Loser Guy Makes Horror Film (Documentary)

Just finished watching “AMERICAN MOVIE” and it was very good.  It is about a filmmaker named Mark and his goal is to finish his movie.

“I am a failure.” is the opening line of the movie and our main guy is Mark.  He has big dreams to make his films and he does not want to “be a nothing.”    I think he earns his money as a newspaper delivery guy.

The film is really entertaining and as it progresses you really are cheering for Mark to finish his movie and it is kind of amazing how he has so much support from the people in town.

The dialogue is funny and you really can’t make it up.   It really shows all of the difficulties involved in making a short low budget film.

It is called “American Movie” from 1999.  It is definitely worth a watch if you enjoy learning about films and you like underdogs!

(His horror movie itself is not super amazing but this documentary is really good)

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT

LEMONADE BOYS (rough draft) The Story Continues, The Competition (The King and Trey)

The boys were gathered in their clubhouse.

“Well Bossman, what should we do about Trey?”  Lug spoke.

The King sat in contemplation, “Let’s give him a little time.  I want to see what he does.”

Fudge was a little jittery, “You sure you don’t want us to rough him a bit?”

“No Fudge I don’t.  We can’t stop this Trey guy with violence.  We need to make smart moves.”  The King was even in his speech.

 

A few days went by.  Lug and Fudge would periodically drive by the apple juice stand to check on Trey.  They would not speak to him, they would only drive by just to see if he was operating or not.  And he was.

Lug and Fudge reported back to the King.

“Bossman it has been four days now and Trey is still operating as normal.”  That was Lug.

“He did not take your words seriously sir.”  Said Fudge.

The King sat up, “Very well.  We will need to take some action against Trey.   Fudge, do you think his stand is made of wood?”

“Yes sir, it definitely is.” Fudge answered.

“And is it about the same size as our stands?”  The King asked.

“Yes sir, I would say so.”  Fudge answered.

“Very good.  Then here is what we will do…”   The King laid out his plan for Lug and Fudge.

 

It was Wednesday Morning.  3am.  Pitch black out.   A U-haul moving truck drives into the quite suburb.   The U-haul truck parks about 50 yards away from the apple juice stand.    It all happens very quick.    The truck turns off.   Eight figures in dark attire and ski masks exit the vehicle.  One opens the back of the truck.  It is empty.  The figures gather around the apple juice stand and lift it.  It moves easily.  The figures move in unison and load the apple juice stand into the back of the U-haul truck.  They close the truck, get back in, and drive away.  The maneuver took no more than four minutes to complete.

 

It was the afternoon.  School let out.  Trey had just gotten out of class and was walking home.  Let’s make today a great day of business. Trey thought.   As he walked to his normal working location he stopped.  “Where is it?”  He asked aloud.   All he saw was nothing, only an empty space where his stand used to be.    Some local neighborhood kids came by to see Trey and get some apple juice.

“Hey Trey, where is your stand?  What did you do with it?”  One kid asked.

Trey was stunned.  “I just don’t know.  It vanished.”

 

Back at the headquarters, the King and his boys were meeting.  Fudge was laughing, “Oh Boss, I would be so happy to see the look on that guys face when he shows up to no stand.”   Fudge was joyous.

“I’m sure he will be quite surprised.”  Said the King.

“Surprised?” Lug asked.  “He is probably going to lose it!”

“Well boys, it feels good to strike a blow to the competition.”  The King spoke.   “But I do think we should put Trey out of his misery.   Let’s deliver the package to him in two days time.”

“Do you think we should have one of the girls do it?”  Fudge asked.

“That is a good idea Fudge.  Yes.”  The King was pleased.

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Trey was leaving his class at school.

“Hey Trey!” A voice called out.

Trey turned around to see a girl standing in front of him.  She wore a very revealing top and she wore a short skirt.  This girl also held a medium size envelope in her hands.

“Woah, hey, who are you?”  Trey wondered.

“My name is not important.  I have something for you.”  The girl handed the envelope to Trey.  “It is from somebody else in the business.  It is safe to open I promise.  Be sure to act wisely.  See you later.”   The girl turned quickly and walked away.

