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IMAGIN01 23' IMAGINE NATION: pilot episode: seventh grade

A famous cartoonist's daughter has a vivid imagination. The
audience has access to her daydreams. Unfortunately, so does her
twin brother, who keeps her from taking herself too seriously.

         RECURRING CHARACTERS

CHARACTER AGE RELATIONSHIP       DISTINCTIVES

Art        40 Cartoonist, Dad    Creative
Carrie     40 Socialite, Mom     Popular
Imagine    12 Daughter, Twin     Self-Centered
JR         12 Son, Twin          Cynical, Creative
Tyler      13 Eighth Grader      Imagine's crush
Jeremy     13 Eighth Grader      Imagine's crush
Michaela   13 Imagine's rival    Conceited, pretty

INT MORNING CLOSE-UP: JR's BATHROOM

                              JR

(mirror reflects his face wearing glasses and shaving cream,
shaving using the back of a toothbrush as a razor)

(voiceover)

This handsome hunk of human manliness is me. My name is J.R..

I suppose you're wondering why a twelve-year-old boy is shaving.
Well, today is the first day of school and I want to make a good
impression with the hotties in middle school. It's not that I
have any facial hair to shave off. But shaving gives me a good
excuse to pour on the aftershave afterward. The hotties love the
smell of aftershave. It makes me irresistible... in my dreams.

INT MORNING CLOSE-UP: PARENT'S BATHROOM

(other side of the wall from Jr's bathroom, mirror reflects
Art's face wearing glasses and shaving cream, shaving)

                              JR

(voiceover)

This is my dad. Even with shaving foam on his face, you may
recognize him. He's one of the most famous newspaper cartoonists
in the country. My mom says I inherited my sense of humor
from him. His name is Arthur Nation. His cartoon is called
"Nation's Family". He calls it that because he gets most of his
funny ideas from his own family.

                              ART

If I could reinvent the human face. I would design the man's
face without a beard. I wonder if there's a comic strip there
somewhere.

(shot widens to include Carrie who is applying mascara)

                            CARRIE

Didn't you already do a comic strip on facial hair a few years
ago?

                              JR

(voiceover)

This is my mom. Her name is Carrie Nation.

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking: "Hey, Carrie
Nation was a famous woman who enforced prohibition in the early
twentieth century. So, my mom must be a social activist."

She's not. My mom's maiden name was Abramowitz. There's not a
single social activist in the Abramowitz family. Like the other
women in her side of the family, my mom is a social butterfly.
My dad says my mom is a professional joiner. She has joined
every imaginable club and charitable organization in the county.
And she's the president of most of them. According to Dad's
comic strip, Mom carries a copy of Robert's Rules of Order in
her purse.

INT MORNING CLOSE-UP: IMAGINE'S BATHROOM

(full length closet door mirror reflects Imagine as she turns
and poses variously at all angles admiring her new outfit)

                              JR

(voiceover)

Last, but certainly least in my family is my twin sister
Imagine. Obviously, we're not identical twins. She is nothing
like me. She's nothing like my father. She has no sense of humor
at all.

                            IMAGINE

Yes. This is the first impression I imagined! Girl! You are a
fashion trend setter! I'm sorry that middle school doesn't have
a homecoming queen because I would be it!

(suddenly something in her mirror grabs her attention, turns
toward mirror, tilts head, advances, turns head left and right,
examines own face, touching and inspecting her own face, gasps,
shouts)

Mother! I'm not going to school today!

                            CARRIE

(voiceover, afar)

What is it now, dear?

                            IMAGINE

I have a zit the size of Mount Fugi! I can't go to school!

                              JR

Now you see where Imagine got her name. She has an unusually
vivid imagination. My sister's zit will occupy her mind until...
until her next major crisis. But it's all in her head.

INT MORNING CLOSE-UP: SURGICAL SUITE

(Imagine is lying face-up on the table with bright lights aimed
at her face. Nurses on one side of the table drape her body with
green cloth as four white-coated doctors on the other
side of the table diagnose)

                              DOC1

What do you think, doctor?

                              DOC2

Very interesting! I've never seen a zit quite like that!

                              DOC3

Have you ever seen a zit so big?!

                              DOC1

I think this is one for the Guiness Book of World Records!

                              DOC2

It seems to be growing.

                              DOC3

At the present rate of growth, I estimate this zit will
completely cover her nose within two hours.

