Actually shared life in Plasticville along with other pieces years back, but it was a lot of fun to write so I'm bringing it back to share again as a personal encore from myself. Will share more depending on the interest and could just add some new follow-ups.
BARBIE, KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE: THE CONTINUING SAGA OF LIFE AMONG THE PLASTIC SET
SCENE:A PARTY AT A MALIBU BEACH HOUSE. THERE IS MUSIC IN THE AIR AND THROUGH THE PICTURE WINDOW, WE CAN SEE BARBIE AND HER FRIENDS DANCING ITUP (on tippy-toes). A CONVERTIBLE DRIVES UP AND KEN, DRESSED IN HIS USUAL SURFING GEAR, GETS OUT AND HIDES BEHIND BUSHES AND PEERS INSIDE. SUDDENLY, GI JOE HOLDING HIS EVER-PRESENT WEAPON LOOKS OUT A HUGE PICTURE WINDOW. THE DOOR OF THE BEACH HOUSE OPENS AND GI JOE STANDS AT THE DOORWAY.
GI JOE
Who's there? Is somebody hiding 'cause if you are and I catch you, I'll blast the living daylights...
(BARBIE JOINS GI JOE)
BARBIE
Oh Joe! Just stop it right now! You are like...soooo paranoid
GI JOE
Thanks! That's what everyone tells me
BARBIE
Please come in and close the door! You're like...embarrassing me in front of my friends
GI JOE
Them Bratz babes? Lemme tell you Barbie doll - they ain't your friends! You should hear what they say about you behind your back
BARBIE
You know I can't see or hear what's going on behind my back! I can't even turn my head without help...or even scratch an itch
GI JOE
Me neither...but I hear all of them whispe
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By: scriberess,
on 7/19/2011
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on 3/22/2011
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Happy 5th birthday, Twitter! (The service is most popular with 20-24 year olds, and their tastes are definitely reflected in the list of most-followed accounts — Justin Bieber, Lady Gaga, and Britney Spears. In other social media news, Facebook... Read the rest of this post
By: scriberess,
on 2/5/2009
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BARBIE AND KEN VISIT THE PLASTIC SURGEON
BY ELEANOR TYLBOR
SCENE: WAITING ROOM OF PLASTIC SURGEON'S OFFICE.
BARBIE, "THE" PLASTIC FASHIONISTA, THUMBS THROUGH THE PAGES OF ELLE MAGAZINE. SHE IS WEARING LARGE SUNGLASSES THAT COVER A LARGE PORTION OF HER FACE AND A LARGE HAT COVERS HER HEAD. SITTING NEXT TO HER IS KEN, HER ON-AGAIN, OFF-AGAIN BOYFRIEND, WHO IS DRESSED AS PER USUAL IN SURFING TRUNKS. A SURFBOARD LEANS AGAINST THE WALL BEHIND HIM.
DR. MAK. M.E. YOUNG'S NURSE
BARBIE
Like…don't you know who I am, nurse? I'm Barbie! I mean, I'm everywhere in better toy retail outlets – and of course Walmart. Everyone knows me! I don't need a last name!
DR. MAK. M.E. YOUNG'S NURSE
Everybody has a last name. You can't see the doctor until my file is complete
KEN
Tell her, Barbie! You're half a century old for crying out loud
BARBIE
Oh? Since when do you have an opinion, surfer boy? If I'm a half-century – so are you!
KEN
Am not!
BARBIE
Are too!
KEN
Fibber!
BARBIE
Surfer stupid-o!
DR. MAK. M.E. YOUNG'S NURSE
'Scuse me but I still don't have a last name. No last name- no see doctor
KEN
I've kept this secret because I love you, babe but I gotta tell someone. Her real name is Barbara Millicent Robert
BARBIE
(sobbing)
Ken – how could you?
KEN
There's nothing wrong with your name
BARBIE
It's so…plain and normal. I'm Barbie, fashionista! If the Bratz ever find out…
KEN
I hadda share… Wait a minute…I hear something… I smell water…
DR. MAK. M.E. YOUNG'S NURSE
Oh shoot! Don't tell me the toilet's running over again. I swear, plumbers these days…
KEN
(grabbing surf board and running out of waiting room)
Surf's up!
BARBIE
(composing herself)
…he promised he would keep our secret forever…
DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG'S NURSE
There…there…Ms Robert…
BARBIE
It's Barbie! Got that?
DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG'S NURSE
Whatever… Dr. Mak M.E. Young will see you now
(another patient walks in. Looks around the office and stares at Barbie)
PATIENT
Hey! Aren't you… You know… I forget her name…
BARBIE
Yes…go on… You see me everywhere…? I'm into high-fashion…?
PATIENT
Paris Hilton! Like...ohmygawd! I can't believe it's you!
(BARBIE jumps up and hops quickly on tip-toes into the doctor's office)
BARBIE
I need help!
DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG
So what can I do for you today…Miss Martin? Please sit down
BARBIE
Must I? I mean, I'd rather stand up
DR. MAK ME YOUNG
All my patients have to sit across from me because…because… Just because
BARBIE
Easier said than done… Wait a minute… Maybe if I just…
(BARBIE attempts to manoeuvre into a sitting position without success. She ends up laying on her back, across the chair)
BARBIE
I'm 50 years old, doctor! Half a century! My skin is saggy and soggy and I need to re-invent myself. Those Bratz girls are just too popular
DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG
You know the Bratz too? You should see what I did for them! They look gor-geous!
BARBIE
Whad'ya gonna do for me?
DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG
(examining her with a magnifying glass)
Well… too much sun-tanning…and too many late nights clubbing… It's wear-and-tear on your face, y'know! I keep telling you celebs to wear sun protection but do you listen?
BARBIE
I'm a fashionista… Like...I hav'ta do those things! Please! You have to help me! I mean, you are a plastic surgeon!
DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG
Let me consult with my golfing buddies… I mean, let me talk about your case with other plastic surgeons. Go home and I'll get back to you
BARBIE
Please doctor – I'm desperate. Don't wait too long
(BARBIE attempts to get up without success. Finally after several ties, she manages to get in a standing position)
I hate it when this happens… If you could just move my arms down… Now push me up on my bum…
(DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG helps her, then opens the door. He extends his hand to say goodbye)
BARBIE
Just lift my arm up a little… Remember – I'm desperate – and I pay cash!
(TO BE CONTINUED… Will BARBIE receive the plastic surgery she believes she needs? Will DR. MAK M.E. YOUNG get a hole in one? These questions will be answered in the next instalment of "BARBIE CELEBRATES HER 50TH BIRTHDAY: BARBIE AND KEN VISIT THE PLASTIC SURGEON")
By: scriberess,
on 4/12/2008
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EXILED IN A WAREHOUSE DUE TO AN UNFORESEEN PRODUCT RECALL, THE PLASTICVILLE CREW WERE UNDER SEIGE BY A DEMOLITION COMPANY, SENT TO CLEAR OUT THE WAREHOUSE
BARBIE
(struggling to lift the lid of her box)
Somehow...we've...got...to...show...that...we're...here. Can't...move...this...top. If...only my...legs...would...bend...
G.I. JOE
Stop your moaning, soldier! You're part of the proudest fighting machine in the nation! Ten-shun!
BARBIE
Earth-to-G.I. Joe! Earth-to-G.I. Joe! Knock-knock! Anybody home?
G.I. JOE
Who's there? Anybody-home-who? Love 'em knock-knock jokes! Go on - tell me the punch line
BARBIE
No Joe - it's not a knock-knock joke. It's not funny one little bit! Like...we gotta find a way to tell those people we're here or else it's curtains for us
KEN
Surf's up! I hear it and the smell of salt water!
BARBIE
Ken...Ken...Ken... What you hear is the sound of heavy equipment and the smell of gasoline. Get a grip!
G.I. JOE
Yeah - get a life soldier sissy-boy! (sniffing) I just love the smell of gasoline in the morning! Hey soldiers - I think I got me an idea. I'm not quite sure yet but I feel something happening in my head. Wait a minute... Yeah - it's definitely an idea. Sometimes it's just dandruff but this time it's an idea...
KEN
Oh Gawd! We're gonna die!
(ALL THE BARBIES', KENS' AND GI JOE'S' IN THE BOXES, ECHO KEN'S WORDS)
BARBIES, KENS, GI JOES (TOGETHER): 'We're gonna diiiiie!'
G.I. JOE
(softly)
Ssssssh - quiet - everyone! The enemy is near! They think we can't hear them but I can. I've been trained to hear enemy talk. These aren't your run-of-the-mill, every-day, plastic ears, y'know! Keep your mouths shut and for gawd's sake - youze all, stop your snivelling! I can hear them... They're saying: 'Blow this place sky high!' I gotcha, you bastards! You ain't gonna get away with it! G.I. Joe is gonna blow us all to kingdom come! I got me one last grenade and...
BARBIE
No! Please! Listen to me, Joe! Babe! Soldier boy!
KEN
We're all gonna diiiiiie! I'm too young to die. I still got a lot of surfing to do!
KEN:(sung to: "Lot of Livin' to Do")
There are waves, just right for some surfing,
And I'm gonna get me a few,
Lots of curls waitin' in Hawaii,
Oh I got a lot of surfin' to doooooo!
BARBIE
Oh Ken - I love it when you sing! I almost forgot what a good voice you have
KEN
I know. Remember when I tried out for American Idol but they wouldn't let me sing to my surf board? Damn Simon! Damn Brits! What do they know about surfing? Oh babe! If only I could touch you! Remember how we used to watch the waves from your beach house, holding hands? The tips of our plastic fingers touching each other. It was magic! Waves came in...and then went out... Came in...and went out...
BARBIE
I get the picture. That seems like centuries ago! Oh why, oh why, must we deserve this fate?
G.I. JOE
Hey! As long as I got my one leg and arm - I'm gonna save us all! And don't forget I still got my teeth
KEN
...we don't have teeth, G.I....
G.I. JOE
Oh yeah. I knew that. Well...anyway. All I haf'ta do is pull this here string with my one good toe... And... Just a minute now...I'm almost there
BARBIE
No! Stop! You'll blow us all to bits!
G.I. JOE
Almost there...I got the end... just pull...
(SUDDENLY, THERE IS A HUGE BANG AND EXPLOSION. ALL THE BOXES AND THE LIDS FLY UP IN THE AIR)
KEN
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Surf's up!
BARBIE
(in mid-air)
My-my wardrobe! It's ruined! My life as a fashion icon is over! I am no longer the fashionista that everyone looks up to... The Bratts win in the end
G.I. JOE
Told you I'd get us outta here, babe! Look - there's my jeep down there! We're as good as free, babe!
(AS THEY SLOWLY FALL TO THE GROUND, ONE CAN ONLY SPECULATE AS TO WHERE THEY WILL END UP NEXT. WILL THEY BE FREE AGAIN OR ARE THEY FUGITIVES FROM JUSTICE?)
