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Zack: There he is.
Melissa: Hi Milo.
Milo: I can't believe we're getting extra credit just for going to an opera.
Melissa: You ever sit through an opera before? We're earning it.
Milo: Oh! There's Amanda.
Zack: Amanda, huh?
Milo: No. No no. It's just that... she's just someone we know from... school. You know? How's my cast?
Melissa: One of your best.
Milo: Excuse me. (Milo eagerly runs over and starts walking next to Amanda) Hey Amanda.
Amanda: Milo? Uh, I mean "Hi Milo" ha ha ha ha ha. What are you doing here?
Milo: Extra credit for Mrs. White's class. You can sit with us in the center if you want, I bought an extra seat in case mine got destroyed.
Amanda: How would your seat get destroyed?
Melissa: It's best not to speculate.
Amanda: Ok. (Amanda stops walking) That's why I'm, well, I'm a little nervous. What I love about opera is that it is so well rehearsed and predictable. And the thing is, there's just so much can go wrong... (Amanda moves her hand over Milo) in this general area.
Milo: Oh, that. (Milo dismisses her worries with his hand in the cast, which makes a cracking noise. This momentarily stops Milo as he grits his teeth and nurses his cast) Oh, don't worry. Murphy's Law or not - the show must go on! (Milo assumes a dramatic pose with a finger in the air and him looking out into the distance)
Amanda: I hope so. Because it's just that I have... (She pauses as Milo continues to look into the distance. Amanda eventually touches his cheek to help snap him out of it) Milo?
Milo: Hugh? Oh.
Amanda: Because I am using three of my scheduled enjoyment hours for this.
Zack: You schedule time to enjoy things?
Amanda: How else am I going to fit it in?
(Amanda hands Zack her schedule)
Melissa: Wow. Every minute of your day is accounted for.
Zack: Wednesday 10:50 to 10:55, peal and eat an orange.
Amanda: This opera takes exactly two hours and eleven minutes. Plus I set aside an extra 1.5 minutes for an ovation, just in case it's really good. My enjoyment hours are very precious to me, nothing can go wrong.
Milo: Don't worry Amanda, I'll be there to help.
Amanda: Oh that's...great.
Zack: You realise that you can shave a good three minutes of your orange-pealing time if you switch to tangerines.
Amanda: Noted.

(Balthazar and Vinnie stand behind a counter in the opera house foyer)
Vinnie: So, what's with the big ugly tie?
Balthazar: This is an ascot.
Vinnie: The last time I wore something that big they brought me a lobster... What I'm saying is that it looks like a lobster bib... When you're in a restaurant and you order a lobster...
Balthazar: I get it!
Milo: Excuse me, may I have some pistachios please?
Balthazar: I'm sorry my good man, but it seems we're fresh out of pistachios at the moment.
Vinnie: Yeah, we're all out.
Milo: But aren't those pistachios right behind you?
(Balthazar and Vinnie look around at the four pistachio dispensers behind them)
Balthazar: Yes. Well. Uh. You see. Those are... display pistachios.
Vinnie: We're not allowed to sell display pistachios.
(Balthazar produces a gummy bear)
Balthazar: Wouldn't you prefer a rubbery like woodland creature to chew on instead? Hmm?
(Balthazar rhythmically squishes the gummy bear in front of Milo)
Milo: Actually, I'd really prefer some pistachios please.
(Balthazar continues to look at the gummy bear while he squishes it)
Vinnie: I think he's hypnotised himself.
Balthazar: Fine! I'll give you four.
(Balthazar starts turning a dispenser wheel clockwise. Vinnie grabs the wheel to stop him)
Vinnie: It's righty tighty, lefty loosy.
Balthazar: I know how dispensers work!
Milo: What's the problem? Are you guys new at this?
(Vinnie and Balthazar freeze with fear for a second)
Balthazar: That's a rather presumptuous accusation!
Vinnie: Yeah. It's not like we tied up the guy who usually does this and stashed him in the basement.

(Bob is seen tied up and stashed in the basement. Staff 1 walks by.)
Staff 1: Man, that's a long way to go for a night off Bob.
(Bob shrugs)

Vinnie: Here, give me a boost, there's got to be a lock or something up here.
(Balthazar lifts Vinnie up so he can reach the top of the dispensers)
Balthazar: Would you please hurry up.
Vinnie: I don't see anything up here... <[...] but hey... I think... there's a... [...]>
(One of Vinnie's feet knocks a dispenser wheel clockwise and pistachios start pouring out)
Balthazar: Well, what do you know, it's a righty loosy dispenser. Wow wow wow.
Vinnie: Woooow! Oof!
(Balthazar slips on the pistachios on the floor and Vinnie knocks all the bottoms of the dispensers off as he falls. The stall quickly fills up with pistachios.)
Milo: Oh no! Hold on.
(Milo opens the door to behind the counter and a stream of pistachios knocks him down the nearby stairs to the basement)
Balthazar: You had one job.
Vinnie: Yeah, you had the same job.

