Script in search of a budget
July 23rd, 2010Open on a dignified college campus. Ronald McDonald clown students in full costume and makeup mill about. Some hurry to class carrying piles of books. Others sit on benches doing last minute research on their laptops. Under a tree one Ronald thoughtfully strums a cello as if it were a guitar while several others sitting around him sway their clown heads in rhythm.
Announcer: Every year the McDonalds institute for advanced clowning turns out thousands of the brightest and cheeriest clowns in the world. Most go on to spread joy and happiness throughout the world; skipping on rainbows, adding color to black and white forest scenes, making various sorts of nuggets dance, that sort of thing.
Cut to the exit of a building as a different kind of Ronald exits. The makeup and clothing are the same, though perhaps a bit less carefully applied, but the attitude is way different. The other clowns give this one extra room as he limps out, leaning heavily on his cane. He sneers at the other Ronalds, disdainful of their inferiority.
Announcer: Then there’s this clown.
Title appears over the action: Ronald McDonald House M.D. (Mirth Doctor)
Cut to McDonalds Play place. Ronald McDonald House has a child tied up with the colorful ribbons that clowns sometimes pull from their mouths. House is wearing giant sunglasses and takes the top off a shake. A magical, glowing, purple swirl swims playfully about his head and into the sky. The child steadfastly refuses to react. The parent try to intervene but are shoved rudely back by the suddenly serious House.
Mother: Please stop! We’ll be late for soccer practice!
Ronald McDonald House: [Ripping off his giant sunglasses] Lady, if you stop this bit your kid will be kicking the bucket, not a soccer ball.
Cut to distinguished office of the head of clowning. Ronald McDonald House is lounging disrespectfully in one of the chairs.
Head of Clowning: House, you and I both know you get results. But the parents…
House: The parents wouldn’t know a custard pie if it hit them in the face.
Head of Clowning: I’m not arguing that point, House. But the parents are the ones that buy the Happy Meals.
House leaps to his overlarge feet.
House: Why are we here? To make kids laugh or to sell burgers?
Head of Clowning: Well, actually…
House: Bah! Save it.
House limps toward the exit, grumbling as he goes.
House: I’m a clown dammit! I make kids laugh.
Cut to a conference room. House and two other clowns are brainstorming a case. He crosses each item off of a list on the whiteboard as he speaks.
House: No smile for making a double arched rainbow. Hamburglar chased by Grimmace – zip.
Clown 1: Did we check for Lupus?
House: Yes. He didn’t laugh at Lupus.
Clown 1: It’s hopeless.
House: It’s not hopeless, it’s hypogigglia.
Clown 2: Hypogigglia? But there hasn’t been a case of that for decades.
Clown 3: If that’s what it is, then it’s out of our hands.
House: Why? There is a cure.
Clown 3: The whoopie cushion?
Clown 2: But we can’t use that, House.
Clown 1: You know Ronalds don’t use those sorts of props.
Clown 3: You can’t do it House. It’s too extreme. It’s not Ronald McDonald material!
Clown 1: Clowning bylaw number 12. No humor that might be construed as a negative effect of McDonald’s food.
House: Don’t give me your rules! They won’t make that kid laugh!
Quick cuts as music builds in tension
Clown 3 bursts into the head of clowning’s office and says: Sir! You’ve got see what House is doing in laugh lab 7!
The head of clowning looking through the two-way mirror: The fool! He’s about to ruin over 40 years of PR!
Clown 3 and the head of clowning run down the hall to get to the laugh lab but find a gigantic padlock holding the door shut. The head of clowning says: If he goes through with this, I won’t be able to save him.
Art card: Ronald McDonald House M.D.






