EXT. STREET. DAY
A man in a warehouseman’s coat (STAN) is standing behind a trellis table. There are various posters and phamplets. He is trying to attract people, a woman (SANDRA) stops.
SANDRA
Hello, what’s this for?
STAN
Hello there young lady, I’m trying to educate people to the plight of the poor comedy warehouse man.
SANDRA
(SHAKES HEAD)
I’m sorry I don’t know..
STAN
(INTERRUPTS)
Exactly love, they were once the staple of all flavors of TV, you couldn’t turn on the telly without them walking across a road with a pann of glass being narrowly avoided.
SANDRA
I remeber my parents saying something about this...
STAN
Ah bless you for saying so. Sadly in 1986, one of the noble breed was caught moonlighting as an actual warehouseman, it totally confused one of the TV execs for a whole lunchhour so they got banned them and what with the advent of the home movie shows, people were doing thier own pratfalls.
SANDRA
That’s terrible, I literally didn’t know. What happened to them?
STAN
Ironically they stored them in warehouses till their contracts ran out, they used to take turns looking after each other. Eventually the warehouses were made into trendy flats and many of them are now homeless.
SANDRA
So what can I do to help?
STAN
Well I’d just ask that next time you find yourself next to a large stack of empty boxes, or on an uncontralable cycle or even if your discussing something serious and you want some light relief for any passers by.give this number a call.
HE HANDS HER A CARD.
SANDRA
Actually I do have a garage with piled up boxes and I believe the top one is percasioulsy balanced and does contain a lid of paint with the lid not on properly.
STAN
(WIPING A TEAR)
Bless you love, I'm so happy to hear that.
SANDRA
No problem I’ll speak to you later.
She walks away only to come to an abrupt stop with a pung noise and fall out of screen.
We pan back to reveal she has walked into a pane of glass being carried between teo warehousemen.
STAN
Nice lads, nice.
ENDS