Trey took the envelope and walked to the bathroom.  He wanted some privacy to open the envelope.

He opened it and pulled out the contents.  They was a small envelope that said ‘Trey’ on it.  And there were 3 photos.  One was a photo of the sign, “Welcome to Smallsberg.”      Smallsberg was a small town about 30 minutes from where they all lived.  The other photos were of his apple juice stand!   There it stood in Smallsberg.  One had a photo of the stand with a couple of good-looking teenage girls next to it.  And the other had a far away shot showing the location of the stand.

Trey’s mouth dropped, “They moved it!”  He dropped the photos on the ground and he reached to the small envelope with his name on it (‘Trey’).   He opened the envelope and it was a handwritten note.  His eyes scanned it.   Trey trembled slightly as he read the note.

The note read:

Stay out of my territory.    Sincerely, The King.

 

(END OF BISCUIT POST)

LEMONADE BOYS The Competion part 2 (The Story continues) (NOV 26)

Lug and Fudge get back to headquarters.  They went to speak with The King.

The King spoke, “Okay boys.  What was that guys name?”

“It was Trey.” Lug said.

“Hmmm Trey.” The King seemed to ponder the name for a few moments.  “Was he a big guy?”

“No sir, no sir.  He was not big and strong at all.  He seemed more like a smart guy to me. Not too big, maybe five foot nine about 150 pounds or so.”  Lug told him.

The King looked at them, “And he said he was not going to stop right?”

“That’s right bossman.”

“Okay boys well then we need to take next steps.”  The King said.  “Okay here is what we are going to do … ”    The King laid out the next steps for his boys.  Once he was done laying out the steps he patted Lug on the arm.    “Okay, you guys got it?”

Lug and Fudge nodded, “We got it Boss.”


 

It was the next day.   School had let out.  Trey was walking back to his car from school.   A vehicle pulls up next to him on the sidewalk.   The back door opens, it is Lug.  He gets out of the car.  “Okay Trey get in we are going for a ride.”

Trey was caught off-guard, “Hey man, what is this?”

Lug was MUCH bigger than Trey.  “Get in the car now.”  Lug moved forward and grabbed Trey by the arm and forced him into the vehicle.  He was in the back in the middle, right in between Lug and Fudge.

“What are you guys going to do to me?” Trey asked.

“Just shut up okay?  We aren’t going to hurt you.”    They took out a canvas bag and placed it over his head.

“WOAH! HEY!  Why do I need a bag over my head?”  Trey protested.

“Just shut up Trey!  Shut your mouth okay?  We are going to meet the Bossman.”  Lug raised his voice at Trey.

Trey stayed quiet the rest of the ride.   They got to headquarters.   They pulled the car as close as they could to the building.

Lug leaned over to Trey.  “Okay Trey, no funny business.  We are here okay and we are going to escort you from this car inside to meet the Bossman.  You got it?”

Trey spoke through the bag, “Am I about to die?”

“Jesus man!  We are not killers okay?  The Bossman just wants to speak with you face to face.”

The driver of the car spoke up, “Okay guys looks like the coast is clear.”

Fudge looked at Lug, “Let’s go.”

They got out of the car.  They pulled Trey with them.  The Canvas bag stayed on his head. They moved him into the headquarters and sat him down in front of the King.   They quickly pulled off the canvas bag.  The King and Trey were now face to face.

“Hello Trey.”

“Hey man, what is the deal?  You have your own goons who pick people up?”

“Sorry for any kind of difficulty Trey but I wanted to meet with you face to face, you know man to man.”

“Yeah well who are you supposed to be?”

“The people call me The King.”

“Oh yeah?   You are not a very big guy Mr King.  I can’t believe these guys listen to you.”

“Well I am the guy with the vision.  These two work for me and help me with my operation.”

“Your Operation?”

“Okay Trey.  Cut the crap.  I can tell you are not an idiot and please don’t insult my intelligence.  You must have seen the stands around town.  I bet you thought you could do the same, am I correct?”

