This week, Studio Reader Stan visits with Petey, his literary agent's 13-year-old nephew. In Comic Strip #26, we learned she gave Petey his script for free.
Studio Reader Stan enters Petey's room/office.
Petey: Studio Reader Stan, I met up recently with your agent at an important function I was hosting.
Studio Reader Stan: Uh, would this function happen to be your Bar Mitzvah last Saturday?
Petey: Production meeting/Bar Mitzvah. Itís a shame you werenít invited.
Studio Reader Stan: Yes, I donít know how Iíll ever get over the hurt.
Petey: You can get me a gift. Thatíll make you feel like you were a part of it.
Studio Reader Stan: Great, Iíll scratch off Ďscrounge for money to pay rentí on my To Do list, and replace it with buying you a gift for something I wasnít invited to.
Petey: Good. Anyway, your agent suggested we spend time together to see if we can find common ground on our script disagreements.
Studio Reader Stan: Petey, donít you think itís creepy that you keep referring to your Aunt Mischa as my agent?
Petey: No, I prefer using official titles during the workday. Which is why I insist you start calling me Mr. Director. Itís time you began respecting your authority figures.
Studio Reader Stan: Yeah, uh, anyway, are you hoping that by spending time together weíll somehow compromise our visions, or do you just expect Iíll finally give in and do it entirely your way?
Petey: My way, of course. I am the director.
Studio Reader Stan: So letís analyze whatís in this for me. Iíll get to hang out with a spoiled, presumptuous 13-year-old kid who expects me to call him Mr. Director, and who wants me to change something I really like into something I couldnít detest more.
Petey: Yes. Finally, weíre on the same page. Iíd like to start Monday morning.
Studio Reader Stan: Uh, arenít you busy on Monday mornings with something called middle school?
Petey: Not a problem. Iíve reserved a seat for you in my pre-algebra class. And we have a quiz on Monday, so when youíve finished the first draft of my rewrite, you may want to hit the books... Now if youíll excuse me, itís time for me to meditate in my oxygen chamber.
As Petey climbs into his oxygen chamber, Studio Reader Stan tries fighting off another migraine.
Tune in next week for more of Studio Reader Stan's adventures...†