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[some rehashings] I don't know how to write this scene, Lol. SHIA LABEOUFF Uh oh. That's not right. Don' google it. I know, huh. Uhh. It's okay. I got this. SHIA LaBeouf* lol Worst last name ever Anyway SHIA LABEOUF JUST DO IT. Ok. The former child stars of the LATE 90's EARLY 2000's era Lol, how do you write something like this idk. Here: A STRANGE CULT has gathered, a large tabernacle-like choir chanting ceremoniously, cloaked beneath the long robes and thick plumes of smoke, hidden deep within the confines of a candlelit cavern, adorned with mystifying and mysterious objects. Yeah, that does it. Lol. Don't put me around famous people, guys. I'm not right. Especially ones I like. Kesha blew my mind like 4 years ago and it still keeps me up at night. I'm telling you. It's not right. Just write. The Chanting reaches it's peak and comes to a close, as a– Wait. What. Economically speaking Uh huh. How much money is it going to take to get all of these people in a room together at one time. A lot. We can do cut takes. No cut takes! WHAT THE FUCK DRAKE. I TOLD YOU NO CUPCAKES. I brought–cupcakes. I TOLD EVERYONE THERE WOULD BE COOKIES. I brought cupcakes. COOKIES. NOT CUPCAKES. YOU'RE INVITED Ooh. what's this. COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES. DUMMMMMMB. This is reckless. Stop doing whippets. No. What? Why not. Hoes Love Whippets. CARRYING ON. Josh– I SAID, CARRYING ON. Why Does Josh Peck talk in all caps? Typecasting. AnYwAyS So– is she– ‘The Forgotten One' CULT, UNANIMOUSLY “The Forgotten One” The shadowy figure removes his hood to reveal himself as DRAKE BELL (gasp) Yeah, she's one of us. DUDE. You're not supposed to take your hood off! It's hot under here: SO! Everything's on fire and I had to run around and get cupcakes! –And that's where we left off: JOSH PECK also removes his hood, revealing himself to the audience. Woah. what episode of Drake and Josh is THIS A new one. No fucking way. JOSH PECK WHAT THE FUCK DRAKE. I TOLD YOU NO CUPCAKES. I brought–cupcakes. I TOLD EVERYONE THERE WOULD BE COOKIES. I brought cupcakes. COOKIES. NOT CUPCAKES. (From The Crowd) Aw, what–there's no cookies? (Crowd disapproval; everyone deflates and begins taking off their hoods and cloaks, clamoring.) THE DISNEY CHANNEL CIRCLE OF STARS Enter Dramatically through every possible entrance, much like the cast of a critically-acclaimed Broadway musical. Which Broadway musical? Uh. One where the cast enters through the aisle. Duh. Ugh, these guys. Who invited them? I did. For what? That was the whole point. After a large MUSIC/DANCE number. Lol Hold the phone What How are we gonna get ALL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS CUT TAKES NO CUT TAKES. BRO. HM. IGOTIT, SUPACREE wakes up at a mysterious RAVE. Oh shit. Throw a party. Celebrities loooooooove parties. That's all they do. … … … Yeah–that too, but we don't like to think about that. DISNEY. I'll take it. SOLD. Wait, this is on Disney? Or one of it's subsidiaries, none of which are NICKELODEON. We'll take it. SOLD. Wait. What. You Auctioned Off The Festival Project on The Black Market? Yeah. WHY? I don't know. Something about cookies. At the height of the chaos, SUPACREE strolls in. Ah shit, cupcakes! I love these. THE FORGOTTEN ONE. Are these Vegan? (gasps and whispers, whippets in the back) Pause. OKay. Deep thought process collison Go on… Either someone's a genius and set this whole thing up That's making sense Or Hollywood just fucks people up enough that Whippets. I need more whippets. For what? Whippets. Everyone's on drugs. oh golly, everyone's fucked up. Orrrr, orr–they're just having fun. Should I be worried? Nah. … … … Coincidences don't exist. JOSH PECK A COINCIDENCE THIS IS NOT. How are you this deep in my consciousness. Maybe I'm Not. Oh yeah, I watched The Wackness. Oh yeah, huh. Fuck. So wait. Everyone's just real hot– Money's not a problem, And everyone's on drugs. Yeah. Sign me up! Okay, You're up. Excuse me, I'm what? You're on Go. Uhhh— Just…talk. This is stalking. Don't stop writing OMG WHAT'S IN THE DUFFEL BAG . What's in the pinata? This is NOT THAT SHOW. Of Course it is. It's not. THIS