The Agency

INT. DAY. OFFICE.

A SHORT, BALD MAN SITS AT A DESK. HE IS WEARING WACKY GLASSES AND HAS AN 'ELTON' NAME BADGE.

ELTON:
I've got an idea that will put our lookalike agency on the map.

CUT TO MAN WHO LOOKS A TINY BIT LIKE DAVID BECKHAM.

DAVID:
That's why you're the boss, boss. What is it?

ELTON WALKS TO CORNER OF ROOM. THERE IS A SHEET COVERING SOMETHING.

ELTON:
Taa daa.

HE WHISKS OFF THE SHEET TO UNVEIL A SKELETON.

ELTON:
Meet Marilyn Monroe, Churchill, Hitler and erm, that dead actor bloke.

DAVID:
Oh my God boss, what a line up we've got on our books now.

ELTON:
Oh yeah, and, although she isn't dead yet, it's a realistic Posh for you to team up with.

Ummm, doesn't work for me. Although a single celled comic strip thing, might do the trick?

Just a daft idea I had, cheers.

Maybe if the pay-off was that there actually *was* a genuine demand for it somehow, that would work better?

Dan

I didn't like it, sorry Nigel.

There is a decent idea here, but you need to rethink it and start again.

It's a good idea but it feels over explained which kills the joke abit.

I like the idea of the skeleton being a posh lookalike, maybe develop that?

Could be a real rib-tickler. Needs a complete re-write to put some flesh on the bones.