                              DOC1

At that rate, it will completely cover her face within
twenty-four hours.

                              DOC2

The question is, should we try to remove it?

                              DOC3

I don't know. It's so huge that it may have metastasized.

                              DOC1

Are you saying the scar will be so big that she may have to have
plastic surgery?

                              DOC2

I don't see how we can avoid it.

                              DOC3

What do you think, doctor?

                              JR

(dressed in a white lab coat)

I think she would be more attractive if we save the zit and
remove the face.

                            IMAGINE

JR! What are you doing in my daydream?!

                              JR

Get over yourself! You can barely see your zit!

                            IMAGINE

Mother! JR is in my daydream!

                            CARRIE

(dressed as one of the nurses, pauses the draping process, pats
Imagine's arm)

I think JR is right, honey. Your zit is almost invisible.

                              JR

It's not like you're the only kid in middle school with a zit!

                            IMAGINE

Alright! That's it! This daydream is over!

INT MORNING WIDE: CLASSROOM

(half of the kids in class are standing and talking)

(sound cue: bell rings)

                            TEACHER

Alright, class, everyone take a seat, please.

(kids move toward seats)

                            IMAGINE

(walks past JR's desk)

Don't talk to me!

                              JR

What did I do?!

                            IMAGINE

(sits behind)

You know what you did! I don't know how you did it. But you did
it.

                              JR

Did what?!

                            TEACHER

(stands)

Alright, class, welcome to the seventh grade. And welcome to
Home Room. This is where we'll take attendance every day and
where we make our announcements for the day.

(consults clipboard, points)

I think we have someone famous in our class. Arthur Nation?

                              JR

(raises hand)

Here.

                            TEACHER

Are you related to the famous cartoonist?

                              JR

(nods)

He's my dad. But they don't call me Arthur. They call me J.R..

                            TEACHER

J.R.?

                              JR

My mom insisted that they name me Arthur Junior. But my dad
thought naming me Junior was demeaning. So, he calls me J.R.

                            TEACHER

(points at list)

It looks like we have another Nation in the class.

(consults clipboard)

Imagine? 

                            IMAGINE

(raises hand)

Here.

                            TEACHER

Imagine Nation?

                            IMAGINE

It's pronounced Imagene.

                            TEACHER

(laughs)

Imagine Nation! That's very funny!

EXT MORNING WIDE: WONDERLAND CROQUET LAWN

                            TEACHER

(dressed as Alice, steps on one of two adjacent croquet balls,
swings mallet, and whacks the Queen's gold croquet ball out of
frame, laughs)

Imagine Nation! That's very funny, Your Highness! Very Funny!

(the people in the queen's court gasp and mumble)

                            IMAGINE

(dressed as the Queen of Hearts, points at Teacher and sneers)

Off with her head!

                              JR

(dressed as the king of hearts, points at Imagine's face)

Excuse me, Your Majesty, is that a zit on your face?

                            IMAGINE

JR! What are you doing in my daydream?! I'm telling Mother!

INT MORNING WIDE: SCHOOL CLASSROOM

                            IMAGINE

(huffs, turns, glares at JR, whispers)

You!

                              JR

(whispers)

What did I do?!

(school bell rings, all stand and move to exit)

                            TEACHER

(shouts)

No running in the halls, please.

                              JR

(offers bag lunch to Imagine)

Imagine, I think Mom gave me your sack lunch.

                            IMAGINE

(intently looking ahead)

Not now. I need to catch Tyler.

(slithers her way through the crowd, approaches Tyler, walks
tall, smiles, tries to get his attention, slams face-first into
the door post.)

(sound cue: clank, birds chirp)

(black screen)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: THE PRINCE'S CASTLE

(A Straus waltz plays loudly as Tyler and Imagine, dressed as
prince and Cinderella, waltz out the door onto the balcony)

                             TYLER

What's your name, beautiful lady?

                            IMAGINE

My name is....

(sound cue: the church clock bell tolls heavily twelve times)

Oh, dear! The clock tolls twelve.

(pulls away)

The fairy god-mother told me I have to be gone by twelve!

(runs down the stairs)

I'm so sorry!

                             TYLER

Wait! I don't even know your name!

(looks down, points)

Wait! You lost your glass slipper!

(picks up glass slipper, follows)

Wait! Please! I must know your name!

                            IMAGINE

(runs down the stairs, runs into waiting coach, closes door,
sits, speaks out through the window)

I'm sorry, your highness.