(Amanda, Zack and Melissa are in their seats)
Amanda: I think you'll like this opera. It's about a morally conflicted crime boss who's seeing a therapist.
Melissa: Whatever. Extra credit's extra credit. Oh, it sounds like they're ready to start. Where's Milo?
Zack: I... better go find him.

(Milo emerges from a pile of pistachios in the basement)
Staff 2: We've got pistachios all over the place.
Staff 3: Are you bragging or should I get a broom?
Staff 2: How is that even bragging?
Staff 3: I'll get a broom.
(Staff 3 grabs a broom but knocks over another one in the process, which falls on a lever which rises a platform that Milo is on onto the stage. Milo quickly packs all the pistachios into his suit and runs off stage as the curtains open.)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: a Bari-Baritone come into our deli
He's <[...] young yet [...]> I'll punch him in the belly

(Mr. Mezzo Soprano continues singing in the background as it cuts to backstage where staff 3 stands with staff 2 who's eating a corndog.)
Staff 3: Uh, those lights up there. They seem a little loose to me.
Mr. Mezzo-Soprano: (And as they sing against our wishes)
Staff 2: Eh, they'll be alright. 'Less someone accidently leans on that backdrop too hard, to hit that fireman's axe, causing it to fall to the floor, startling that rat, who runs into that lamp, causing it to fall over, knocking into those tie off, causing that rope to come loose.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: ([...] someone's sleeping with the fishes)
Mezzo Sopranos: (We hear [...])
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: ([...])
Staff 3: Wait a minute. Wow wow. How could that lamp hit those ropes?
Staff 2: No no no. Not that lamp. That lamp and those ropes.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (A Bari-Baritone [...])
Staff 3: Oh, I see. What about that sandbag over there?
Staff 2: Not important. Anyway, if all that happens, then I suppose you'd have a problem.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: ([...])
Staff 3: Eh. Good enough I guess.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (<[...] And though he walks while I'm talking [...]>)
Staff 2: Or that rope could just slip off because I didn't really tie it very tight.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (<[...] He's not [...]> seeing where he's walking)
(Staff 3 looks over at the corndog Staff 2 is eating)
Staff 3: Say, where'd you get that?
Staff 2: I got a stash in back. Come on.
(They both go off to get more corndogs. The rat watches as the tope slips off and the lights dangle above the actors)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (You know that Baritone thinks he's going to fight us)

Milo: Oh! Better make sure those lights don't fall and knock out those actors. That would seriously mess with Amanda's enjoyment hours.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: ([...])
([...] words that he is singing)
(Milo climbs to the walkways above the stage)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: I'll box his ears and all he'll hear is ringing
Mezzo Sopranos: We hear you boss
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (Yes)
(Zack peaks out from behind the scenery to check with Melissa)
Mezzo Soprano: We hear you boss
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (Yes)
Mezzo Sopranos: (You certainly get the point across)
Melissa: Oh no Zack, look.
(Melissa points and Zack looks up to find Milo swinging from a free swinging light, trying to grab the other ones)
Mezzo Sopranos: (We'll soak him in spaghetti sauce)
(Diogee runs past a distracted Zack onto the stage in an opera Viking helmet)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Of course! Then he's going to wake up in a hearse? {{note}
(Mr. Mezzo Soprano looks confused at Diogee)

Amanda: I don't remember this opera having a dog in it.

Milo: Diogee... Go home.
(Diogee turns and leaves. Milo manages to grab hold of all the lights.)

Amanda: This is different than the last time I saw it.
Melissa: (Melissa takes a deep breath) Deep cleansing breath.
Amanda: Don't you yoga me!

Baritone 1: He's singing on our turf. You know I think he wants to fight us
Baritone 2: If he doesn't watch he's step I'm gonna give him laryngitis
Baritone 3: (It was just a minor stance [...])
Zack: Milo, what are you doing?
Milo: I'm making sure nothing goes wrong back here.
Baritone 1: ([...])
Milo: Amanda's scheduled enjoyment hours don't just grow on trees you know. She only has two hours twelve minutes and change if there's an ovation.
Zack: Yeah. I think that ovation ship may have sailed.
Milo: I just hope nothing else goes wrong.
Baritone 3: ([...])
(A broom slips, knocking over a ladder, which breaks a fire extinguisher off the wall, which shoots off towards the stage)
Zack: And that ship is sailing right now.
Baritone 4: ([...] he'll be sleeping with a mackerel)
(The fire extinguisher crosses the stage and startles two actresses in the other wing. The cast continue to sing as pieces of scenery and the fire extinguisher fly around them.)
Therapist: Aaah!
Actress: Ah!
Baritones: This is war
Baritone 3: That's not your call to make
Baritones: A music war
Baritone 3: This is a big mistake
Baritones: We're going to war
Person in sheet: Aaaah.
Baritone 3: Why can't you see
Baritones: A music war
Baritone 3: Stop singing over me
Man in giraffe costume: Aaaaah!
(An actor off stage falls back to avoid the fire extinguisher but inadvertently pushes a lever. A sand bag gets released from the wall.)
Baritones: This is war. A music war
Milo: Oh no!
(Milo quickly flips a switch that lowers the platform the onstage actors are on into the basement, narrowly missing the sandbag)
Baritones: We can't avoid it any...
(Milo holds the sandbag against the opposite wall with a plank)
Milo: Zack, flip that switch back.
(Zack flips a switch and a platform holding Bob, still tied up, raises onto the stage)
Milo: No! The other switch.
(Bob is lowered off stage and the actors rise up again)
Baritones: ...anymore
Milo: Hoo! And no one's the wiser.

