Mr. Webster's apartment
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Mr. Webster is playing poker with his long time friends: Sigmund, Ralph and Arnie
Arnie- So how'd old Frizby take it?
Mr. Webster- I'm not sure, but what I told him was true; and he knew it.
Sigmund- How can you tell?
Mr. Webster- In his heart of hearts, he knew. Otherwise he wouldn't have gotten defensive.
Ralph- it's like guilt. My father used to say: If a man feels guilty, he's done something wrong.
Mr. Webster handed them each a beer. They settled down to play cards.
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The next morning at the bank, Mr. Frizby comes out of his office.
Mr. Webster hadn't arrived yet
Mr. Frizby- Attention everyone, we are having a retirement party for Mr. Webster.
Miss Steadman order the cake and flowers.
Miss Steadman- Will do.
Mr. Frizby left the bank. he went to a jeweler.
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Jeweler
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Mr. Frizby was looking around.
Jeweler- Can I help you?
Mr. Frizby noticed a gold pocket watch
Mr.Frizby-I'll take the gold pocket watch.
Jeweler- Excellent Choice.
Mr. Frizby paid for it.
Mr. Frizby- I'd like to have it inscribed.
Jewler- Ok.
Mr. Frizby- "To Mr. Webster with regards."
The Jeweler gave the watch to the engraver. when it was finished, it was placed in a little white box.
Mr. Frizby slipped it into his pocket and left.
Goodwin bank
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Mr. Webster was at the bank , When Mr. Frizby returned.
Mr. Frizby-Good morning Webster.
Mr. Webster- good morning.
Mr. Frizby- Miss Steadman I need to see you, bring your pad and pen. Oh and Webster, I'll send your final check in the mail.
Mr. Frizby and Miss Steadman went into the office. Closing the door behind them.
Mr. Webster-Don't bother.
Inside Mr. Frizby's office.
Mr. Frizby- Did you order the cake and flowers.
Miss. Steadman: Yes I did.
Mr. Frizby- it was rather short notice. However we must comply with his wishes. I'm going to dictate my speech.
Miss. Steadman sat waiting.
Mr. Frizby- Mr. Webster, started working here forty years ago. When I arrived here, as a young man; he took me under his wing. I will never forget, him. So let's make a toast to Mr. Webster, for his years of loyal service.
Miss. Steadman- Should I also note the twenty seven robbries, he thwarted?
Mr. Frizby- Naw, That's boring. That'll cover it. Miss. Steadman. Thank You.
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Later that night at the bank. Mr. Webster, and his three friends were at the bank.
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The Monkees Pad
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The guys are hanging out. They hear a small ruffling sound outside their door.
Micky went and opend the door. there was an envelope.
Mike- What is it?
Micky opened it, inside was the money that they deposited that week.
with a note attched.
Do your banking else where. regards
Mr. Kirk Webster
They exchanged puzzled glances.
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The Retirement Party
The next morning, the bank was opend, it was decorated for the party.
Miss. Steadman looke around.
Miss. Steadman- Mr. Frizby, all the money's gone!
Mr. Frizby- What?!
Miss. Steadman- The money, it's gone!!!
Mr. Carlson ran out.
Mr. Carlson- The Vault it's empty too.
Mr. Frizby- Where's Webster?
Just then a telegram arrived.
Miss. Steadman- Who's the telegram from
Mr. Frizby- Mr. Webster.. It says. Sorry stop cannot attend. I've flown away and taken all your money. Wish you were here to help me spend.
Mr. Frizby let the telegram flutter to the floor and hung his head.
Mr. Carlson- Should I call the police?
Mr. Frizby- no
Mr. Carlson- But Mr. Frizby....
Mr.Frizby- I said no!! Just let him go.
Later the monkees went to the bank, to ask Mr. Webster; why he sent their money back. Then they saw it.
Davy- look at that!
There was a sign on the door
"After 75 years Goodwin Bank, Is closing Its doors. Thanks for the memories.."
And one by one the people left the party
and Mr. Frizby locked the door.................
Peter is sitting on the floor playing a guitar
Peter-
Faded carnival voice. Sings tunes of nobodies choice, and on a vacant lot, someone just forgot.
Standing all alone, turning on it's own. Weary Merry- Go-Round.
Grows slowly into the ground, and faded circus acts. Sorrow broke their backs, and their silent cries from their staring eyes.
Still small children come, and bring the sound of play.
Spirits all alive, to drive the ghosts away. Weary Merry- Go - Round. .
Tomorrow, They'll tear you down, to build a parking lot. If it lives or not.
It was just a toy, all it brought was joy.~
Peter frowns briefly.
*For Pete's sake/ ending credits.*
~ Alternative version of Merry- Go-Round. copied by ear.