Hopefully someone can tell me where/if I'm going wrong.
PART 1. Skit Comp 'Fictional Heroes'
EXT. STREET
A WOMAN SCREAMS AS HER HANDBAG IS SNATCHED. THE THIEF RUNS OFF DOWN A CROWDED STREET, SHOVING PEOPLE ASIDE TO MAKE HIS ESCAPE.
CUT TO THE FEET OF AN EVERYDAY MAN. HE WEARS A GREY MAC AND THICK GLASSES. HE GRABS THE TOP OF HIS MAC (SUPERMAN STYLE), READY TO RIP IT OFF.
CUT TO OUR HERO RUNNING NAKED (APART FROM A RED TIE) THROUGH THE STREET, AFTER THE CRIMINAL. HIS COCK FLAILING ABOUT AS HE RUNS, PARENTS WATCHING COVER THEIR CHILDRENS EYES.
BYSTANDER:
It's The Streaker!
JUMPING, THE STREAKER RUGBY TACKLES THE BAGSNATCHER. THEY WRESTLE ON THE FLOOR UNTIL THE LAWBREAKER REALIZES WHAT HE'S GRABBING HOLD OF.
THIEF (MUFFLED BY FLESH):
F**k this.
HE FALLS BACK ONTO THE GROUND IN SUBMISSION. THE STEAKER SECURES HIS PRISONER WITH HIS TIE THEN PROUDLY SITS HIS BARE ASS ATOP THE MAN'S FACE.
THE STREAKER (GRINNING):
Smell my justice!
END
PART 2 - Skit Comp 'Disguise'
INT. COURTROOM
DEFENCE BARRISTER (GESTURING)
...and after chasing the hoodlum who had snatched this young lady's handbag and retrieving the said bag, discarded by the thief, you were leapt upon by 'The Streaker', Mr Wilkes?
MR WILKES
Yes.
DEFENCE BARRISTER (TO THE JURY MORE THAN ANYTHING)
And did he at any time read you your rights, or explain what was happening?
MR WILKES (LOOKING SHEEPISH)
No sir, he just.. just.. sat on me, quipping.
DEFENCE BARRISTER
Quite. Your honour, I move that this case be thrown out! My client's.. (HE QUIETLY CONFERS WITH HIS MR WILKES) rights have been violated!! The defence rests.
JUDGE (LOOKING AT THE PROSECUTION BARRISTER)
Mr Carlisle...?
BEHIND HIS DESK, MR CARLISLE SITS IN A WIG, GLASSES AND RED TIE. APART FROM THAT, HE IS NAKED.
MR CARLISLE
The prosecution calls... The Streaker!!
HE SPINS QUICKLY AROUND TO POINT AT THE DOOR AT THE BACK OF THE ROOM. THE WHOLE OF THE COURTROOM FOLLOWS HIS FINGER AND STARES INTENTLY AT THE DOOR.
AS THEY LOOK MR CARLISLE WHIPS OFF HIS GLASSES AND WIG AND STEPS OUT FROM BEHIND THE DESK.
THE STREAKER
Soooo Mr Bagsnatcher...
THE ENTIRE ROOM WHIPS BACK AROUND AS ONE. APART FROM A QUIET SOLITARY VOICE, GASPS FILL THE AIR.
VOICE IN THE CROWD
That's the same guy...
DEFENCE BARRISTER
Objection your honour!
JUDGE
Sustained. The jury will disregard The Streaker's comment.
THE STREAKER WALKS SLOWLY UP AND DOWN IN FRONT OF THE JURY. HE LEANS AGAINST THE RAIL FOR A MOMENT AND WINKS AT A WOMAN IN HER 60s WHO NERVOUSLY SMILES BACK. HE DROPS HIS PEN AND SLOWLY BENDS TO PICK IT UP. PLACING THE PEN TO HIS LIPS, AND LOOKING COYLY OVER HIS SHOULDER, HE POINTS HIS HAIRY POSTERIOR AT THE DEFENDANT WHO RECOILS A LITTLE. STILL SMILING AT THE OLD WOMAN THE STREAKER QUICKLY TIGHTENS HIS BUNS MAKING THEM TWITCH AGGRESSIVELY.
MR WILKES (TRYING TO SCALE THE WALLS OF THE DOCK AND CRYING A LITTLE)
Ok, it was me! I stole the bag!! Just get that thing away from me!
JUDGE
Ok.. take him away please.
GUARDS TAKE THE BAG SNATCHER INTO CUSTODY AS THE STREAKER TURNS, HANDS IN THE AIR, TO AN OVATION FROM THE PUBLIC GALLERY. HE MAKES HIS WAY BACK TO THE DESK, DROPPING HIS PEN UNDER IT AS HE SITS DOWN. HE DISAPPEARS BELOW IT FOR A SECOND AND RETURNS WITH WIG AND GLASSES REPLACED.
VOICE IN THE CROWD (AGAIN)
Are you all blind?!
END
