Look-alikes: Chris McGuire
Mr Gribble is a balding middle aged man seated behind a desk in an office. Opposite him is Mr Brown, a younger flasher executive.
Mr Gribble:
I'm glad you have chosen to use our service Mr Brown, very glad, I'm confident that you'll find that our clients are always very pleased with the service we provide...
Mr Brown:
I hope so, this is a very important event for my company, very important indeed, we really need to think outside the box with this one...
Mr Gribble:
I think you'll find that we here ‘Lookalikeys' are so far outside of the box that we're back inside it again...
Mr Brown: (Confused)
Okay...
Mr Gribble:
We've got literally tens of recommendations, from happy customers...
Gribble waves a load of blank pieces of paper in front of Brown's face.
Mr Brown:
They're blank...
Mr Gribble: (Grinning)
Exactly...No complaints.
Mr Brown: (Frustrated)
Well I'd like to have a look at your books...
Gribble turns around and gestures to a shelf of leather bound books.
Mr Gribble:
Certainly, I have a lovely collection; I'd particularly recommend my bound copy of ‘Bleak House'...
Mr Brown: (Getting Annoyed)
Not that type of book! I want to see some of your artists- you do specialise in look- alike artists don't you? That I can use at the opening of my new restaurant... I want glitz I want glamour...
Mr Gribble: (Grinning)
We have the perfect lookalikes for you...
Mr Brown: (Calming himself)
Ok let me see pictures...
Mr Gribble: (Animatedly)
Pictures, pictures! We don't do pictures! I've got better than that!
Mr Brown:
I'm confused...
Mr Gribble:
I thought as much, it's the way you part your hair... anyway I've got them here. I'll bring the first one through...
A door opens and a man walks in. He looks just like an average guy off the street.
Mr Gribble: (Grinning and glancing between Brown and the man)
Eh? Eh? It's amazing isn't it? It really is spooky.
Mr Brown: (to the man who has just walked in)
I'm sorry...
He whispers to Mr Gribble.
Mr Brown: (Confused)
Who's he supposed to be?
Mr Gribble:
Tony Smith...
Mr Brown:
Tony Smith...?
Mr Gribble: (Grinning)
Tony Smith...
Mr Brown:
I'm sorry, I've never heard of him. Is he famous?
Mr Gribble: (Confused)
Famous?
Mr Brown:
Yeah you know, well known...
Mr Gribble: (Serious)
I know what the word means...
Mr Brown:
I'm glad, is he famous?
Mr Gribble: (Grinning)
Famous... no he's not famous. He runs the Post Office down on the high street.
Mr Brown:
This fella?
Mr Gribble:
No Tony Smith...
Gribble produces a picture of Tony Smith- he looks identical to the man in the room.
Mr Gribble:
Alan here is the spitting image of him... impressive eh?
Mr Brown:
They are undeniably similar looking. But what good is that to me?
Mr Gribble:
You've lost me... I thought you wanted a lookalike?
Mr Brown:
Of someone famous- not the fella at the local post office. Who've you got that's famous?
Mr Gribble: (Confused)
Famous, we don't do famous...
Mr Brown: (Frustrated)
But everyone does famous...
Mr Gribble:
Exactly...we're doing something a bit different! You said you wanted to think outside the box...
Mr Brown:
You don't do famous... I'm off.
Mr Gribble:
Wait, wait...
Doreen. Call in Barry.
A man dressed as Elvis Presley walks into the room.
Mr Gribble:
He's impressive isn't he?
Mr Brown:
Oh yes, he's a very convincing Elvis
Mr Gribble: (Confused)
Elvis? Elvis? Never heard of him, this is Barry he's the spitting image of Marty Walker who works in the Freezer Centre on the High Street...
Gribble lifts a photo up camera, Brown shakes his head and walks out of the room slamming his door behind him.
Mr Gribble: (To Elvis)
Typical...
Did you bring that ice cream I wanted?