(on the twelvth tolling of the church bell, in a puff of smoke,
the coach disappears, after the smoke clears, Imagine is seen
sitting on the cobble stone pavement in her shabby chambermaid
uniform, hair a mess, a pumpkin rolls out of frame and six mice
scatter in all directions, Imagine looks up at Tyler)

My name is... my name is...

                             TYLER

(turns, tosses glass slipper over his shoulder)

Eeeoow! Nevermind!

(Imagine cries)

                              JR

(enters frame, catches the glass slipper, offers it to Imagine)

Look on the bright side, Cinderella, at least he didn't notice
your zit.

INT MORNING WIDE: SCHOOL CLASSROOM

(Imagine is sitting on the floor, dazed)

                              JR

(offers his hand)

Well, that was embarrassing, huh?

                            IMAGINE

(flicks Jr away)

I'm telling Mom!

                              JR

(exiting the classroom)

What did I do?

                            IMAGINE

(points at JR's nose)

You stay out of my daydreams!

                             TYLER

(peaks around the corner)

What happened?

                              JR

(walks past Tyler)

I think she's trying to make a good first impression.

                             TYLER

(laughs, hooks his arm around Jr's neck, they exit frame
together)

Hey, you're a pretty funny guy, JR. Say, I'm the editor of the
school newspaper. Maybe you like to be a reporter or a
cartoonist like your dad.

                              JR

Yeah, sure.

                             TYLER

Meet me at lunch. We'll talk about it, huh?

INT NOON CLOSE-UP: JR'S SCHOOL LOCKER

                              JR

(opens locker, puts a stack of books and notebooks into the
locker, removes bag lunch, closes door revealing a stern looking
Imagine, hesitates)

Oh...

(offers bag lunch)

I suppose you want to swap lunches, huh?

                            IMAGINE

Tyler was mine!

                              JR

Excuse me?

                            IMAGINE

Tyler was mine!

                              JR

That doesn't make any more sense than the first time you said
it.

                            IMAGINE

Tyler was supposed to offer ME a spot on his newspaper staff.

                              JR

Then, why aren't you talking to Tyler?

                            IMAGINE

There's only one spot for a seventh grader on the school
newspaper and Tyler offered it to you.

                              JR

Oh.

                            IMAGINE

So, you need to go into the lunch room and tell Tyler that you
don't want to be on the newspaper staff.

                              JR

But I DO want to be on the newspaper staff.

                            IMAGINE

You didn't even know there was a school newspaper before he
asked you.

                              JR

Yeah, so?

                            IMAGINE

So, I have been looking forward to being a reporter all summer.
And YOU ruined it for me.

                              JR

Actually, I think TYLER ruined it for you. He was the one who
asked me instead of you. So, why don't you talk to him?

                            IMAGINE

Because he likes you. He wants YOU on the newspaper. So, you
have to tell him that you want him to give your spot to me.

                              JR

But I don't want him to give my spot to you.

                            IMAGINE

That spot was MINE!

                              JR

Now it's mine.

                            IMAGINE

This means war!

                              JR

You're going to go to war over a spot on the school newspaper?

                            IMAGINE

To the victor go the spoils.

                              JR

(offers lunch)

What about your bag lunch?

                            IMAGINE

(bats the bag with her hand, it flies out of frame)

Don't try to change the subject.

                              JR

(points)

That was YOUR lunch.

(yanks the bag lunch out of Imagine's hand, points to it)

This one is mine.

                            IMAGINE

YOU are going down!

                              JR

(exiting frame)

It looks like YOU are going hungry.

(Imagine boils, closes eyes, takes a deep breath)

INT NIGHT WIDE: ROARING TWENTIES SPEAK-EASY

(Imagine enters wearing 1920's haircut and dress, sits at the
bar, head down)

                              ART

(dressed as bartender, approaches wiping the bar)

What'll you have, little lady?

                            IMAGINE

All I can afford is water.

                              ART

Water it is.

(exits frame)

                             TYLER

(enters wearing fedora and zoot suit, looks around, approaches
Imagine)

Hiya, doll face. I haven't seen you in here before. What's your
name?

                            IMAGINE

Imagine.

                             TYLER

My name is Tyler. But they call me The Fixer.

                              ART

(delivers a glass of water)

Something for you, Fixer?

                             TYLER

The usual.

                              ART

Apple juice it is.

