The Patio Rebellion

Send us Fan MailNARRATOR:The Night Watchman rises from his desk and follows the sound—past the exhibits, past the quiet corridors, toward the patio doors.Outside, the winter air holds that New Year’s feeling: cold, sharp, expectant.And inside the museum… something is celebrating like it has a permit.SFX: Door latch. Soft squeak. Patio door opens.SCENE 1 — THE PATIO REVEALSFX: Outdoor patio ambience: faint wind; distant city fireworks; then—very close—party pops, tiny whistles, and toy-sized cheering.NIGHT WATCHMAN (stunned):Oh.Oh, no.NARRATOR:The Watchman steps onto the patio and sees it: toys everywhere, arranged like a gala. A “stage” made from stacked display risers. A “VIP area” behind a velvet rope they have somehow… acquired.And at the center: a very earnest planning committee.BARBIE (bright, authoritative):Okay! Everyone! Remember: we are doing this with taste.KEN (trying to sound official):Taste. With… also excitement. Tasteful excitement.SLINKY (bouncy, nervous):Taste is good! Taste is safe! Taste does not summon the fire department!ETCH A SKETCH (grand, French-leaning, dramatic):Non, non, non—taste is not enough! We require… symmetry. We require… balance. We require… a finale that is like… how you say… a ballet of the stars.RUBIK’S CUBE (dry):A ballet of the stars. On a patio. In December.FURBY (1998-ish, with a little furbish sparkle):Doo-ay! Tee-kah! PARTY-PAHTY!NIGHT WATCHMAN (calling out):Okay—okay—everybody freeze.SFX: A chorus of little “Eep!” “Oh!” “Gasp!” A springy boing.NIGHT WATCHMAN (trying to sound calm):What… is going on out here?BARBIE (as if this is obvious):It’s New Year’s Eve.NIGHT WATCHMAN:Yes. I’m aware. I have a calendar. A very judgmental calendar.KEN:We’re doing a midnight celebration.Support the showThank you for experiencing Celebrate Creativity.