FADE IN:
Nothing but black. The sounds of DRILLING and MEN laughing can be heard but not seen. Somewhere CARS and TRUCKS are driving by.
KAZZY HART (Off-Screen):
Come on you stupid thing! Work! You?re not even worth the frickerfracking coins I paid Cheeky for you if you can?t even?
The screen suddenly goes from black to a glaringly bright RhyDin day. The drilling, the men, the cars and trucks are all still out of sight though. Instead there is the scuffed up pavement and an equally scuffed up pair of yellow hi-top sneakers standing on it.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
It?s alive!
The pavement jolts up and down matching the movements of the amateur holding the handheld camera.
If the jolting isn?t enough to make a viewer nauseous the blur caused by the camera being whipped around might do the trick.
Staring up at an awkward angle KAZZY HART?s pale and stupidly grinning face comes into view. Kazzy, 18, wears an orange hardhat with her wild floof of platinum blond hair poking out from underneath. Her electric blue eyes are the only thing to stand out on such a white backdrop.
KAZZY HART:
Hah! This is so fantabulous!
KAZZY HART:
I wonder if you can see up my nose? What about now?
A sudden rush and everything is black again. If the camera had a better focus maybe some nose hairs would be visible but luckily they?re not. Kazzy?s LOUD LAUGHTER accompanies another fast movement that puts her entire stringbean of a body into view. She?s wearing a vest the same obnoxious color as her hardhat, a dirty t-shirt and a pair of dusty jeans.
KAZZY HART:
Ohhh yeah, you know you like what you see, don?t you?
An uneven up-and-down pan of the lanky body follows. The loud laughter continues.
KAZZY HART:
All right then so where were we? Yeah! I?m your totally excellent host Kazzy Hart. What am I hosting? Duh! You?re going to get an exclusive peek into my super fun life! Starting with a look at my newest job in construction!
Another blur and the MEN who were laughing earlier come into view. They?re a motley bunch with hair growing in the most unflattering of places and ways, potbellies on some, tattoos on others.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
Say hello to the camera boys!
The MEN do not wave. They make lewd gestures towards the camera. RUSTY, a mountain of a man with thighs as thick as tree trunks does something particularly obscene. He grabs his crotch and smiles wide.
RUSTY:
Hey Kazzy! How do ya like your meat?
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
Definitely bigger than that weenie you?re packing dude!
The men including Rusty laugh.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
See that building?
Very quickly the top of a large brick building comes into view.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
We?re going to blow it up today! And that?s after I get to take a sledgehammer to part of it! And that freak Rusty there pays me for doing it! How frickerfracking awesome is that?!
Spinning around a row of sledgehammers leaning against a fence comes into view.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
That last one of the left is mine. I call it Slammerhead.
Again the movement is quick, too quick for the eye to like, but the last sledgehammer on the left looks like all the rest except its handle has been covered in rhinestones. Bedazzled even.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
Oh man wait ?til you see this?hey! What?s this little blinking light action you got going on? You trying to wink at me or something? What?? Low battery?! But Cheeky said these batteries were brand spanking n---
FADE OUT.
Nothing but black. The sounds of DRILLING and MEN laughing can be heard but not seen. Somewhere CARS and TRUCKS are driving by.
KAZZY HART (Off-Screen):
Come on you stupid thing! Work! You?re not even worth the frickerfracking coins I paid Cheeky for you if you can?t even?
The screen suddenly goes from black to a glaringly bright RhyDin day. The drilling, the men, the cars and trucks are all still out of sight though. Instead there is the scuffed up pavement and an equally scuffed up pair of yellow hi-top sneakers standing on it.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
It?s alive!
The pavement jolts up and down matching the movements of the amateur holding the handheld camera.
If the jolting isn?t enough to make a viewer nauseous the blur caused by the camera being whipped around might do the trick.
Staring up at an awkward angle KAZZY HART?s pale and stupidly grinning face comes into view. Kazzy, 18, wears an orange hardhat with her wild floof of platinum blond hair poking out from underneath. Her electric blue eyes are the only thing to stand out on such a white backdrop.
KAZZY HART:
Hah! This is so fantabulous!
KAZZY HART:
I wonder if you can see up my nose? What about now?
A sudden rush and everything is black again. If the camera had a better focus maybe some nose hairs would be visible but luckily they?re not. Kazzy?s LOUD LAUGHTER accompanies another fast movement that puts her entire stringbean of a body into view. She?s wearing a vest the same obnoxious color as her hardhat, a dirty t-shirt and a pair of dusty jeans.
KAZZY HART:
Ohhh yeah, you know you like what you see, don?t you?
An uneven up-and-down pan of the lanky body follows. The loud laughter continues.
KAZZY HART:
All right then so where were we? Yeah! I?m your totally excellent host Kazzy Hart. What am I hosting? Duh! You?re going to get an exclusive peek into my super fun life! Starting with a look at my newest job in construction!
Another blur and the MEN who were laughing earlier come into view. They?re a motley bunch with hair growing in the most unflattering of places and ways, potbellies on some, tattoos on others.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
Say hello to the camera boys!
The MEN do not wave. They make lewd gestures towards the camera. RUSTY, a mountain of a man with thighs as thick as tree trunks does something particularly obscene. He grabs his crotch and smiles wide.
RUSTY:
Hey Kazzy! How do ya like your meat?
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
Definitely bigger than that weenie you?re packing dude!
The men including Rusty laugh.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
See that building?
Very quickly the top of a large brick building comes into view.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
We?re going to blow it up today! And that?s after I get to take a sledgehammer to part of it! And that freak Rusty there pays me for doing it! How frickerfracking awesome is that?!
Spinning around a row of sledgehammers leaning against a fence comes into view.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
That last one of the left is mine. I call it Slammerhead.
Again the movement is quick, too quick for the eye to like, but the last sledgehammer on the left looks like all the rest except its handle has been covered in rhinestones. Bedazzled even.
KAZZY HART (O.S.):
Oh man wait ?til you see this?hey! What?s this little blinking light action you got going on? You trying to wink at me or something? What?? Low battery?! But Cheeky said these batteries were brand spanking n---
FADE OUT.