                             TYLER

(to Imagine)

You can't drink just water, doll face. How about something
stronger.

(Imagine shrugs)

Come on! I'm buying. Apple Juice. Orange Juice. Grape Juice.
Anything you want.

                            IMAGINE

(to Art)

I'll have what he's having.

                              ART

Two apple juices coming up.

(nods and exits frame)

                             TYLER

Why so sad, doll face?

                            IMAGINE

I have problems.

                             TYLER

What kind of problems?

                            IMAGINE

I have an evil twin who's holding me down.

                             TYLER

An evil twin? What's her name?

                            IMAGINE

HIS name is Arthur.

                             TYLER

Say, maybe I can help.

                            IMAGINE

Well, I don't know.

                             TYLER

Come on! They call be the fixer. Let me fix it!

                              ART

(delivers two apple juices with small umbrellas)

Two apple juices straight up.

(exits)

                            IMAGINE

(sips, offers toast)

Thanks for the drink.

                             TYLER

Come on. Talk to me. If you could fix this situation exactly the
way you want it, what would you do?

                            IMAGINE

Everywhere I go, there he is. I can't go anywhere without him. I
wish... I wish...

                             TYLER

I could make him...

(looks both ways)

disappear.

                            IMAGINE

You could do that?!

                             TYLER

I'm the fixer. I can do anything. You say the word... you just
nod your head and Arthur will cease to be a problem, if you know
what I mean.

                            IMAGINE

(pauses, turns her head, sees JR enter the bar wearing a zoot
suit and a fedora)

(JR looks around the bar)

(Imagine smiles nervously to Tyler)

Yes.

(points)

There he is now.

                             TYLER

(turns)

Where?

                              JR

(approaches)

Oh, there you are, Imagine. Why are you in a place like this...

(to Tyler)

Oh, hello, Tyler! How are you?!

(offers hand)

                             TYLER

(shakes)

J.R.! How are you?! We were just talking about you!

                            IMAGINE

(to Tyler)

You know my brother?

                             TYLER

Sure! He works for me. I had no idea he had a twin sister.

                            IMAGINE

(hand to face, turns head away from JR, nods toward JR, softly)

What about the... the disappearance?!

                             TYLER

Oh, if I had known you were talking about JR, I would have never
promised such a thing.

                            IMAGINE

But this is my daydream! You have to do what I want!

                             TYLER

Sorry, doll face...

(hooks elbow around JR's neck)

JR is my main man now.

(to JR, exiting)

I'm not going to regret siding with you, am I, JR?

                              JR

Naw, my sister has a zit on her face the size of Mount Fugi.

                             TYLER

(exiting frame)

Eeeeooo! Thanks for the heads-up, partner!

INT NOON CLOSE-UP: SCHOOL HALLWAY

                            IMAGINE

(kneels, retrieves and reinserts the components of her bag lunch
back into the bag)

What a day! I can't even control the outcome of my own daydream!

(deep breath)

Cheer up, Imagine, things could be worse. Besides, it's lunch
hour. That means it's time to make my big fashion statement in
the lunch room. The lunch room is MY domain. Everyone in school
will be watching my entrance.

(stands, turns toward lunch room, straightens, chin up)

INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: FASHION RUNWAY

(sound cue: rock music thumps in the background)

(blackout, a spotlight illuminates a close-up of Imagine's face)

They will know that I am the fashion trend setter for everyone
in middle school. When they see my new outfit, they will all be
green with envy. At the earliest possible moment they will run
to the mall to catch up with me.

(sound cue: rock music louder)

I am the trend setter!

(camera shot widens to show that Imagine is standing on an
elevated fashion show runway down the middle of the middle
school hallway, kids on both sides applaude and cameras snap
pictures)

(Imagine's facial expression mimics a runway model's arrogance
as she struts in high steps to the far end of the runway)

                             GIRL1

Fabulous!

                             GIRL2

How does she do it?!

                             GIRL3

I wish I looked like that!

                              BOY1

She is really hot stuff.

                              BOY2

What a looker!

(When Imagine reaches the far end of the runway, she stops,
poses briefly with hands on hips, looks left and right, pivots,
turns back, poses again, turns left and right, pivots, turns)

INT NOON TWO-SHOT: SCHOOL HALLWAY

                              JR

(face to face with Imagine)

Don't go in there.

                            IMAGINE

Why do you always have to interrupt my daydreams?!