“I don’t really see a problem.  There are multiple lemonade stands around town and I am the only apple juice stand.”

“I told you to cut the crap Trey.  You have clients younger and older who visit your apple juice stand.  And that is because you don’t just sell apple juice there.”

“Well perhaps.”

“Okay Trey well let me spell it out very clearly for you.  I see you as being competition.  And I do not want any competition.  This is my territory.  This is my turf.  My operation will be the only operation.”

“Well I see we have a conflict here.”

“Trey, I think we have some options here.  I like your ambition and I think you can join my team here.  Think about it.   Anyway, here are your choices: You can come and work for me; you can shut down your stand; or you can move your operation far away.”  The King was staring directly into Treys eyes.

“And what if I decide to stay where I am and operate my stand?”

“Well Trey, If you want to keep working in your spot I must tell you that I highly recommend against doing that.  You may begin to encounter some, how you might say, difficulties”

“Is that a threat?”

“It is not a threat at all.  I have told you your different options and it is up to you to make a choice.  Life is all about choices Trey.   Our meeting here is done.”

Lug slipped the canvas bag back over Trey’s head.  They got him to the car.  They drove him back to his own car near school.   Fudge spoke to Trey, “Think about what The King told you Trey.  And don’t tell anyone about the meeting.  If you go to the authorities, we will know about it.”

They took the bag off of Trey’s head and let him out of the car.  They drove off.

Trey just watched the car drive away as he contemplated his options.

 

(END OF BISCUIT POST)

Lemonade Boys (The Competition) The Story Continues (rough draft)

The King and his boys were relaxing and having a good time at their hideout (which was a basement).

One of his boys came close to the King.  “Bossman, we have a report from the field.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“Well, there is some guy and he is doing what we are doing.”

The King raised his eyebrow, “Oh?”   “Go on, tell me exactly what you are talking about.”

“It is this guy.  He has a wooden stand like we do.  And he is selling Apple juice, not lemonade.  He has two pitchers.   I have watched him multiple times.   Sometimes little kids go and buy something from him and sometimes older kids will go and buy stuff from him.   And he acts different if he is dealing with an older kid.    I think he is doing the same thing we are doing Bossman.”

The King was curious, “Do you know if he has more than one stand?”

The boy went on, “Not that I have seen.  I have only seen that one stand.”

The King looked around at his boys, “Well, this is very interesting.   Lug, Fudge come here.”

Lug and Fudge moved to him.  “What is it, Boss?”

“I want you two to go and meet this guy at his Apple Juice stand.  I don’t want any kind of roughness.  Just let him know that he needs to stop what he is doing and shut down.  Let me know what he says.”

“Sounds good Boss, we are on it.”

“One more thing, take this little guy with you since he knows where the apple juice stand is.”   The King looked at the boy.  “Good job young man.”

“Thank you Bossman.”


 

(The Next Day)

Lug and Fudge and young boy Jonny Fritz drove over to the Apple Juice stand.  It was in the suburbs.  It was a simple stand advertising “Apple J” on the board above it.  There was a young, clean-shaven teen working at the stand.  They approached him.

The young man smiled, “Hey.  How can I help you guys?”

Fudge spoke, “We are not here to buy.”

“Well then How can I help you?”

Lug looked at him, “What is your name?”

“Just who is asking?”

“Do you know who we are and who we work for?” Fudge asked him.

“I’m afraid not.  Should I?”   He just smiled.

Fudge squinted his eyes, “You know what you are doing out here.  Our Boss sent us.  We know about this operation of yours.  What is your name?”

“People call me Trey.”

Fudge got closer to him, “Well Trey, you need to stop what you are doing here.  You need to shut down this operation.”

He just smiled, “I’m sorry boys but I am not stopping.”

Fudge was making eye contact, “Our Boss sent us here to tell you to stop.  You got it?   Are you sure that is your response?”

Trey looked at them, “I am sure.  I have a good business going here and I’m not stopping. If you guys aren’t going to buy anything then I’ll have to ask you to be on your way.”

