Numskulls was an inspiration. It's why my protagonist was called Ed. Apparently there was also a sitcom in the early 90s called Herman's Head. I only watched the trailer for that to ensure that my sitcom was sufficiently different. But Inside Out just seems too similar. I'll post a scene or two.
Here goes... I am warning everyone that was intended for a much older audience. My disclaimer is also that this was my first draft. I know there are a number of areas to improve.
FADE IN:
OPEN YOUR MIND
INT.- ED'S TOILET
ED IS SITTING UNCONSCIOUS ON A FILTHY TOILET IN A POSE REMINISCENT OF 'THE THINKER'. ONE OF ED'S EYES OPEN. HE SCANS THE ROOM AND BEGINS TO SLOWLY SIT UP AS THE IMPLICATIONS OF THE PREVIOUS NIGHT BEGIN TO DAWN ON HIM.
ED SLOWLY WAKENS AND ATTEMPTS TO EXAMINE THE HAND THAT HAS BEEN PROPPING UP HIS HEAD. HE GIVES HIS HAND A SHAKE. HE STUMBLES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE BATHROOM DOOR. THIS IS FOLLOWED BY A WIDE SHOT OF HIM INTO HIS LIVING ROOM. HE SLUMPS ONTO THE SOFA AND SLAPS HIS HEAD IN AN ATTEMPT TO REVIVE HIMSELF.
INT. - INSIDE ED'S MIND
ED'S MIND IS AN IDENTICAL COPY OF HIS LIVING ROOM BUT IN PRIMARY COLOURS. THE ONLY OTHER SIGNIFICANT DIFFERENCE IS A LIGHT IS POSITIONED ABOVE THE TV SET. LIBIDO IS SITTING LAZILY TRYING TO GET HIS HAND DOWN HIS SKIN TIGHT JEANS. HE IS WATCHING ED'S VIEW OF HIS OWN ROOM ON THE TELEVISION SET. LIBIDO IS WEARING A BRIGHT RED TSHIRT WITH A CHILD LIKE DRAWING OF A PENIS EJACULATING WITH THREE BLOBS. HE LOOKS LIKE A PRIMARK RUSSELL BRAND. THERE IS A CONTENTED GRIN ON HIS FACE. IN THE BACKGROUND, THE ALMOST FERAL FORM OF CONSCIENCE ROCKS BACK AND FORTH.
MEMORY ENTERS AND SITS ON THE SOFA NEXT TO LIBIDO. HE LOOKS SEVERELY HUNGOVER.
LIBIDO STARTS TO RUMMAGE IN HIS PANTS MORE VIGOUROUSLY.
MEMORY COUGHS. LIBIDO SLOWS HIS RUMMAGING THEN DISAPPOINTEDLY REMOVES HIS HAND FROM HIS PANTS.
LIBIDO
Alreet memory gland?
MEMORY
You're up early.
LIBIDO
How do you think Ed keeps waking up with morning glory?
MEMORY
What has Mr Thought got against me? What the cocking hell happened last night?
LIBIDO
Yer always the first to go, you lightweight. Not too sure myself what happened though...Last thing I remember, I was trying to persuade the Mr Ed to knock one out.
LIBIDO
Drinking always make me horny.
LIBIDO STARTS TO IDLY RUMMAGE IN HIS PANTS AGAIN.
And hangovers.
MEMORY
Everything makes you bloody horny. You are Libido. Where the hell were we?
LIBIDO
Beats me. Pub car park I think.
MEMORY
And you were trying to persuade Mr Thought to get Ed to have a wank?
LIBIDO GRINS
LIBIDO
Think he would have seen sense and all if he hadn't been. You know... (LOOKS DOWN AT PENIS) Can't remember the rest of the night though.
LOGIC ENTERS WEARING A PURPLE TSHIRT WITH AN IMAGE OF EPICURUS ON IT.
LOGIC
What in Dawkins' name is going on?
LOGIC SLAPS MEMORY AROUND THE BACK OF THE HEAD.
MEMORY
Ouch! You walking cliche. What was that for?
LOGIC
You're the memory. Buffoon. You work it out.
MEMORY
Oh shite! Mr Ed's new job!
MEMORY SCRAMBLES FOR CONTROL OF A KEYBOARD PLACED IN FRONT OF THE TELEVISION AND STARTS POUNDING KEYS FRANTICALLY.AN ALARM GOES OFF.
MEMORY (CONTINUED)
Mr Thought, Mr Thought, Sir! We need to get Ed up and out!
Sorry Michael. Posted that and then saw your post. Great minds... Or at least one great and one pretty mediocre one.
Oh. There's lots more too. I've only posted this to illustrate my post. I'm going to stop now as I'm acquiring the defensive nature of someone who's just posted his first piece of writing.