                              JR

I'm your brother. And I know what's good for you. Don't go in
there.

                            IMAGINE

(tries to get by)

I can go anywhere I want.

                              JR

(steps into her path)

Believe me. You don't want to go in there.

                            IMAGINE

(tries to get by)

Haven't you already ruined my life enough today?!

                              JR

(steps into her path)

This is for your own good. You should eat your lunch out in the
quad today.

(points)

                            IMAGINE

I'm not going to eat in the quad. Only the losers eat out in the
quad.

(tries to get by)

Why are you suddenly so interested in my welfare?

                              JR

(steps into her path)

Because what you see in there is going to make you miserable for
the rest of the day. And when you're miserable you make the rest
of the family miserable.

INT NIGHT WIDE: THRONE ROOM

(Queen Imagine is seated on the high throne as JR pleads his
case below)

                            IMAGINE

(shouts, points)

You dare to defy the queen?!

(stands, points arm and finger like a weapon, a bolt of bright
orange lightning emits from her finger tip and strikes JR. He
levitates, wisks away, dangles over the castle moat briefly
before falling and flailing into the water)

INT NOON WIDE: HALLWAY OUTSIDE LUNCH ROOM

                            IMAGINE

(pointing her arm and finger at Jr, sneers)

Out of my way, nave!

(enters lunch room)

                              JR

(stepping aside)

Don't say I didn't warn you.

INT NOON TWO-SHOT: LUNCH ROOM

(immediately Imagine confronts Michaela coming off the food
line carring a food tray. Michaela is wearing the identical
clothing and hairstyle to Imagine's)

                            IMAGINE

(points)

Where did you get that outfit?!

                           MICHAELA

Macy's.

                            IMAGINE

That's impossible. Mine was the only one on the rack.

                           MICHAELA

When I bought mine, there were two on the rack. I was first.

(Imagine looks left, sees three girls staring, one of them
pointing and whistpering, looks right, sees three boys staring,
all point at Imagine smirking, looks left, sees six girls seated
at a table, they stop eating, all turn toward Imagine, gasp and
the room becomes dead silent, crickets chirp)

(The walls close in, Imagine takes a deep breath, closes her
eyes)

INT NOON CLOSE-UP: LABORATORY

(Imagine, sprawled face down on a microscope slide, lifts
head, turns, looks up, sees four pairs of eyes peering through
the microscope at her)

                           SCIENTIST1

What have we here?! This is an interesting specimen!


                           SCIENTIST2

I believe we have discovered a new species, doctor!

                           SCIENTIST3

Very interesting! It seems to be smaller than the other
creatures in its environment.

                           SCIENTIST1

She seems to have altered her appearance to look exactly like
another species.

                           SCIENTIST2

I have seen mimicry before in nature, but nothing so detailed.

                           SCIENTIST3

Very Interesting. Do you think she mimics the other species on
purpose?

                              JR

I doubt it. Mimicry requires a certain amount of intelligence.
This specimen is obviously dummer than a fence post.

                            IMAGINE

JR! You're embarrassing me!

                              JR

Sorry, Sis, you seem to have done that all by yourself. You'd
better act quickly. The longer you stand there, the more likely
it is that someone will see your zit.

                           SCIENTIST1

What have we here?

                           SCIENTIST2

What is it, doctor?

                           SCIENTIST1

At higher magnification, I can see a huge zit on the creature's
face.

                              JR

Sorry, Sis, I tried to warn you.

INT NOON WIDE: LUNCH ROOM

                            IMAGINE

Well, this is embarrassing.

                           MICHAELA

For you maybe. I bought MY outfit first and I was here first!

INT NOON WIDE: NICKALODEON GAME SHOW

                            IMAGINE

(points)

Wrong answer.

(pulls overhead rope)

(ten gallons of green slime fall from above covering Michaela)

Nice outfit!

INT NOON WIDE: LUNCH ROOM

                            IMAGINE

Very well, I'm leaving. I'll eat in the quad.

(turns, sees Tyler walk by, straightens, regains dignity,
smiles, opens mouth to speak)

                             TYLER

(enters frame from food line with tray of food, ignores Imagine)

Michaela, are you coming?

                           MICHAELA

(smiles arrogantly at Imagine as she backs toward Tyler)

Sure, TYLER, I'll sit with you. Too bad Imagine can't stay.