By: scriberess,
on 1/19/2008
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(the continuing saga of life among the plastic people)
by Eleanor Tylbor
When we last joined Barbie, Ken, GI Joe and their vinyl/plastic “sisters and brothers” they were spending Christmas stored away in cardboard boxes located somewhere on planet Earth. At the point they thought and maybe even hopefully assumed they were being rescued, the sound of heavy equipment indicated something to the contrary was about to occur. We join them now as panic begins to set in.
BARBIE
We're saved! But like…how can we attract their attention?
G.I. JOE
(attempting to reach the string to a hand grenade)
…just another inch…and…we’ll…be out’ta here… This should do...the trick...babe
BARBIE
Stop, GI Joe! Don’t pull that whatever you do! You’ll blow us all to bits! Oh gawd! Look at these clothes! Like...I can't be photographed looking like this
G.I. JOE
They’ll know we’re here, alright! Anyway, you look pretty good to me. A little dusty but then aren't we all?
BARBIE
Stop! Like…isn’t it bad enough that you already blew your foot off trying to be helpful? You don't get it – there will be pieces of us...like everywhere!
G.I. JOE
Yeah but we'll be out'ta here! Lissen – as long as I still got one good foot and two arms… Mmmm...look what I have here. A good, old cigar…
(suddenly there is a loud boom accompanied by smoke)
G.I. JOE
…make that one foot, two arms and one hand
KEN
He’s nutso! Your boyfriend is certifiable!
G.I. JOE
Thank you, sissy-boy! Nice of you to say. Uh-oh…my bullets have melted
BARBIE
He is NOT my boyfriend and those bullets aren't real, Joe! They're plastic - just like us!
KEN
Does that mean…I’m still your number one surfer dude? Do you like me more than you like that Ass-tralian surfer-boy?
G.I. JOE
...I gotta find me some new a-mu-ni-tion! Hey surfer sissy-boy! Got any spare bullets on you?
KEN
You-you’ve seen the light, right Barbie-kins, and want me back! Right?
BARBIE
How many times have I told you not to call me Barbie-kins? My name is Barbie! B-E-R-B... B-A-R-B-I-E. Sometimes, Ken, you’re so…
BLAIN
…dense? Stupid? Empty-headed?
G.I. JOE
Think I got me some spares around somewhere here…somewhere… If only I could…check my pockets… Hey Aussie dude from Astro-Austreee-Australia – you got any extra grenades around?
BLAIN
Oh yeah. I always carry around spare grenade on my body. Cheez you are such an ignoramus
G.I. JOE
Thanks! I got it all up here (points to his head with his foot). Lissen…lend me a few and I’ll pay you back
KEN
Ssssssh! Is that the sound of waves? Surf’s up! And me without my surf board
BARBIE
They’re coming to save us. I just know it! ‘Hello out there! It’s us, the Barbies and Kens and Blaines and GI Joes… Help!’
VOICE
Okay… Move in the equipment… Yeah…we got orders to empty this here warehouse…
BARBIE
Ohmygawd! Like…they’re gonna clear us out!
KEN
Don’t we want that?
BARBIE
They don’t know we’re in here! We’ve got to find a way to let them know! There has to be a way
G.I. JOE
Leave it in my hands, babe… I mean, in my hand. By the time that I’ve finished, they’ll know alright! Your G.I. is the main man! I helped Rambo get the bad guys and…
BARBIE
Oh fer… Rambo is pretend, G.I.! He’s pretend!
BLAINE
Oh? And what are we?
BARBIE
The sound…it’s getting nearer! We’ve got to do something…fast!
(QUESTIONS DU JOUR: WILL SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING TO HALT THEIR IMMINENT DESTRUCTION? WILL G.I. JOE TAKE CHARGE AND BLOW THEM ALL TO BITS? TO BE CONTINUED…)
By: scriberess,
on 12/30/2007
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BARBIE, KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE
(The continuing story about life among the plastic people)
BY ELEANOR TYLBOR
SCENE: A WAREHOUSE… SOMEWHERE. ROWS AND ROWS OF BOXES COVER THE FLOOR SPACE. HANGING LIGHT BULBS CAST SHADOWS ON THE WALLS. IT IS THE PLACE OF SOLITUDE AND EXILE FOR BARBIE, KEN, G.I. JOE AND OTHER DOLLS, WHO HAVE HAD TO ADJUST TO LIFE IN A CARDBOARD BOX
BARBIE
(muffled voice)
Hel-lo? Like…can anybody hear me?
G.I. JOE
Yeah – me babe! Your best buddy and boyfriend and love of your life, G.I. Joe, here to save and serve you! Is the enemy near? I can smell the bad guys!
BARBIE
First of all I’m not your girlfriend…why am I bothering when we’ve gone through this a zillion times, already. Like…we are friends. Just friends. Got that? Gee whiz I hate this place!
G.I. JOE
(laughing)
…just friends. Sure babe. I get it! You don’t wanna tell that douche bag, Ken, we’re shacked up. Right?
BARBIE
Say what? How can we be shacked up when we’re living in boxes?
G.I. JOE
Well…see… Uh-oh…I hear something!
BARBIE
(sighing)
You’re always hearing something…
KEN
(sobbing)
Is…that…you…Barbie? I-I’m so scared!
G.I. JOE
Ten-shun! Get a grip, sissy boy! You’re a marine!
BARBIE
Like…G.I. – it’s Ken! Think back! Ken? Surfer dude? The summer house?