(Melissa massages Amanda's head)
Melissa: You're a calm blue ocean.

(Milo and Zack look to the stage as a new scene begins. Mr Mezzo Soprano is sitting with his therapist)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: That Baritone's a bother. He's not singing in my key.
And now I've got this music war and such anxiety
(Oh where [...])
Zack: Hey Milo, look at the chandelier. It's slipping.
Milo: Well that's not good. I'm on it.
(Milo grabs the rope holding up the chandelier as it slips off but he is pulled up with it. A knot in the rope snags on the chandeliers hook on the roof, halting it's decent but leaving Milo swinging around the stage. Milo closes his eyes as he heads right towards a window. But he rips through the back drop and immediately reties the rope on a nearby notch.)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: (It keeps me wide awake at night and gives me panic attacks)
So I come here to your office to tell you all my thoughts
There's also issues with my mother!
Therapist: I'm afraid that's all the time we've got
(A large section of ventilation ducts falls onto the stage behind the actors)
Milo: Oh boy. That was probably my bad.
(The chandelier rope rips and the backdrop falls over Milo)
Milo: Uh oh.
(The chandelier crashes onto the stage. The Therapist gets up from her chair just before a pillar from a nearby set falls on it. A shade falls off another building as she walks off stage. The orchestra conductor shrugs. Mr. Mezzo Soprano signals him to continue.)
Milo: I better get out of here before something else...
(Something else falls on him, pinning him to the ground)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Come on Baritone...
(The posts holding up the sign saying 'Little Italy' fall over, interrupting the play. The orchestra shortly restart their piece)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Come on...
(A glass door falls off a building)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Come...
(A rack of lights falls onto the stage)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Come on Bari...
(Elliot runs across the stage while being pursued by a duck)
Elliot: Uh. Ah. Aaah! Aaahaa! Oo. Aahaa! Aaah!
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Come on Bari...
(Two buildings collapse in their turn. Mr. Mezzo Soprano checks nothing is happening and then moves to continue. The back screen of the set falls down followed in rapid succession by a stretcher, a log, a person in a canoe, a cat, a tire, some machine, a shield, a light, a sandbag, a chest, a globe, two old men playing checkers, and a mime. Mr. Mezzo Soprano hides his face in his hand as his former seat catches fire. The orchestra restart for the final time.)

(Melissa finds Amanda unresponsive due to shock.)

Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Come on Baritone, it's time for a fight
Step out of the shadows and in to the light
(Milo frees himself)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: ...That was your queue we haven't got all night

Milo: Hey, Mr. Baritone. You're on.
Mr. Baritone: I'm not going out there.
(Mr. Baritone throws off his bandana and leaves. His car can be heard screeching away, leaving Milo aghast)

(Amanda croaks as she finds it hard to breath)

(Milo grabs the bandana)
Milo: The show must go on. (Milo runs onto the stage)
I'm over here!

(Amanda faints)

(Milo moves a fallen pillar out of his way and comes to face Mr. Mezzo Soprano. The two stare at each other for a few seconds.)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: You're slimmer than I remember
Milo: It's the physic that I was cursed with
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: I'll admit that I'm confused. You're not the one that I rehearsed with.
I think we've gone off book now, I believe this scene we're blotching
Milo: But I feel we should go on because there's all these people watchingggg...
(The two take a second to look out at the audience)
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: So I guess that you're a Baritone and now we have to fight
I'm a Mezzo Soprano and it all ends tonight
Milo: Actually, you sing between a tenor and a base
And that makes you a Baritone. Your hostility's misplaced!
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Say what!
Milo: Mezzo Soprano is your family name
But you all sing in baritone. That makes you all the same.
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: Wait a minute!
Mezzo Soprano is a family name
But we all sing in baritone. That makes us all the same.
You're right!
(All the cast make their way on stage)
Cast: Mezzo Soprano is a family name
But we all sing in baritone. That makes us all the same.
We are all baritone!
(A platform rises onto the stage carrying Diogee)
Milo: Diogee go home!
Mr. Mezzo Soprano: [...]

(Amanda rises in the silent crowd and starts clapping. Melissa follows and soon everyone is applauding. The cast takes a bow. Though some of them have to run off a little early as another building collapses, revealing Staff 2 and Staff 3 eating corndogs)

Melissa: Woooohoooo! That was amazing!
Amanda: Bravo! That was surprisingly entertaining. And including the five minute ovation, it was actually shorter than it usually is, so I've got time for pizza.
Zack: That sounds like a plan. Lets go.
Amanda: Ok. Lets go.
Milo: Who know what will happen there?
Amanda: Don't push it.

It's my world and we're all living in it

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