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(Chapter 1)
[Luggage in one hand, Gene waves goodbye with the other, before disappearing behind the doorframe’s hanging beads.]
Sandy: “W-Wait… Ge— shit… hold on…” [His foot awkwardly got stuck in the hammock]
--*Blip!*--
Sandy: “Wait… Gene— augh…” [He leans too far and falls on the floor]
--*Blip!*--
Sandy, chuckling: “Who picked the shittiest hammock ever?” [He points off-frame] “Was it you? C’mon…”
--*Blip!*--
[Sandy is irritatedly glaring at Gene’s lamp floating in the air.]
Lamp: *Ruffles his hair a bit too hard.*
Sandy: “Agh…”
Lamp: [Pause.]
Sandy: [Stare.]
Lamp: *Slowly gives him a final little pat on the head.*
Sandy: *Laughs, breaking character* “Dammit…”
Lamp: [Shaking with laughter]
--*Bloop!*--
[*CRASH*]
[*SHATTER*]
[*THUD*]
Lawrie: [Epic tactical roll into the shop, except he stumbles right at the end.]
Lawrie: “Shit.”
--*Blip!*--
Lawrie: [Same roll again, except his foot slips on the landing.]
Larry, in the distance: “Gonna need a LOT of glass!”
Lawrie, chuckling: “Shut up!”
--*Blip!*--
Larry: “Sure THING!”
[He quickly grabs his brother by the arm and the two make their way to the back.]
[...They both accidentally stumble over each other’s feet.]
--*Blip!*--
Lawrie, very abruptly: “THE FAT ONE YES.”
Larry: “And Sandy, would you… care…” [Laughs, breaks character and crouches off-frame.]
--*Blip!*--
Lawrie, on the floor after tripping on Larry: “That was your fault. Entirely.”
Larry, also on the floor still: “No, no it wasn’t, how…”
Lawrie: “Yeah, yeah it is.”
Larry: “Screw you!”
Sandy, staring into the camera and pointing behind him: *Sarcasm* “And this is where our tax dollars go…”
--*Bleeep!*--
(Chapter 4)
Leon in the phone booth, waiting for them to finish giving scene direction to Gus: [Just vibing and idly singing ‘Fuck Tha Police’ by N.W.A.]
--*Blip!*--
(Chapter 2)
[Connect red cable A to blue cable B.]
Sandy: *Completely fumbles connecting the plugs.*
Sandy, under his breath: “Shit…”
[Fumbles again]
Sandy: “Fuck…”
[Triple fumble.]
Sandy: “Why are these like… actually… does this actually connect? Did you give me like, two…” *Laughs*
--*Blip!*--
(Chapter 3)
Piper: “Aw, sweeties, I’d love to help, but I gotta whole ‘nother batcha bookies to cook— cookies…” [Deep breath] “Dagnabbit.” *Breaks into laughter*
Larry and Lawrie: *Also laughing*
--*Blip!*--
(Chapter 2)
Plushie Girl: “Look mommy look!” *Holds up the completely wrong plushie*
Mom: “Oh? Wh…Wow. That’s…” [Tries not to break character. Fails.] “Not the right… plushie…”
Mom, giggling: “Who gave her that…”
--*Bloop!*--
(Chapter 3)
Piper: “—Gotta whole ‘nother batch of bookies to bake… bookies— cookies! Cookies to bake! Shucks…”
--*Blip!*--
Piper: “…”
Gus, somewhere off-frame: “Bhocholate Bhip Bookies!”
Piper: *Snorts*
[Distant sound of Sandy and Leon howling with laughter.]
--*Blip!*--
(Chapter 3)
Larry: “But from a distance, the kid looks incredibly like—”
Lawrie: “A criminal?”
[Sandy’s official park ID photo, largely resembling a mugshot, eats up the majority of the poster. Right above it, the word ‘WANTED’ is written in big, bold lettering. In miniscule text right below the photo, barely visible to the naked eye, are the words ‘Assistance at Tara’s Bazaar’.]
Lawrie: …
Lawrie: *Scoffs* “What are you, racist?”
Larry, red in the face: “W-Wow! Woah. Okay… uhm!”
Lawrie, breaking into laughter: “My own brother… a racist fuckin’ pig…” *Laughs*
--*Blip!*--
(Chapter 4)
[Sandy sighs. He shuffles in his stool.]
[He leans too far. He falls.]
Sandy: “S-Shit!” *Crash*
Sandy, off-frame: “...I’m okay!”
--*Blip!*--
[Chapter Four Girl making funny faces into the camera]
Girl: “Bleleleleh.” *Sticks tongue out*
--*Bloop!*--
(Chapter 5)
[He crouched down behind the register, opened the drawer, and grabbed the plastic jar from the shelf. He twisted the cap open with his scarf, and popped [a gummy] in his mouth as he begun walking back to the door he came in from.]
Edgar: …
Edgar: “Mmm. Weed…”
--*Blip!*--
Edgar, stammering: “I… Tara, look— I never… never meant… I didn’t… abwaa… blehabfhfjdksk…."
--*Blip!*--
Edgar: "Fuck. I need a retake.”
Tara: *Muffled high-pitched laughing*
--*Blip!*--
[Tara threw a leather pouch at his feet.]
[She accidentally threw it too far. It hits Edgar in the shin.]
Edgar: “Ah!”
Tara: “Mmm mm!” (“Sorry!”)
--*Blip!*--
(Chapter 7)
Leon, doing a voice: “Want some drugs, kid?” *Holds out the purple lolipop*
Sandy: “Hell yeah brother.”
Leon: “Heell yeaahhh.”
--*Blooop!*--
(Chapter 9)
Leon: “I tripped, dude. There was a rock. See?”
Animatronic: “ABAHAHAHABAHA!”
[Directory’s Commentary/Context: This part where Leon throws a rock at a Gene animatronic from really far away was going to be faked, but he wanted to try the shot anyways.]
Leon: “Fucking—!”
[He hit it first try.]
Animatronic: *Direct hit*
Leon: …
Leon: “Oh shit. Oh shit! Did I actually just…
Leon, looking again: “LET’S FUCKING GO! I’m a—haaha— Imma S-Tier fuckin’ thrower, baby! Woo! Barley’s got NOTHING on me!”