G.I. JOE
Ken…Ken… I knew a Ken. Always walked around wearing underwear. A filthy pervert
BARBIE
That’s him. I mean – he’s not a pervert! He’s always prepared for the next big wave
KEN
When are they coming to get us? I’m sure surf’s up!
BARBIE
There are more important things in life than surfing, Ken!
KEN
Oh? Like what?
BARBIE
Well… like getting out of here. I’m so sick of living in a box. Like…my outfit is soooo passé and those Bratz have probably taken my place opening night clubs and everything. Ohhhhhh I’m so depressed!
G.I. JOE
Hey! I can do something ‘bout that with this here hand grenade I just happen to have on me. If I can just…get…at…it… I’ll just pull the string and blow our lids off
BARBIE
Oh fer… You do realize you’ll blow us up, too
G.I. JOE
…if I can just move my arm across here and…almost there…
(lights suddenly go on. There is the muffled sound of voices getting closer)
BARBIE
They’ve come to get us! I knew they’d find us sooner or later! Better fix myself up for the press… Hello? It’s us! Thank goodness you’re here!
VOICE
…yeah. These are them. Been here for a while now… We need the space so we better bring in the big shovels.
BARBIE
What do you mean, ‘big shovels’? You-you can’t do that…
G.I. JOE
…just a little more…I can feel the side of the grenade…the string is right on top…
(WILL THE GANG BE RESCUED FROM THE WAREHOUSE OR WILL THEY FACE A FATAL FATE?)
TO BE CONTINUED…
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By: scriberess,
on 11/3/2007
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BARBIE, KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE
BY ELEANOR TYLBOR
The continuing and sometimes funny, sad but always interesting story about life and love among the plastic people)
The story so far: Barbie, famous fashionista and media doll celebrity and cyber star of the continuing cyber soap opera, BARBIE KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE, has now been relegated to a warehouse, somewhere, along with her friends, KEN, G.I. JOE, BLAIN, the BRATZ, due to a product recall. In stark contrast to their former lives of wearing expensive high end clothes and doing the club scene, they are now in the dark in the true sense of the word, stashed away in boxes.
As we pick up the story, they are in the midst of planning a rebellion to draw attention to their plight and get free in time for the Christmas rush.
BARBIE
Okay. Can we get started? Is everyone here?
G.I. JOE
Oh I’m here babe! Big time! All I gotta do is flip the trigger on this here weapon of mass destruction and then… Boom! We’re outta here big time!
BARBIE
Joe, Joe, Joe… Get this through that thick plastic blob sitting between your shoulders…
G.I. JOE
…I love when you talk dirty like that babe…
BARBIE…whatever. Like...has it hit you yet you are lying down flat on your back in a cardboard box, unable to move?
G.I. JOE
Has what hit me? Nothing hit me! At least I didn’t feel nothing… Uh-oh - it's the enemy planning to strike and I gotta act like…fast and protect youze all! All I hav'ta do is pick up my weapon here... Arm - move! It's gonna move now... I...think...I...feel...something cold...in...my...hand...
BARBIE
(sighing)
Like...just forget about your weapon. 'Kay? Focus Joe - focus!
G.I. JOE
I'm...not sure of...what...this is... I don't remember...them...making weapons with long tails. Then again...a soldier has'ta be prepared for everything and I'm the best, y'know
BARBIE
You’re a legend in your own mind. Ken? Are you around, here, somewhere?
KEN
I-I’m scared, Barbie! It’s so…dark here. And...and I'm soooo cold... Why am I so cold, Barbie?
BARBIE
'Cause it's winter and you're wearing your surfing outfit! You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you
G.I. JOE
Hey! That’s a soldier’s job!
BARBIE
Listen G.I. – like…let me lay it on you the way things are. You are stuck in a cardboard box along with the rest of us
G.I. JOE
Hey! A soldier is never stuck! A soldier always has options!
KEN
(sobbing)
Mommy! I want my mommy!
G.I. JOE
Oh shut your trap, sissy boy! Act like a man and not a cry-baby for pete's sake! ‘I-want-my-mommy…’ This man’s army would make a man out’ta you. Ten-shun!
BARBIE
Like…how did this happen? Me, a former fashionista whose biggest problem was what outfit to wear and which club opening to be at? Look at what I’m reduced to? Can we get on with this meeting? Blain? Are you around somewhere?
BLAIN
Here! Trying…to…lift…this…top… Forgetaboutit. When I was in Australia…
G.I. JOE
There he goes again, talkin’ about that there strange soundin’ place ‘Stra-li-a! ‘Stralia this and Stralia that.’ We don’t care about your weird sounding place with a foreign name! Got that? Or maybe you need a little convincin’ with some lead…
BARBIE
Don’t listen to him, Blain. Like…his elevator don’t go to the top floor if you get my drift. Can we start now? Like…Christmas is almost here and like…we gotta be on the shelves in toy stores or we’ll never be here…forever! We hav'ta make our move, now
(sound of sobbing coming from KEN’s box)
G.I. JOE
There he goes again. ‘Wa-wa-wa!’ Be a real doll for once in your life, soldier! Ten-shun!
BARBIE
Know what’s really sad?
G.I. JOE
I’ll tell you what’s sad, babe! I could run out’ta bullets!
