Post by Visit Neom on Sept 10, 2023 8:12:56 GMT -5
The shot fades up on Marty's Tinto's office at the Reedy Creek Racing HQ. The fake orphan wears his Tasmanian Devil clip on tie and giant suit coat. In front of him is a pile of poker chips and cards. Marty, still in his arm sling, storms in.
MARTY:
Okay, kid. I let this charade go on through your birthday, but enough is enough. Out of my chair, NOW.
Tinto presses the intercom button on his desk.
TINTO:
Miss Olivia, please report to my office. I need you to control your Sweet Babboo.
MARTY:
I am more than a Sweet Babboo!
Olivia, wearing her racing suit and helmet, walks in while laughing.
OLLIE:
You better not be distracting Tinto from the important research he's doing for the casino race.
MARTY:
No, this pretender is distracting from the important work I should be doing!
TINTO:
Look, Mister Marty. You've already burned all your CAR bridges by calling Mewmaw's judging crooked on your podcast. How about you let me handle the race and you focus on planning a romantic one year anniversary for Miss Olivia?
MARTY:
Nice scare tactics, but I got until the end of January to do that.
The room is silent as the helmeted woman stares at him
MARTY:
January 25th.
Olivia takes off her helmet and continues to silently glare.
MARTY:
Remember, the Bloodied Fox promo? Hit you with the unexpected l-o-v-e bomb.
OLLIE:
It is September 20th.
MARTY:
Why the hell would it be September?
OLLIE:
The night of "The Great Tinto Hunt". We had wine at the Bull & Bear.
TINTO:
Even I knew that.
MARTY:
Yeah, but it can be hard to define when situationships actually begin.
OLLIE:
Right, which is why back in March I asked if we could go with September and you agreed.
Marty is silent for a beat.
MARTY:
Listen, that orphan is clearly trying to pit us against each other.
TINTO:
Just take the L.
MARTY:
You think you're a casino big shot now? Play me in blackjack for Reedy Creek Racing.
TINTO:
You wanna play 21? I've got 22.
Olivia starts dealing chips and cards to them. Tinto looks at his only card and starts to do a Fortnight dance.
TINTO:
I won! I won Reedy Creek Racing!
MARTY:
We haven't even started yet!
TINTO:
Sorry, Mister Marty.
Tinto flips over his card.
MARTY:
TINTO THAT IS A PARODY MAGIC CARD FROM THE NINETIES! IT IS NOT PART OF THE BLACKJACK DECK!
TINTO:
Then why are all the backs the same?
MARTY:
BECAUSE YOU PUT THEM ALL IN POKEMON PROTECTIVE SLEEVES!
TINTO:
Nuh-uh!
Frustrated, Marty flips over his card. He screams in terror and runs out the office.
OLLIE:
Marty?
TINTO:
Some folks just can't handle the high stakes table.
MARTY:
Okay, kid. I let this charade go on through your birthday, but enough is enough. Out of my chair, NOW.
Tinto presses the intercom button on his desk.
TINTO:
Miss Olivia, please report to my office. I need you to control your Sweet Babboo.
MARTY:
I am more than a Sweet Babboo!
Olivia, wearing her racing suit and helmet, walks in while laughing.
OLLIE:
You better not be distracting Tinto from the important research he's doing for the casino race.
MARTY:
No, this pretender is distracting from the important work I should be doing!
TINTO:
Look, Mister Marty. You've already burned all your CAR bridges by calling Mewmaw's judging crooked on your podcast. How about you let me handle the race and you focus on planning a romantic one year anniversary for Miss Olivia?
MARTY:
Nice scare tactics, but I got until the end of January to do that.
The room is silent as the helmeted woman stares at him
MARTY:
January 25th.
Olivia takes off her helmet and continues to silently glare.
MARTY:
Remember, the Bloodied Fox promo? Hit you with the unexpected l-o-v-e bomb.
OLLIE:
It is September 20th.
MARTY:
Why the hell would it be September?
OLLIE:
The night of "The Great Tinto Hunt". We had wine at the Bull & Bear.
TINTO:
Even I knew that.
MARTY:
Yeah, but it can be hard to define when situationships actually begin.
OLLIE:
Right, which is why back in March I asked if we could go with September and you agreed.
Marty is silent for a beat.
MARTY:
Listen, that orphan is clearly trying to pit us against each other.
TINTO:
Just take the L.
MARTY:
You think you're a casino big shot now? Play me in blackjack for Reedy Creek Racing.
TINTO:
You wanna play 21? I've got 22.
Olivia starts dealing chips and cards to them. Tinto looks at his only card and starts to do a Fortnight dance.
TINTO:
I won! I won Reedy Creek Racing!
MARTY:
We haven't even started yet!
TINTO:
Sorry, Mister Marty.
Tinto flips over his card.
MARTY:
TINTO THAT IS A PARODY MAGIC CARD FROM THE NINETIES! IT IS NOT PART OF THE BLACKJACK DECK!
TINTO:
Then why are all the backs the same?
MARTY:
BECAUSE YOU PUT THEM ALL IN POKEMON PROTECTIVE SLEEVES!
TINTO:
Nuh-uh!
Frustrated, Marty flips over his card. He screams in terror and runs out the office.
OLLIE:
Marty?
TINTO:
Some folks just can't handle the high stakes table.