IS AAAAAAALL THAT THIS iS AAAAALLL THAAAAAAT. yeah. HOW MUCH IS THIS GONNA COST??? Can we please have a stereotypically jewish accountant for this project? On it. Rodger. What's up, guys. Uh. These are good. … … … Can you see us? Yeah. All of us. I think so. Especially Amanda Bynes. Hey, AMAND BYNES —she KNOWS who I AM. Duh. WOO. [takes a whippet] Wow. How are you not freaking out?! I have cupcakes. Fiar. Besides, it's just a dream. What? I'm dreaming. None of this is real. Uh–it's not a dream. Maybe multiple dreams. Ew. Don't be gross. I can be gross. It's my dream. You don't understand. No, you don't understand. Because you're in my dream; But i'm dreaming. I'll probably just wake up in a couple of minutes when I'm finished with this cupcake…and really want cupcakes. How did you even get here?! What reality do you think this is? It's not reality. IT iS–REALITY. THIS IS REAL. FLASHBACK: HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA 2010 Woah, hold the phone. Yes, I'll hold. Nothing really matters anymore, No more words, now Try to lay down Try to phaseout my Drastic, disasterful thoughts With croissants And the words to a song, Or a new work of art in The Festival Project I'm not God, yet; I'm only his daughter A doctor, I work at the smokeshop Look, go back to Hollywood– Now you're a subject. Went to Fame School, But just started fame college I'll need that doctorate to call Drake and Josh up –Honestly, don't come back. I filled up half a chapter (Don't want your autograph) I wrote a paragraph after, 10 songs, and wanted a cocktail For watching you Buy your own canister Jesus Almighty And Kevin McCallister Candidly answer a Call from the darkness: “Heaven Help Hollywood, Please, Heaven Help Us.” [The Festival Project] [When it] Turns out, The bottom of your heart Was the tip of the Ice Berg And the whole ship has [s]unk[en], [&] I[t]'s probably ice cold At the bottom of the ocean; I'll tell you where i'm from Why, I'll tell you anything for About one dollar Turns out, I've already got one eye on you; One eye'd sad heart I should probably roll out my art on you [I probably should not] One man bought a kiss, Another, a whole night from her– One man bought a whole farm The other, a Whole Foods Market –and you can't even franchise those Amazon's got a monopoly We were playing for corners of earth, All i got was some kandi, Subscriptions to candidly, Actually, I really liked the tree trial (I think i'll wait a week, sorry) When it turns out The world that you wanted Was actually hours already The dollar you got Was also borrowed And the money they wanted and got Was just actually stolen from someone else They bought all the food up And sold it for profits I promise this avocado Once costs nothing at all But you wanted that car for your daughter She's got a mercedes and don't even drive it My mom, on my honor Of all the garages in Lost Lands, I promise the owner of it was The first to go last, And the last to come home Now he's on his own alter And also the worshiper; How do you go back? Oh, you don't Oh you don't Oh, you don't wanna know that But i was of course, All of your rock bottoms It's bottoms and tops, and We don't let the top fall over, We're counting up crumbs And this muffin costs $24 dollars Pour a whole bottle of coconut water out on the sidewalks For the dead homies Not dead in the general sense But just in the head, the heart, And the soul The homeless are happier at McDonalds Than asking at crossroads and crosswalks For dollars I'd rather spend elsewhere I'll avoid the power struggle at operations for about 18 dollars and 56 sense (Please, keep the pennies) I'm feeling around in my 6th sense that there's Something indecent, or decadent Whichever it is Cause i'm better of with the memory of it Than actually dragging it in. –I'm a cat again. Ouch. Shut up. It HURTS. Of course it hurts, you just had heart surgery without any anistetics. YEah, but to be fair–that was a lot of acid. Yes, but lucily* for you– –or, for him– Lucily for us, there's no lethal amount of acid. –Ouch– –Shut up. That we know of. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

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