BARBIE
Like…I’ve been wearing the same outfit for like…months! I mean, a fashionista like me deserves better! And…and…nobody will wanna buy me because my beautiful blond hair will be flat and…and…
BLAIN
It’s okay. In my eyes, Barbie – you’ll always be the most beautiful sheila around
G.I. JOE
What’s that? Who’s Sheila? Did he make a pass at you, babe? ‘Cause if he did…
BARBIE
Oh Blain! If only…if only…we weren’t stored away in boxes and…and…we could like…reach out and touch each other…
BLAIN
We have to make a big push to get out. What if your friend, Joe, there, could shoot himself out of his box and then he could do the same for us…
BARBIE
Like…I dunno. The last time he fired his weapon, he shot his right foot off
G.I. JOE
Hey! You promised that would be our secret. Did I cry, huh? Did I? No I didn’t because I’m a real soldier! Not like sissy-boy over there… Anyway, I still got one good foot
BLAIN
Listen – we don’t have much choice, here. Um…G.I. – we need your services as a soldier!
BARBIE
Like…I dunno. I’m getting a bad feeling about this
QUESTION DU JOUR: WILL G.I. JOE BE ABLE TO FREE THEM FROM THEIR CARDBOARD PRISONS? MORE TO THE POINT, WILL THEY SURVIVE? STATE TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF “BARBIE, KEN AND THE REST IN PLASTICVILLE”
By: scriberess,
on 8/10/2007
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(The continuing story about life and love among the plastic people)
by Eleanor Tylbor
SCENE: BARBIE continues in her attempt to break up with G.I. JOE, who is not getting the message. KEN, her ex-boyfriend who took off after hearing the call of the surf, has returned, unaware of the situation. Meanwhile, the BRATZ, fresh from bad critical reviews of their first (and probably last) movie, are heading back to PLASTICVILLE, expecting to return to their former roles of fashionistas
KEN
Hey everyone! I’m back! Your Ken is back, Barbie!
BARBIE
Oh…like…just what I need right now. Ken back
G.I. JOE
(picking up a rocket launcher and pointing it at KEN)
Back from where, sissy boy? How do we know where you were? You could’a given the enemy our coordinates and they could be heading this way now. We gotta kill this guy, babe
BARBIE
Not! Like…put that thing down, G.I.! Get it through your head that we don’t have any enemies. I mean, maybe badly designed outfits and tacky clothes choices…knock-off purses. That doesn’t mean anyone has’ta die! Punished, yes. Death, no.
G.I. JOE
This sissy boy…you know him?
BARBIE
Joe – this is Ken! You remember Ken, don’t you? You and him shared a beach house for a month?
KEN
Is that really you, Joey ba-bee? It’s me, Ken, your beach bunny!
G.I. JOE
(visually uncomfortable)
Um… Well… Never saw this disgusting excuse for a soldier in my life! Turn around and put your hands on the wall
KEN
Why?
G.I. JOE
I gotta frisk you - t’see if you got any hidden weapons
KEN
Ohhhhhh – I like that idea. Here let me help…
G.I. JOE
(frisking KEN)
Stand back, soldier! I’m armed with a weapon
KEN
Oh I can see that. Wanna frisk me again? Then I’ll frisk you…and then we’ll frisk each other…
BARBIE
Like…I don’t wanna break up your sick game but G.I. – we hav’ta talk. Now please?
(suddenly, there is the sound of a car engine and a Corvette pulls up)
Sasha! Jade! Jasmin! Cloe! The Bratz are back!
G.I. JOE
You know these dolls?
BARBIE
Never saw them before in my life!
G.I. JOE
Aha! The enemy has many faces. Okay ladies. Up against the wall and spread your legs
(G.I. JOE attempts to push the Bratz dolls against the wall and they hop along instead on their tip-toes)
(cont’d.) I said – spread ‘em!
JADE
We can’t! Like…our legs won’t move apart! God knows we've been trying for years and don't even ask about our sex lives
G.I. JOE
Don’t gimme none of your lame excuses. I said – spread ‘em!
JADE
And I’m telling you – we can’t!
SASHA
Like…hi Barbie! We’re back! Where’s the party?
BARBIE
You have some nerve! The four of you take off on me…like…a long time ago and like…you try to be movie stars and like…you sucked big time and now…like you expect me to welcome you back with open arms?
SASHA
Well…yeah. Why not?
BARBIE
Um – well – because – lemme think on that question
YASMIN
The bad movie director kept telling us to emote and like…we kept telling him we couldn’t!
BARBIE
How come?
YASMIN
We don’t know what the word means. Oh Barbie – please forgive us! We miss your parties… I mean, we’ve missed you.
BARBIE
Like…right now I got other more important problems to worry about
CLOE
What could be more important than…us?
BARBIE
Um – well – him…(gesturing to G.I. JOE who is crawling around on his stomach looking for "the enemy") and Ken…and Blaine
CLOE
Blain? Who’s Blain?
BARBIE
That Australian surfer dude laying on the ground over there
(The BRATZ dolls hop over to where BLAIN is laying, staring at him)
CLOE
Hey – he’s cute
BLAIN
Mummy? Is it time for din-dins yet?
BARBIE
See what I mean?
KEN
Hey ladies – remember me? We surfed together?
CLOE
Is he still hanging around?
G.I. JOE
Okay ladies. Hands up in the air! How do I know you’re who you say you are? Gimme some proof. They gotta gimme proof, babe, or you know what I gotta do!
BARBIE
(slapping G.I. JOE across the face after each word)
You (slap)-stop (slap)-that (slap)-talk (slap)-right (slap)-now!
