I'm going to take a crack at my own:
Work in Progress
[Black screen with time reads 11:23 AM]
[Paddy’s Pub is a completely trashed after St. Patrick’s Day. Toppled bar stools and broken glass litter the floor. Frank and Charlie were not present the night before because they left early to go back to the apartment to play Night Crawlers]
[Charlie and Frank enter Paddy’s Pub. The pub is a completely trashed and toppled bar stools and broken glass litter the floor. Mac’s duster, covered in what appears to be the entire contents of a mustard bottle, is abandoned on the pool table. Frank and Charlie were not present the night before because they left early to go back to the apartment to play Night Crawlers]
Frank: What the hell happened in here?! It looks like Cricket and his gang rolled through here last night or some shit –
[A horrible odor wafts out of the bathroom causing Charlie and Frank’s faces to contort in disgust. Charlie covers his nose in the hopes of diluting the smell, while Frank plugs his nose]
Charlie: [voice exasperated and muffled by the sweatshirt he is using to cover his nose] WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS THAT SMELL?!
[Frank notices that the door to the men’s restroom is ajar]
Frank: [Nasally] I THINK IT’S COMING FROM THE GUY’S BATHROOM. HURRY SHUT THE DOOR!
[Charlie hurries over to the restroom and slams the door shut, placing his sweatshirt at the base of the door with the hopes of preventing the putrid smell from leaking into the rest of the pub. The pair exit Paddy’s, leaving the door ajar to air out the bar. Charlie and Frank sit on the curb, as they air out the bar. Charlie, with a distraught look on his face, slumps to the pavement.]
Frank: What’s wrong Charlie?
Charlie: Seriously? What’s wrong? Getting rid of smells falls under the category of “Charlie work”. On top of that, the rest of the gang isn’t even here to help me clean up the mess that I bet THEY caused! Did you see the rate at which Mac was drinking last night? By 8 o’clock, he was at least six beers in, and then, for the rest of the night, he sent me a text for every beer he drank. I had 17 unread texts from him this morning, the last of which was from 4 AM.
Frank: Yeah, he gets pretty destructive when he’s hammered, but I don’t think it was all Mac. Dennis was playing that game again where he tries to see and how many shots he can take without Dee noticing.
Charlie: [slams fists against pavement] GOD DAMMIT! If they were all beyond hammered last night, that means they must be super hung over, and if they are super hung over, they probably won’t be here for at least a couple more hours to clean up their mess, meaning I have to do it.
Frank: Eh, I’ll help you clean up the bar, Charlie.
Charlie: Really Frank? You’d do that for me?
Frank: Yup, and I think I know how we can get back at the others.
[Cuts to Mac, Dee and Dennis arriving at the bar. The group shambles through the door, groaning as they shuffle across the threshold. Charlie and Frank, having successfully managed to clean up the bar, are playing pool.]
Charlie: [Deliberately loud] HEY GUYS, HOW ARE YOU?!
[the trio wince]
Deandra: Christ, Charlie, will you keep your voice down? I don’t think I have ever been this hung over.
Dennis: What she said, now do something useful for once and get us some water.
[Frank, whose back is to the gang, smirks and gives Charlie a thumb’s up.]
Charlie: Sure, I’ll get you a glass of water [covertly winks at Frank as he makes his way to the bar.]
[Charlie pours them each a glass of water, but slips an unknown substance in to each drink. Dennis, Dee, and Mac fail to notice this, as they each have their head’s down on the bar surface. Charlie places a glass in front of each of them. D, D, and M greedily t their respective glasses of water without hesitation.]
Charlie: [with grin on face] So, uh, how are you guys feeling?
Mac: How do you think we feel Charlie? God. [returns head to counter]
Frank: You guys must have had one hell of a night last night.
Dennis: [removes head from bar] No shit, Frank. It was St. Paddy’s Day. We were hammered, but at least we left a clean bar when we left.
Charlie: [almost rises to anger, but manages to keep his composure] Yeah, congratulations guys. You did all of my work for me.
Dee: [bolts upright] Frank: You all right over there Deandra?
Dee: I thought the nausea had passed, but I’m not feeling so hot, you guys.
Mac, still facedown: Dee, you have never been hot in your li—[bolts upright as well]
Dennis: [lets out a groan, but does not bolt upright] Guys, I think I’m going to—
[Dennis wretches. The trio dash from the bar towards the bathroom with their hands covering their mouths. Dee, not making it to the women’s bathroom, hurls on the outside of door. Following closely behind, Charlie and Frank lock the door behind Dennis and Mac. The sounds of Mac and Dennis puking can be heard from within the bathroom. Basking in their victory, Frank and Charlie put their ears to the door. After the puking ceases, Dennis and Mac resume breathing normally. The stench finally reaching their nostrils.]
Dennis: O-oh God. OH GOD.
Mac: JESUS, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT STENCH!?
[Mac and Dennis, puke still dripping from their mouths, rush to the door and begin banging on the door, demanding to be let out]
Dennis: God dammit, Charlie! Let us out of here! It reeks in here!
Mac: Stand back Dennis, I’m going to break down this door!
Dennis: [tears streaming down face from the putrid smell, rolls eyes] Mac, you can’t break down the door. How many times do I have to go through this?
Mac: Nah dude, I’ve been watching these krav maga videos on youtube. I totally got this.
[Mac attempts to batter the door down, fails miserably, and slumps down against the door.]
Mac: I don’t get it, that Israeli guy on youtube said that would work.