II-IV: The M’na-ger
An impressively modern, if rather unimpressively modern temple of evil worshiping in the style of a hockey arena. The muffled roar of a large, rowdy AUDIENCE. A foul, sinister prayer playing on a loop over the PA system that is, in fact, a foul, sinister rendition of Piero Umiliani’s “Mah Na Mah Na.”
NARRATOR: (voice-over) If you were to remove the top portion of your typical professional hockey arena, replaced the chill, dry air with something similar to that of burning plastic – though, only inside out and with the lights off – and filled it to the nosebleeds with robed figures – in addition to colorful jerseys and painted, furry bellies of grown men bellowing a foul and wholly sinister rendition of Piero Umiliani’s classic hit “Mah Na Mah Na,” of course – you’d have a fairly poor image that vaguely resembles what Cassie witnessed upon stepping through what she was sure was a bed sheet covering the entrance to the amphitheater.
Cassie and Bobert enter, watch from the stands and among the crowd.
CASSIE: (drinks it in and hates it) Yeah. Something tells me I don’t want to be.
The audience suddenly and immediately go dead silent.
CASSIE: Aw, crap. (to Bobert) They heard me, didn’t they?
BOBERT: (shushes) It’s starting!
DOUG, a man in corduroys, enters and PHHHT-PHHHTS across center ice to a podium.
CASSIE: Who’s the dork in the polo and corduroys?
BOBERT: That’s Doug, the M’na M’na Manager.
CASSIE: Wow. That’s quite a M’na-outhful.
BOBERT: I know, right? Personally, I always thought he should be called the M’na-ger.
Doug the M’na-ger speaks in a dry, lifeless voice into a microphone and through the PA system.
DOUG: (PA system) Good afternoon, everyone.
MOSTLY EVERYONE: (equally dry and lifeless) Good afternoon, Doug.
DOUG: (PA system) Now. I know things haven’t been looking too good for us, numbers-wise. But I’m happy to announce that we have not one, but three–
Doug’s phone RINGS.
DOUG: (PA system) Sorry. Just give me…
Doug answers the phone, attempts and fails to not be heard over the PA system.
Hello? Yeah. No, this isn’t a good… Uh-huh…. Uh-huh… Okay, I will. But I have to… Yes, I’m at work. Okay. Okay. Okay, Ma. I gotta go. Wait. How many again? Okay, got it. Yes. I got it. Okay. I love you, too.
Doug hangs up.
(PA system) (to AUDIENCE) Right. As I was saying. We have not one, but three offerings scheduled for this afternoon!
The audience pitties Doug with a light smatter of applause.
(PA system) So please, help me give a warm Garden welcome to today’s Sacrificial Lambs!
BANG! The amphitheater goes dark. Colorful spotlights and music blast through the PA system. The crowd ROARS to life with pure, wholesome bloodlust. And the one-hundred square foot, super-high resolution video screen provides all in attendance with a crystal clear image of everything.
DOUG: (PA system) Skating out first to center ice, he’s a middle-aged Hispanic man with great hair
A middle-aged Hispanic man with GREAT HAIR holding a pair of slacks, a sweet, older FILIPINA WOMAN, and Cassie’s ham-faced potato of a SISTER all skate out to center ice.
SISTER: (squawking) I want to speak to the manager!
Cassie recognizes Sister on the big screen.
CASSIE: (mild surprise) Oh, hey. I know that potato!
BOBERT: You do?
CASSIE: Yeah, it’s my sister. What’s she doing down there?
BOBERT: (ruh-roh) Uh…
Meanwhile, at center ice…
GREAT HAIR: (to SISTER) Excuse me. Do you mind if I go first? I just need to exchange these pants, and I think I left my truck running in the parking lot.
FILIPINA WOMAN: Well, you can go ahead of me. I’m not even sure why I’m here.
A large TENDRIL made of nothing suddenly and swiftly picks up, tosses all three into a gaping maw of teeth and really icky stuff that wasn’t there a moment ago at all. Then… BELCHES and SPITS their bones back onto the ice one, like pulpy, bloody watermelon seeds.
An uncomfortable silence.
CASSIE: (scared, pissed, confused.) What. The. Shit.
Everyone and everything turns to Cassie.
Another silence. Then…
CASSIE: (puzzles this) Uh… (sings. poorly.) Mah Na Mah na! Doo, doo…
The audience ain’t buying what she’s selling.
(hangs head, sighs) Goddammit.
To be continued…