Questions du jour: Will G.I. JOE continue his strip searches of...everyone? What will be G.I. JOE's reaction when he and Barbie have "the talk?" Will Ken and G.I. renew their "friendship?" More importantly, will Barbie and the Bratz resume their fashionista standing and buy more designer clothes? These and other questions will eventually be answered in the next installment of:
By: scriberess,
on 7/16/2007
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(The continuing story about life among the plastic people)
By Eleanor Tylbor
SCENE: BARBIE, worried that G.I. JOE is “losing it” and concerned that she might end up losing BLAIN, her ex-but-maybe-with-a-little luck Australian surfer boyfriend who has been rendered semi-unconscious as a result of plastic bullets to his head, has broached the subject of breaking up with G.I. JOE
BARBIE
Did you hear what I said, G.I.?
G.I. JOE
Whad’ya mean?
BARBIE
Whad’ya mean, what do I mean? I meant exactly what I told you
G.I. JOE
(deep in thought)
Uh-huh. What did you say, again?
BARBIE
Um… Let me think…
(BLAIN, gains consciousness and picks up his head)
BLAIN
She means she wants to break up with you, mate!
BARBIE
Blain! You’re back! Oh praise be!
BLAIN
Mummy? I gotta go potty!
BARBIE
Like…maybe I spoke too soon
G.I. JOE
What does he mean?
BARBIE
Silly! That’s just Australian for he hast’a pee!
G.I. JOE
Good because I thought he was saying that you wanna leave me. I mean, I don’t know what I’d do if you ever did… Leave, that is
BARBIE
(nervous)
G.I. JOE
(thinking deeply)
No
BARBIE
What I’m trying to say is… Perhaps we should go our own ways for a while - but just for a while of course
G.I. JOE
Of course – I get it!
BARBIE
(relieved)
Whew! You do?
G.I. JOE
D’ya think I’m stoopid or something? Of course I understand!
BARBIE
You’ll always be a friend, G.I. and even though we may be apart, you’ll be close in my heart
G.I. JOE
You wanna go shopping by yourself. Right? I mean, I could drive you if you want but I’ll wait outside. That’s okay. I won’t go in with you and force them to serve you first if that’s what you want. I’ll just wait outside in my tank on guard ‘til you’re finished
BARBIE
(whistfully)
Oh G.I. That’s not exactly what I had in mind
G.I. JOE
So you want me to go in and help you choose clothes like always?
BARBIE
Not! Look G.I. – let me make this so you understand. Sometimes two people who’ve known each other for a long time like us…
G.I. JOE
Yeah – we been friends since we were kids and I got my first weapon. Remember? I used to walk you home and nobody would bother you when I’m around. No-one!
BARBIE
That’s exactly what I mean, G.I.!
G.I. JOE
You want me to walk you home, again? I could y’know! All you gotta do is ask! We could hold hands and skip…
BARBIE
(frustrated)
No G.I. I don’t need you to walk me home anymore! In fact I don’t need you! That’s the point!
G.I. JOE
I don’t get it
BARBIE
That’s the problem in a nutshell!
G.I. JOE
(lost in thought)
You want I should crack open some nuts for you? I mean, that’s weird but look – if my Barbie wants nuts…
BARBIE
(to herself)
…don’t finish that sentence, Barbie… Here’s it is. Plain and simple. We have to stop seeing each other
G.I. JOE
You want I should close my eyes?
BARBIE
(very frustrated)
No G.I. I want you and me to take a rest from each other!
G.I. JOE
You mean…
BARBIE
You go your way and I’ll go mine
G.I. JOE
Oh. So… It’s…him, isn’t it?
(points at the still unconscious BLAIN)
G.I. JOE
First it’s Ken and now this…this…surfer dude is trying to steal you away from me!
(BLAIN stirs and lifts his head)
BLAIN
Daddy? I wanna go surfing!
G.I. JOE
Well… He’s gonna have to fight me for you. (does karate chops in the air) My hands are a lethal weapon, y’know!
BARBIE
I know – oh how I know!
G.I. JOE
Where’s my weapon…
BARBIE
Please – no more violence. That’s the problem, G.I. That’s your way of handling everything
G.I. JOE
Hey! A soldier hast’a do what a soldier…
BARBIE
…hast’a do. I know. Go! Please leave – now –before things get out of hand, again
G.I. JOE
(pulling up BLAIN by the hair)
Hey – you! Surfer dude! You ain’t gonna get my Barbie without a fight! Got that?
(G.I. JOE drops BLAIN’s head, which falls on to the ground)
BLAIN
‘Mary had a little lamb…little lamb…little lamb…’
G.I. JOE
See Barbie? He’s a sissy, through-and-through. Who’s Mary? Your girl-friend, sissy-boy? Well – I’m off
BARBIE
That’s the truest thing you’ve said in a long time
G.I. JOE
I’m gonna prepare to defend your honor.
BARBIE
No – please! I don’t want that…
G.I. JOE
Sorry babe but a soldier has’ta…
BARBIE
…been there, heard that
(a familiar voice suddenly breaks the tension)
KEN
Hi-dee-hi-and ho-di-ho, people. Never fear - your Ken is near
BARBIE
Oh gawd! Just what I need now
(Question du Jour: With Ken’s arrival, will the situation become even more complicated than it is? Will Ken take sides and if so, who will he support: his old “friend” or a fellow surfer?)
By: Gina MarySol Ruiz,
on 6/13/2007
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Orwell Subverted: The CIA and the Filming of Animal Farm
Author: Daniel J. Leab
Publisher: The Pennsylvania State University Press
ISBN 10: 0-271-02978-1
ISBN 13: 978-0-271-02978-8
George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the famous allegory about British farm animals whose attempt to create a republic based on animal equality is subverted by the pigs – “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others” – became an instant literary classic in 1945. In 1954 it became the first British animated feature film.
