Genius idea, right here, and you heard it here first, folks

[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "Jena said something to mom, mom replied with what I heard as 'Yes, we'll get you your Barbie hearse later.' I immediately ran out there and said 'Barbie hearse? Barbie HEARSE?! PLEASE tell me this product actually exists, because if so, I WANT one!'"
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "She in fact said 'horse'."
[cilbuP] Con queso, Tom says, "Heeeeeeeeee!"
[cilbuP] Con queso, Tom says, "I want a Barbie hearse..."
[cilbuP] Con queso, Tom says, "and a goth barbie.. yeah..."
[cilbuP] Owner of Chris's eyebrows, Jenny says, "Would it be black or pink? The mind boggles."
[cilbuP] Con queso, Tom chuckles.
[cilbuP] Con queso, Tom says, "Black with pin trim? I dunno"
[cilbuP] Bouncing meta-bunnana with wilting peel Andrew says, "Go well with Barbie's Pretty Coroner Table Playset."
[cilbuP] Bouncing meta-bunnana with wilting peel Andrew says, "Go perfect with Skipper's First Voodoo Island."

Blast from the past, found in a box under a tribble.

The first part of this is, alas, lost, very likely forever. I just have the last page. It's funny. I'm posting it.

Some of the action takes place in the kitchen, some in the living room. The two rooms are connected via two doorless doorways, creating, basically, a big circle -- something like this --

 _____________________
|    |                |
|    D    Kitchen     |
|    |______________D_|
|                     |
|       L. Room       |
|          *          |
|_____________________|

-- only less so. Imagine the audience is sitting on the couch, vaguely near that asterisk, facing in the direction of the kitchen. Now you have a good idea of what they can see and what they can't. Basically, kitchen is backstage. We used that mercilessly.

Everything attributed to "tape" is a tape recording of my brother, playing in the kitchen. Best way to get three simultaneous roles out of two people when you don't have much to work with.

---

[at this time, nobody's visible. Both Jeff and myself are in the kitchen, me playing myself, him waiting to come onstage as Cereal Killer.]
Tape: Which way did who go?
Jenny: The CEREAL KILLER, dummy!
Tape: I think he went that way.
[Cereal Killer, played by my brother, emerges from kitchen]
Jenny: Are you sure you're okay?
Tape: I'm okay. Just save the corn flakes!
Cereal Killer: Where is she?!
Jenny: It's too late, the cereal killer has them!
Cereal Killer: THERE SHE IS!
Tape: You have to rescue them! GO!
[Cereal Killer goes into kitchen, Jenny emerges from same out the other doorway]
Jeff: [from kitchen] He's in here!
[Jenny runs into the kitchen, chases the Cereal Killer into the living room, where she throws a blanket over his head. They grapple their way into the kitchen. Thusly backstage, Jenny, being me, yanks the blanket off of Jeff, stuffs some pillows into it so it looks like there's still something in there, adds the box of cornflakes, then comes back out of the right-hand doorway with it and hurls the "body" upon the ground. She plants one foot on the "corpse".]
Jeff: [entering from other direction] You got him!
Jenny: [fishes cereal out from blanket] And I saved your cornflakes! [hands same to Jeff]
Jeff: My hero!
End.

Ahh, memories.