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(Starring: MrsPepper, Vic Romano, That Announcer, and D'Snowth)
Episode #: 12
Title: “The Strike”
Original Airdate: 09-Sep-2005
Written by: That Announcer
Created by: MrsPepper
Guest Stars: KermieBaby47, Vibs, and Beauregard as The Custodian
Special Muppet Guest Appearances by: George the Janitor and the Gills Brothers
It was early one morning at the T*K*O 3976 ½. MrsPepper entered her office through the back door as always, carefully replacing the Persian rug on her office floor Beauregard managed to shift again while cleaning.
MRSPEPPER: Well, long day ahead of me. (Goes over to desk, sits down) Think I’ll invite D’Snowth for a game of pool here. (Grabs phone and begins to turn dial) 4…. 0…. 7…..7. Goodness, I love these old style phones.
D’Snowth was busy checking his e-mail again, when his phone rang. He nervously picked it up.
D’SNOWTH: (Nervously) 3976th ½, T*K*O, D’Snowth speaking…oh, hey boss, heh-heh…uh, you better take a look out your window…
MRSPEPPER: What, another construction crew?
MrsPepper got up from her desk, and over to the window, where she opened her Venetian blinds. Her cheerful face quickly transformed to scared.
D’SNOWTH: I know, it’s bad, isn’t it?
MRSPEPPER: Yep.
The bad site was the thread killers all picketing in the parking lot next to the 3976th ½.
VIBS: WHATTA WE WANT?
OTHERS: A CONTRACT!
VIBS: WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
OTHERS: NOW!
Back inside MrsPepper’s office, the distressed C.E.O. slumped on her couch, while D’Snowth brought her tea.
MRSPEPPER: Thanks. (Slurp) So, when did this start?
D’SNOWTH: This morning sometime. I almost plowed down Vic entering.
MRSPEPPER: But you can’t drive yet.
D’SNOWTH: I know, but I still almost plowed him down…
MRSPEPPER: Did he attack you?
D’SNOWTH: No, he just yelled at me.
MRSPEPPER: And, what did he say?
D’SNOWTH: “May you never see Elizabeth Montgomery’s face again!”
MRSPEPPER: Um… yeah. Now, what are we gonna do about them?
D’SNOWTH: I dunno. I’m thinking about either interfering myself, or hiring a mediator.
MRSPEPPER: Try going in yourself. I don’t have the money to spend on a mediator.
D’SNOWTH: Fair enough.
D’Snowth then exited MrsPepper’s back door, and to the stair case leading to the parking lot.
VIC ROMANO: (Seeing D’Snowth) Hey boys, it’s the VP! Kick ‘er on into high gear!
VIBS: Right! (Begins to yell at D’Snowth) Hey, if you don’t give us a contract, we’ll kill the wrong threads!
KERMIEBABY47: Yeah, and we’ll come and go as we please!
THAT ANNOUNCER: Yeah, and we’ll dump all the milk in the cafeteria!
D’SNOWTH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not my milk!
THAT ANNOUNCER: Hey boys, we found his weak spot!
D’SNOWTH: (Jumps up) It’s an act. Now look you guys, (Continues downstairs) you’ve got to get back inside. There are threads to be killed, forums to be washed…
BEAUREGARD: Doesn’t apply to me, I’m just the custodian. (Heads off into another part of the parking lot) I WON’T WORK! I WON’T WORK!
KERMIEBABY47: Beau, we ain’t going back in.
BEAUREGARD: Alrightey, then. (He goes back with the gang.)
D’SNOWTH: Look you guys, there’s another option. What do you think of mediation?
VIBS: I wouldn’t know, I’ve never mediated. (Cue beat)
ALL: VIBS!
VIBS: Sorry.
VIC ROMANO: It’s not that, you can’t kill jokes on strike, that’s your job!
VIBS: Oops. Guess I do what comes naturally.
BEAUREGARD: And THAT comes naturally to you?
VIBS: Yep.
D’SNOWTH: Oh-kay. Anyway, if you guys won’t deal with me, I’ll call in a mediator.
BEAUREGARD: Well, you just do that!
D’SNOWTH: Alright!
D’Snowth then rushed back up the backstairs, and into MrsPepper’s office to deliver the news.
D’SNOWTH: They’ve agreed to mediation.
MRSPEPPER: I’ve told you, we can’t afford a mediator! I guess we’ll just have to cut something from the budget.
D’SNOWTH: How about iced tea?
THAT ANNOUNCER: (OS, faintly) NOOOOOOOOO, not the iced tea!
D’SNOWTH: Boy, that kid does love his iced tea.
MRSPEPPER: Yep.
Commercial Break
Later in the conference room, everyone who was part of the organization was present.
MRSPEPPER: (To D’Snowth) Where is that mediator? He said he’d be here fifteen minutes ago.
D’SNOWTH: (looking out the window) He’s just coming in now.
Thirty seconds later, the door to the conference room swings open and George the Janitor walks in.
MRSPEPPER: Hey, what are you doing here?
GEORGE: Meeh, I’m your mediator!
D’SNOWTH: I thought you were a janitor!
GEORGE: Weeel, they fired me there after a year and hired some new guy later on. Can’t remember his name…
BEAUREGARD: Beauregard.
GEORGE: Yeah! (Walks to a large chair at the end of the table and sits down) So, what’s the problem? Union on strike?
VIC ROMANO: We sure are!
GEORGE: OK. I’d be willing to mediate. (To MrsPepper, quietly) I think I might be able to get them to concede without mediation.
MRSPEPPER: However you do it, get it over with!
GEORGE: (Back to the gang) Meeh, your boss here has hired a little entertainment for the day. She says you were gonna have some guy called Rowlf, but since you guys were on strike, she didn’t bother. Here’s your entertainment. (To the door) Come in, boys!
The four Gills Brothers walk in.
MRSPEPPER AND D’SNOWTH: Gulp…
LEAD BROTHER: Alright, here’s the mike, is it plugged in?
SECOND BROTHER: Yep.
LEAD BROTHER: Alright then, here we go. One, two, three, four…
FOUR GILLS BROTHERS: Go tell Anchovy, go tell An-cho-o-vy…
Vic and That Announcer began shaking in an annoyed matter.
VIBS: Uh-oh, I think those two are gonna crack…
KERMIEBABY47: (Also shaking) Not just them, I’m gone too!
Suddenly, all the union members except Vibs begin to scream.
ALL: Mercy! Mercy! We’ll take whatever contract you want! You do the work!
Vic and That Announcer fell to the floor and began kissing MrsPepper’s feet.
GEORGE: My work here is done. (Grabs suitcase) Come on boys, we’ve gotta go over to the postal place.
LEAD BROTHER: Right, man.
With that, the lead brother gathered the equipment, and The Gills Brothers followed George out of the building, while MrsPepper was getting disgusted at the feet kissing.
Commercial Break
Later in MrsPepper’s office…
D’SNOWTH: Well, they’re back to work.
MRSPEPPER: Good. And thank goodness I didn’t have to listen to that awful music for too long! Hey, I’m gonna go get my lunch.
D’SNOWTH: Well, I’m fine, had a few eggs for breakfast.
MRSPEPPER: Gotcha. Talk to you later.
D’SNOWTH: Yeah.
With that, MrsPepper walked out of her office, down the stairs, and to the parking lot.
MRSPEPPER: (singing to herself) Go tell Anchovy, go tell An-cho-o-vy…
THE END