There was gossip at the time that the movie could never have been made if America’s Central Intelligence Agency had not financed it. But the CIA stonewalled all requests for information, and those involved with the film refused to talk about it. The big question of scholars was whether the CIA simply provided money or exerted any editorial control over it. Were the Animal Farm film’s differences from Orwell’s book due to normal movie-studio rewriting, or did the CIA dictate the changes?
After fifty years, the CIA still refuses to release information, but many of the principals have died and their papers are now available. Professor of history Daniel Leab, who has written several books on World War II and Cold War espionage and propaganda, has spent years interviewing those involved with the filming and studying their papers, including fifty boxes of producer Louis de Rochemont’s uncataloged records at the American Heritage Center made available for research in 2004. This book is not only an in-depth study of the production of Britain’s first animated feature, but is a fascinating “warts and all” description of how the American and British governments tried to manipulate public opinion, on both sides of the Iron Curtain, during the 1950s.
Leab shows that making Animal Farm into a movie became a CIA project in 1950, with de Rochemont as producer because he had made several anti-Nazi and anti-Communist espionage dramas with FBI cooperation during the 1940s. De Rochemont, with the CIA’s approval, picked the British husband-wife animation studio of Halas & Batchelor to produce the film; it was never an independent movie production taken over by the CIA. “The financiers” requested script changes from the start, to turn Orwell’s allegory of a successful Socalist revoluton perverted by a tyrannical ruling clique, into a strident sermon that Communism was inherently evil. Halas & Batchelor rejected some overly-blatant requests, such as giving the pig Napoleon a Stalinist pipe and moustache, but accepted those that were more subtle yet turned the story into strident anti-Communist propaganda. The biggest change, the ending where the other animals rise up to overthrow their pig oppressors, was indeed demanded by the CIA (it hoped to incite audiences in Eastern Europe to revolt against their Communist governments), but Halas & Batchelor had decided on their own that a more upbeat climax than Orwell’s bleak ending was needed to make the film commercially successful. Most critics agreed upon the film’s release.
So the CIA did finance Animal Farm, and did try with some success to make it more blatant propaganda than it might have been otherwise; but on the whole the finished film was pretty much as it would have been without the “investors”’ politically-motivated revisions. Leab buttresses his findings with almost fifty pages of academic notes and bibliographies.
By: scriberess,
on 5/29/2007
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(The continuing story about life among the plastic people)
By Eleanor Tylbor
SCENE: Having revived BLAIN, the Australian surfer dude and love of BARBIE’s life, G.I. JOE has asked BARBIE about the geographical location of Australia
BARBIE
What are you trying to tell me, G.I.?
G.I. JOE
Hey! Is that the place where them there giant jumping mice live? ‘Cause if it is – I can get some of my men together and we can go hunt them down and…
BARBIE
Like…pleeze, G.I.! Is that all you care about? Killing and maiming? You are so violent!
G.I. JOE
Thank you. I know. Gawd I love it when you use those big words. You’re so smart, babe!
(BARBIE attempts to cradle BLAIN’s plastic head but it continually slips out of her inflexible hands and she ends up dropping his head on the ground)
BARBIE
Like…I’m soooo sorry. Blain? Are you okay, baby?
BLAIN
(mumbling)
Wha’? Hear? Surf’s up! Where’s my board…get my board please, mummy
BARBIE
Oh Blain…honey! It’s me, your Barbie doll!
BLAIN
Mummy? I have a boo-boo on my head. It hurts baaaaad
G.I. JOE
I dunno, babe! Sounds suspish..sustik… Could be an enemy. Better frisk him…
BLAIN
(dazed)
Daddy? Is that you?
G.I. JOE
Hey! I ain’t your dad! I’m a soldier and don’t you forget it. Ten-shun!
BLAIN
I see pretty stars floating in front of my eyes. Do you see them too? Let’s catch one
G.I. JOE
Stars? Oh…you mean the stars on this here u-ni-form I’m wearing! Wanna know what they’re for? See…this here one…
BLAIN
Twinkle, twinkle little staaaarrrr…how I wonder where you arrrrre…
G.I. JOE
…is for foldin’ my clothes nicely and this here one is…
BLAIN
…high above the earth so high…
G.I. JOE
…I got for brushin’ my teeth three times a day…
BARBIE
We have to get Blain to a hospital!
G.I. JOE
Hospital? We don’t need no hospital. See this here badge? I got that for First Aid. Your G.I. Joe can fix his boo-boo, lickety-split. Even faster than that
BARBIE
Like…don’t think I don’t appreciate the offer but I think my sweetie here…I mean to say, Blain here, needs a real hospital where real doctors…
G.I. JOE
Hey! Whad’ya mean, ‘real doctors’? They don’t give these here badgers…
BARBIE
…badges…
G.I. JOE
Huh? That’s what I said
BARBIE
Like…you said, BADGERS
G.I. JOE
Yeah. Badgers.
BARBIE
They’re B-A-D-G-E-S
G.I. JOE
Badgers…badges. What’s the difference?
BARBIE
A lot. One is an animal and the other is a… Why am I bothering to explain?
(G.I. JOE checks in a pocket and produces a band aid)
G.I. JOE
(Cont’d.) Here it is! I knew I had one on me…it’s a little old but it’s still good. So where’s the cut?