“Up to you.” Fudge said.    Lug and Fudge and young boy Jonny Fritz went back to their car and drove off.

Lug opened up his flip phone and dialed.

“Hello?”

“Hey King.  It’s Lug.”

The King’s voice came through, “What is the response?”

“No change sir.  He is going to stay open.” Lug spoke.

“Very well, I will have to take next steps.”   The King hung up.

Lug flipped his phone closed.    Fudge looked at him, “What did Bossman say?”

“He said we need to move to next steps.  I wonder what that means.”

The boys drove back to the hideout.   They had a meeting with the King and they planned their next move to deal with Trey.

To be continued … ….

END OF BISCUIT POST

Help Me Biscuit Followers!

I will keep this short and sweet.   I want to turn “Lemonade” into “Lemonade Boys”

I want to make a whole novel out of it, and it is easy for me to post small drafts here on my blog as I work on the story.

If you are a fan of Lemonade Boys please do let me know in the comment section or I also appreciate feedback on the story as well.

The more Feedback/Love/Support/Advice I can get on the story, the better as I work to make it and improve it.

Thank you to the followers of DJ ROBO BISCUIT!  I am a real person, I am not just a robot with a biscuit torso.

Thanks.

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT

Lemonade (Rough Draft) Fit for a King

As the King sat in class he looked around the room.  He did see some talent.

The students were going around the room introducing themselves and saying an interesting fact or a hobby.    Nothing out of the ordinary.

One girl caught the eye of the King.   She was a thin girl with long dark hair.   “Hello.  My name is Amanda.  Um, something interesting about me is that I like to play video games.  They are fun!”   she smiled.

The King was smitten.  What a beauty. He thought.   When the class got out the students all moved to their other classes.  The King did not get many chances to speak to Amanda face to face.

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The King was sitting with his boys.  They were at one of the houses.   They were talking about whatever, discussing video games and tv and sometimes which girls they like.

One boy looked at the King, “Hey boss man you got any girls you been eyeing?”

The King hesitated, “Well I guess so.”

“Well damn who is it?”

“It’s a girl in one of my classes.   Her name is Amanda.”

A boy blurted out, “The Burger?”

” I don’t know why you would call her that, she is a beautiful girl.   I plan on making her mine.”

“Okay bossman you think she is the one for you, huh?”

“Yeah I sure do.”

Some of the boys looked around from one to another.  Then another blurted out, “Wow can’t believe bossman has his eyes on Amanda Queensberger.”

 

END OF POST, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

Lemonade (Rough Draft) The Story Continues

The King surveyed his troops.  It was a ragtag force.  Kids and young men, nobody older than 16.

“Thank you all for coming.  I’m gonna spell it out for you guys real simple.  We have our stands okay?  Our stands is where we do our business.  You guys got that?”    The king spoke and looked around at his boys.   The boys in front of him nodded nervously.

“Right, we do our business at the stands.  The stand is where we sell.”  The king spoke.  He looked at his boys and tried to make eye contact with each one of them.  He wanted to let them know the importance of his words.

“Each stand will have a little and a big.  One little guy and one big guy.  One and one.  The little guy handles the lemonade and the big guy handles the goods.  We are gonna be sure these stands are made of wood.   And each stand will also have a bat beneath it, a wooden bat.  That is there for our protection.”

The King continued on, ” We are gonna have burner phones alright?  Just flip phones.  Do not give your phone number to anyone except people in our operation.”

“These are our burner phones and how we are gonna communicate.  You can text okay?  But, if this stuff is sensitive then DO NOT send the info with a text.  You can call me okay? You boys got that?  Make a phone call!”

The King spoke some more, ” What we do here is simple.  We have sugar and we have sugar.  We hide in plain sight.   You boys got it?”

Boys.  We are here to make money.  Okay?  The goal is to get the money.

But you kids need to know there will be risk.  If you think the police or your parents are suspicious and want to get your phone, then BREAK IT!  you got that?  Break the phone, we can’t have authorities get it.

Don’t be afraid to destroy the phone.  These phones are cheap.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED) DJ ROBO BISCUIT