Space Giraffe

AT RISE:

Two GUYS.

GUY 1:
The world is running out of stories!

GUY 2:
Elucidate that point.

GUY 1:
Everything has been told already! All that's left is refinement of currently existing tall tales!

GUY 2:
That can't be true.

GUY 1:
I beg to differ.

GUY 2:
Then we have a challenge upon us!

GUY 1:
That's one way of looking at it.

GUY 2:
I'll start. Space Giraffe.

GUY 1:
Why would there be a giraffe in space?

GUY 2:
Exactly. Expand!

GUY 1:
Space Giraffe and his friend Gary escape from the diner where Space Giraffe works and fly into space using Gary's front lawn as a flying machine.

GUY 2:
Why are they going to space?

GUY 1:
Space Giraffe wants a roast beef sandwich.

GUY 2:
Where are they going to find it?

GUY 1:
Nowhere. There are no cows in space nor bread. So they fly to Mars and use genetic material found at the polar ice caps to engineer a bush that grows roast beef sandwiches, and then use that technology as the vanguard for an invasion of the Moon, easily accomplished to its lack of population.

GUY 2:
How does it end?

GUY 1:
Gary and Space Giraffe fly Gary's Lawn into the Sun, to live forever in peace at its core.

GUY 2:
The end.

GUY 1:
Okay, that was a little original.

GUY 2:
Yet still a pastiche of common story elements thrown together randomly.

GUY 1:
See?

GUY 2:
Point proven! All that is left is trued and true stories told well!

GUY 1:
And explosions!

GUY 2:
Of-

EXPLOSIONS!

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.