BARBIE
Um… Why don’t you talk with the doctors…just to make sure of course that they know what they’re doing? Here – let’s use my cell phone to call
(KEN suddenly walks out of the woods, running towards BARBIE and G.I. JOE, holding a surf board)
KEN
Hey Barbie! Surf’s up! Grab your…
BLAIN
(groggy)
Surf…gotta surf…
G.I. JOE
At ease, soldier! You’re in no state to surf. Here – lemme put this here band aid on your boo-boo…
KEN
Oh? Who do we have here? Blain? You whale scum! Shark doo-doo…
BARBIE
Um…Ken. Can you keep that for after? G.I. Joe here, like…got a little excited and like…hit him on the head with plastic bullets
KEN
You mean…Blain here is hurt? Oh my poor ba-by boy!. I mean, the idiot. He should be in a hospital getting proper care
G.I. JOE
Hey! He is getting cared for by me! I know all about fixin’ boo-boos!
KEN
(staring at him for ten seconds)
We can transport him to a hospital on my surf board. Now you take his arms Barbie, and I’ll take his legs…
(BARBIE and KEN attempt to bend over and grasp BLAIN’s legs and arms without success. As BARBIE picks up his arms, KEN drops his legs and vice-versa)
G.I. JOE
Here – let a soldier show you how it’s done
(G.I. JOE grabs BLAIN’s arms and attempts to throw him over his soldier but misses. BLAIN is propelled over G.I. JOE’s soldier, screaming all the while)
G.I. JOE
Whooops…
(to be continued)
Question du jour: will BLAIN receive the necessary medical help he requires?
©Eleanor Tylbor, 2007
By: scriberess,
on 4/29/2007
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KEN
Wow! This is nice. Just like the old days, babe! Me...you...
BARBIE
Um...Ken...I think we should talk
KEN
...the water and our surfboards. Remember, Barbie, before...he came along?
BARBIE
I think our problems go back much further than that
KEN
...we bought matching surfboards... Remember?
BARBIE
Focus Ken! Try and focus!
KEN
But those were such great times! You hav'ta admit they were great times... Okay. I'm focused now
BARBIE
Listen - true we were...
KEN
Hear? Is that a bigggg wave coming in? I think it is! Why don't we go get our surfboard and...
BARBIE
Forget about the wave, 'kay? Now look into my eyes, Ken. Like...we hav'ta talk!
(BARBIE holds KEN's head between her extended plastic hands but KEN attempts to move his plastic head towards the ocean)
(cont'd BARBIE) Ken! Pay attention! Things have changed. I've changed and evolved! Like...now I have a whole new line of clothing and...I'm a big celeb and...I hang out with the Bratz and stuff.
KEN
Me too! I can hang out with your gang! I use'ta be a star! Remember?
BARBIE
Like...see...that's the problem, Ken. You used to be a star but now you're just normal. Get it?
KEN
Um...yes... No - not really
BARBIE
Okay. Like...listen. I'm this really big well-known celebrity and you - well - you are a guy who likes to surf with only one outfit to wear. It just won't work!
KEN
What if I...give up surfing?
(KEN pivots as if he's on a surf board while talking to BARBIE)
BARBIE
Like...it can't be, Ken. Look at the way you dress. You've been wearing those same surfing trunks ever since we met. It's like - disgusting!
KEN
Hey - I hit the waves every day so they're always clean!
BARBIE
Ken...Ken...Ken... My poor Ken. Hit one too many times on the head with your surf board. You just don't get it, do you?
KEN
Huh? Get what? You want I should go get our surfboards 'cause if that's what you want, it won't take more than a couple hours if I leave right now...
BARBIE
I give up! Let's go back
KEN
Are you sure you don't wanna ride the waves? You use'ta like that
BARBIE
No Ken - I do-not-want-to-ride-the-waves with you
KEN
Are you riding the waves with somebody else 'cause if you are... I mean to say, if you is... Is there someone else? Is it G.I. Joe?
BARBIE
G.I. is just a friend, Ken, although he doesn't want to believe it.
(As they walk back, the sound of loud bangs resembling gun shots breaks the stillness of the night)
KEN
Uh-oh...I don't like the sound of that
BARBIE
Like...ohmygawd! I just hope it isn't...I pray that it isn't...
KEN
Yeah. Me too. Nothing spoils a night of surfing like a thunder storm. The last time I surfed during a storm, my board got hit with a bolt of lightning. I was unconscious for a good two minutes.
BARBIE
That would explain a lot. Uh-oh...is that G.I. Joe out there on the lawn?
(As they near BARBIE's beach house, BARBIE and KEN spot GI JOE shooting away wildly at...something)
(BARBIE cont'd) G.I. Joe! What are you doing?
G.I. JOE
It's okay, babe! Spotted an intruder and I took care of the problem. He'll never bother you again
(BARBIE, walking on tippy-toes with KEN lagging behind, rushes over and after several unsuccessful attempts at trying to get down on her knees, she bends over at the waist to see who the intruder is)
BARBIE
(gasping)
Like...omygawd! You've shot...
G.I. JOE
Yeah. No need to thank me, babe! I'm a trained sharp-shooter!
BARBIE
You...you...idiot!
G.I. JOE
Aw babe! You always say the nicest things!
BARBIE
You shot Blain, the Australian surfer dude.
G.I. JOE
He's the enemy, babe! A guy has'ta do what a guy has'ta do!
BARBIE
Ken - call the beach rescue
KEN
Uh-oh! Surf's up! Gotta go!
(KEN rushes off, leaving BARBIE and G.I. JOE alone)
G.I. JOE
No need t'thank me, babe
(BARBIE opens her Barbie carry-all purse and produces her cell phone)
BARBIE
'Hello - send an ambulance right away to Barbie's Fun'n'Famous Beach House right away!'
Question du jour: Will Barbie be able to save Blain (former love of her life) or is it too late? To be continued...
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