People have forgotten how to tell a story. Stories don’t have a middle or an end any more. They usually have a beginning that never stops beginning.
We can relate. We stopped counting takes of our movie, “Take 2.” It got too confusing to keep saying, “take 47 of Take 2, scene 1.”
I guess we should be impressed that Stephanie and Sissy Spacek Spielberg are 2nd cousins twice removed from Steven Spielberg. Makes me kind of wonder though if he likes cake and tea as much as they love to serve it.
Well, I’m at the staging area of the Cowboy’s ranch. It’s almost 10:00 o’clock in the morning and production was supposed to start at 9:00. I’m the only one here. I know they can’t all still be eating breakfast. It’s french fry day, and those get wolfed down pretty quickly.
I think I know what the problem is. Everybody has been working around the clock to put this movie in the can. They are suffering from burnout. I’m sure some days they think they’ll never hear, “It’s a wrap.” It’s a grueling schedule. Movie making isn’t for sissies that’s for sure.
That’s the animals I’m talking about. The human’s are a another story. They gripe and complain about everything, and they have become such demanding divas. They are never on time. Even Jerry’s family is starting to annoy me. I have to be so careful about what I say. They break into song if anything you say reminds them of a song they know, and they know a lot of songs.
Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad.
See what I mean!
Oh well, I put a bug in the Cowboy’s ear. I think we should have an old fashioned hoedown. We’ll have it in the barn room… in the mansion. We’ll serve mashed potatoes, french frys, Sugar Frosted Flakes, bacon, and eggs. Of course, we won’t have anything to eat for 5 days except tea and cake.
I like it!! Action
Night of the Hoedown Throwdown
It’s so nice to see Sissy having fun…Where is Stephanie?
It was my turn in the Jacuzzi tub. My unfortunate birthmark needed a rest, rest, rest…(It’s a music thing..Stephanie will know what I mean.)
I’m hiding in the hay til sunrise…I’m trying to get my arm down, I think it’s stuck.
FRENCH FRIES ON THE HOUSE EVERYONE
Wait! Where are the other C and C? They’re missing out on all of the fun!!
I’m Sherri the Casting Director. They’re all nuts. Yup… crazy as a soup sandwich. I don’t know what to tell you about the Cowboy. I think the cheese slid off of that boy’s cracker! I’m kind of tired of casting seeing eye humans. I want to go in a different direction, so I decided to utilize my amazingly intuitive leadership skills. I called for a meeting of the minds…This is what I got. Guess they all dropped their brains off then went on to the hoedown.
Elvis is here, and he’s all shook up…he thought he was singing at the hoedown..crazy huh? You don’t have to hang from a tree to be a nut.
No words were spoken, but it was understood. The Cowboy and the Phantom Wrangler were gone, gone, gone…They were traveling faster than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest.
I’ll love you long after you’re gone
And long after you’re gone, gone, gone.
Sorry…Uh, Oh…Look who is right behind The Phantom Wrangler and the Cowboy.
I’m headed out in the truck to sell fertilizer. I cleaned up the barn room.
So, another sun sets on a south South Dakota evening. If you’re wondering if Dr. Longhorn will catch up to the Cowboy and the Phantom Wrangler…Take my word for it…Not a chance. Oh, they will all be back. Crazy just draws folks in.
“Attica! Attica! Attica!…”
Dog Day Afternoon (1975)