The Electron Jungle: Sex, Romance, Man, Woman...

By Ronnie Shantz/Robinson

"The Library": A somewhat pushover Library manager and his co manager of an independent Library find there's more to wooing a sophisticated woman than meets the eye when he and his accomplice make their advances on the eye of their affections, gorgeous Di-amonde and her peculiar co worker, Suds, their co worker underlings, especially when the oh so annoying fingers of Mom and Dad decide to take the helm along with their over the top library personnel and customers, insuring the rocky road to success is, well, mountainous.

"OnTV": An overwhelmed executive producer of a tiny independent studio attempts keeping control of his show that seems to thrive on the brink of disaster due his off the wall show MC's, guests and personnel when they get in an on and off air male/female duel for supremacy amidst the onscreen/off screen romantic power struggles en route to becoming the hit of the land, one second away from having the plug pulled by the SEC.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781387160839

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The Electron Jungle

THE ELECTRON JUNGLE

The Electron Jungle. Copyright 2010, 2016 by Ronnie Robinson.

All rights reserved. No part of this material may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in criticle articles and reviews.

Table of Contents:

The Library

OnTV

FADE IN:1

INT. CITY LIBRARY – CHECK IN DESK—DAY

Beautiful DIAMONDE, 30, is checking books in with a pudge joweled employee, PAYTON, 35, for customers MUVS, 30, who wears a beanie, and MRS. VOOS, an elderly at the height of life woman of 70.

DIAMONDE

That was a quick read, Mrs. Voos. Returning

The Prime Of Mrs. Quartermain already?

MRS. VOOS

Old news, too tame. Even my husband calls it

the reincarnation of Snow White.

PAYTON

That’s blasphemy. Snow White’s the symbol of

purity. Shame…on…you, mentioning them in

the same sentence.

MRS. VOOS

(re: Payton)

Who’s the nut?

Payton shrinks a tad, physically. Loud bickering filters inside an office door behind them.

DIAMONDE

If you’re referring to our present boss, manager

and emblem  of maturity, Gent, plug your ears now.

The office door opens and GENT, 30, exits, plugging his ears with his fingers followed by GIBS, 30, the assistant manager who is taunting him.

GENT

…nope. Uh uh. Nope. I do not want to hear

another word. My mom does not wear high

heels.

GIBS     2

I saw her. Officer Gampy has her on camera.

She outran him before he could write the

parking ticket. In Gucci’s.

GENT

(stunned)

‘And’ she got a ticket? MOMMY!? Naaaa…

naaaa! Sorry, I can’t hear you, she has a safe

driver badge. Uh uh. Naaaa…naaaa!

MUVS

What’s with the ear thing?

PAYTON

Maturity.

(re: their stares)

So I…I’ve heard.

He shrinks further.

DIAMONDE

I wear Gucci’s.

GIBS

Because you have great calves. A girl in

heels with great calves, hot.

GENT

Pushes up the bum.

The reference desk girl, SUDS, 25, hair up, glasses and sultry, passes by.

SUDS

One, two, three, four or five inch?

GIBS

Depends on the hairstyle, beehives are…

(takes a paper from Diamonde)

…out. What’s this?

DIAMONDE      3

Roomie candidate list for Gent..

Gibs hands it to Gent, jaw overly dropping. Suds lets her hair down, slips off her shoes and slides her slacks up her shapely calves, barefoot. She waits for their reaction.

GENT

Now you’re talkin’.

She smirks, slips them back on and puts her hair back up.

MUVS

Ouch.

GENT

(re: paper)

You scratched out all except two. Whyyyy… ?

DIAMONDE

They’re the possibles, duh.

GENT

(stares her down)

Duh, excuse us a moment.

Gent and Gibs huddle. Payton awkwardly joins in.

GENT

Here’s the problem. A dazzling woman in heels,

working here less than a week with ESP, attempts

controlling who’ll be my roomies. Motive?

PAYTON

You’re giving me chills. Carrie?

GIBS

She had telekenisis. Segue, put them on

camera, she may’ve reincarnated amongst

us. They’re a fraternity.

Gibs and Gent knock fists.     4

PAYTON

What about me?

GIBS

Have to earn your stripes for this club.

PAYTON

(shrinks further)

How?

GIBS

Contribute, surprise us.

They exit the scene leaving Payton envying their executive size. Gent’s MOM, 50, and his DAD, 55, enter the library arguing about the usual nothing.

MOM

(annoyed)

Your father, I swear.

DAD

He knows that already. The testing, remember?

Mom smirks.

GENT

It’s In the bank.

DIAMONDE

(re: paper)

Impressed with your new A.M.?

GENT

Absolutely my best ass man ever.

MOM

(cuffs Gent)

Mind your tongue, young man. Don’t be like

MOM     5

your father, show some respect to the little

people.

(to everyone)

He’s a snob at the firm I’m told but I married

the lunk.

(to Diamonde)

I’m sorry, Miss perfect dimples, smile and

tush girl, I brought him up better.

GENT

Assistant…manager, Mommy.

DAD

(vainly)

Yep… just like. Father and son. I’m senior

attorney, you know.

EVERYONE TOGETHER

Woooowww.

DAD

Add former political advisor to Governor

Blimp to the resume.

EVERYONE TOGETHER

Wow!

MOM

Don’t be impressed, he ended up on a chain

gang for weapon’s distribution. Well, we have

to go, Dad purchased a new thrill ride, a heavy

duty dryer. The delivery man called three times

already wondering if he can camp out in the

tulip bed. Over my dead body… bye, honey…

(re: cop car creeping past)

And don’t worry if the police drop by, the library

address’s on my liscence for protection, they think I

MOM     6

live here.

GENT

You ‘do’ live here.

She kisses his cheek--

THE FEMALES

Aaaaww.

--and they exit through the rear door.

DIAMONDE

Mommy’s little baby.

GENT

I am not.

GIBS

Yes you are.

GENT

(eye glances toward Diamonde)

You’re killing the image!

GIBS

‘Ooooh… the hottie’.

Gent glares, and everyone catches Payton taping them with a camera. He lowers it.

PAYTON

What?

He awkwardly shuts it off and shrinks under their stares.

INT. GENT’S HOUSE – LIVINGROOM—NIGHT

We’re inside a middle class household. The stereo is blaring mid party with Gent, Diamonde, Payton, Gibs, Suds, Mom and Dad inside with whoever else they don’t know including Mrs. Voos and her hubby, BOOMER.

7

Gent kills the stereo, crawls onto a table and taps a spoon to his glass.

GENT

Alright, listen up. I have a major announcement

to make for those not in the know.

DAD

A girl bursting from a cake?

GENT

This is my house, Dad.

Dad waves him off, turns and stops nose to nose with Mom.

MOM

You’ve got some explaining to do, mister.

(to Gent)

And throwing a party for a roomie wannabe

isn’t exactly a climax to the evening, but