A tense, edge-of-the-seat scene precedes the musical number in this act, which features a sweaty Ashcroft in dingy wifebeater, standing beside 2 FBI agents with bloodied knuckles inside a dimly lit room.
In this chapter, its obviously been a busy night for Crisco, as he & and his agents force an al-Queda confession from a thin, grayed suburban Detroit Arab shopkeeper inside a damp & musty boiler room somewhere underneath the cavernous tunnels of the National Mall. A ceiling fan creaks overhead.
"You will tell us EVERYTHING, old man!" [BETWEEN BLOWS] "Why was this copy of "Ishtar" sitting on your DVD rack?!" [PUNCH-KICK] "Unpatriotic swine! Where's your contact Ishtar taking his flight lessons?!" [MORE BLOWS] "Old man, I swear...if you don't start giving me answers RIGHT NOW..." [KICK]
The stage lights fade as Criso's agents finish the brutal deed; Ashcroft walks to the front stage, where hangs a stately adorned frame of our FBI director stage left. As he wipes the blood from his hands with a hankerchief, Crisco wistfully takes down the portrait, cradles it in his arms and in between tongue licks, asks,
"Edgar, Edgar, Edgar. . .take us back to the pure, patriotic days of law enforcement; When we only had to beat the hell out of brown skinned people from our own shores. "Edgar, make us patriots [DRAMATIC PAUSE, SINGS]...once agaaaiiinnn."
The curtain opens & between the two large elephants standing on their hind feet, I envision 200 dancing, cigar chomping J. Edgar Hoovers adorned in pink-feathered headress & Victoria's Secret lingerie; The orchestra leads the audience in a rousing, toe-tapping chorus of "Yank My Doodle, It's a Dandy!" The Hoovers step kick ala the Rockettes signature finish, as a shower of all white fireworks light up the stage. Before the curtain closes, a 200 foot statue of Lady Justice in descreet polyester sundress descends to the stage floor.
In this chapter, its obviously been a busy night for Crisco, as he & and his agents force an al-Queda confession from a thin, grayed suburban Detroit Arab shopkeeper inside a damp & musty boiler room somewhere underneath the cavernous tunnels of the National Mall. A ceiling fan creaks overhead.
"You will tell us EVERYTHING, old man!" [BETWEEN BLOWS] "Why was this copy of "Ishtar" sitting on your DVD rack?!" [PUNCH-KICK] "Unpatriotic swine! Where's your contact Ishtar taking his flight lessons?!" [MORE BLOWS] "Old man, I swear...if you don't start giving me answers RIGHT NOW..." [KICK]
The stage lights fade as Criso's agents finish the brutal deed; Ashcroft walks to the front stage, where hangs a stately adorned frame of our FBI director stage left. As he wipes the blood from his hands with a hankerchief, Crisco wistfully takes down the portrait, cradles it in his arms and in between tongue licks, asks,
"Edgar, Edgar, Edgar. . .take us back to the pure, patriotic days of law enforcement; When we only had to beat the hell out of brown skinned people from our own shores. "Edgar, make us patriots [DRAMATIC PAUSE, SINGS]...once agaaaiiinnn."
The curtain opens & between the two large elephants standing on their hind feet, I envision 200 dancing, cigar chomping J. Edgar Hoovers adorned in pink-feathered headress & Victoria's Secret lingerie; The orchestra leads the audience in a rousing, toe-tapping chorus of "Yank My Doodle, It's a Dandy!" The Hoovers step kick ala the Rockettes signature finish, as a shower of all white fireworks light up the stage. Before the curtain closes, a 200 foot statue of Lady Justice in descreet polyester sundress descends to the stage floor.
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Re: Musical production number 6 - "Father of the G-Man Salute"
Wed, November 12, 2003 - 2:49 PMI love this tribe. I'm reading this and laughing aloud and I'm so glad that we've all come together to mock our DoJ. ashcroft will be so pleased when he comes to our opening night.
