of cobwebs, creepy crawlies, and cloth stained with blood. Party streamers hang from the ceiling, brushing against guys in unimaginative costumes and girls wearing barely any costumes at all. A sheet ghost hurls a ping-pong ball into a red solo cup, splashing beer everywhere. A gang of wizards chants the ancient spell “CHUG!” at a skeleton. Beyond the chaos of drunk ghosts and ghoulies, RAGGEDY ANN leans against a wall, sipping on some red drink in a cocktail glass. She brushes a thick lock of crimson yarn from her makeup-covered face. Her nose is a triangle of fire engine red; her cheeks a pink blush; her lips are painted a deep maroon. Her blue and white dress doesn’t fit her swollen belly, which shortens its length, making it rest on her thighs. RICHARD NIXON approaches her. He’s wearing a cheap mask, complete with a cheap suit. TRICKY DICK Knocked-up Raggedy Ann, right? I like it. Very original. RAGGEDY ANN It isn’t a costume. TRICKY DICK So you dress like this all the time? RAGGEDY ANN No, the pregnant part. It isn’t a costume. TRICKY DICK Oh, I was just trying to be funny I’m sor-
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