(smirks)

(the smile melts from Imagine's face, lights dim, a spot
light highlights her)

INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: WIZARD'S LAIR

                            IMAGINE

(dressed in a wizard's long gown and pointed hat, points finger
and arm like a weapon)

You have no idea who you're dealing with, little lady!

(shot widens to show Michaela, dressed in peasant costume, on
her knees begging for mercy, orange lightening emits from
Imagine's finger tip, strikes Michaela, her body morphs into
hundreds of cockroaches that fall to the floor then scamper in
all directions out of frame)

INT NOON WIDE: LUNCH ROOM

                            IMAGINE

So much for the competition.

(turns to exit, seathing and mumbling, sees Jr smiling, he tilts
his head, raises his finger, opens his mouth to speak)

Don't say it! Don't say a word!

(crosses past Jr, to self)

So, I said to myself, I said "Cheer up, Imagine. Things could
get worse". So I cheered up and what happened? Things got worse.

(sees Jeremy entering the lunch room, straightens, regains
dignity, smiles, hurries along side of Jeremey, sings)

Hey, Jeremy!

(slams face first into the door post)

(blackout: as Jeremy speaks, a close-up of his face hovering
over Imagine is out of focus, slowly becomes brighter and more
sharply focused)

                            JEREMY

Imagine? Imagine? Imagine, are you alright?

                              JR

Is she dead?

                            JEREMY

Naw, she just whacked her head. She'll be alright. Won't you
Imagine?

(two-shot of Jeremy holding Imagine's head in one hand and her
hand in the other)

                            IMAGINE

This is embarrassing!

                              JR

She is such a drama queen!

                            IMAGINE

JR!

(holds own forehead)

                            JEREMY

That's a good thing!

                              JR

Being a drama queen is a GOOD thing?!

                            JEREMY

Yes, I wanted to talk to Imagine about joining the drama club.

                          IMAGINE & JR

You did?!

                            JEREMY

Yes. We're having auditions next Tuesday for the fall
production. I'd love to have you audition. We're doing the
musical version of Cinderella. I'm auditioning for the role
of the king. I think you would make a wonderful queen!

                              JR

Or the ugly step sister.

(exits frame backward)

                            IMAGINE

(extends arm and whisks JR away as she speaks to Jeremy with a
smile)

As luck would have it, I'm now available to join the drama club.
I'd love to try out for anything as long as you will be there,
Jeremy.

INT AFTERNOON WIDE: NATION'S HOUSE ENTRYWAY

(JR and Imagine enter through the front door)

                              JR

Jeremy is in eighth grade. He's way too mature for you, Sis!

                            IMAGINE

Some of us are more mature than others.

                              ART

(enters from kitchen carrying a cup of coffee, heads toward his
art studio)

Well, hello! How was your first day of school?

                              JR

Imagine walked into a door post and knocked herself out...
twice.

                              ART

(stops, turns)

She what?!

                            IMAGINE

It was nothing.

                              JR

She gets tunnel vision when she's talking to eighth grade boys.

                            IMAGINE

JR! Don't you have homework or something?!

                              ART

(approaches Imagine, points)

You have a bump on your head there. Does it hurt?

                            IMAGINE

It's nothing really!

                              ART

Maybe we should see a doctor just to be safe.

                            IMAGINE

Daddy! It's nothing!. I'm fine!

                              JR

I think there's a comic strip in it, don't you, Dad?

                            IMAGINE

Don't you dare!

                              ART

That's not a bad idea!

                            IMAGINE

Daddy! I'm in middle school now. Don't embarrass me!

                              JR

If you don't like the head knocking incident, you might want to
do a comic strip on Imagine's day dreams.

                              ART

What about her day dreams?

                            IMAGINE

JR, you have homework!

                              JR

Imagine said I was invading her daydreams.

                              ART

(exits toward art studio with hand on JR's shoulder)

Hey, that sounds like it has possibilities! Tell me more.

                            IMAGINE

(follows)

Daddy, Jeremy Holden asked me to try out for the drama club
today. That would make a nice comic strip.

                              ART

That's nice, dear.

(to JR)

How did you invade Imagine's daydreams?

                              JR

I don't know. I think it might be one of those TWIN things. I
can tell it's happening when Imagine get's this blank look on
her face.

                            IMAGINE

Tyler Herrington asked JR to be on the School Newspaper staff.
Maybe you could do a comic strip about that! Please?!

(studio door slams in Imagine's face)

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