Act Seven Scene One:
Narrator: Dusty manages to convince Lloyd that he owes it to his fans to do tonight’s interview on Rick and Dwight’s Radio Show. Lloyd staggers down the sidewalk to the radio station. Before going in he realizes he needs to take a leak really bad. Lloyd pulls up in front of Dwight’s car and sets his sights upon the back passenger tire. Dwight is looking out the window trying to see if Lloyd will show up in time for his interview. He sees what Dwight is doing and runs over to the space where the door used to be. He yells at Lloyd.
Dwight: Hey Lloyd, what are doing taking a leak on my car’s tire.
Lloyd: Sorry Dwight. I couldn’t hold it long enough to make it to your washroom on time.
Dwight: Have you been drinking at Dusty’s, Lloyd?
Lloyd: Just in the afternoon.
By this time Rick has joined Dwight by the open space where the door used to be. He quickly catches the gist of the situation.
Rick: Lloyd, I’m cancelling your interview for this evening. You’re so drunk that you can barely stand up straight.
Lloyd: I’ll be all right. Just put me in a chair. I have a hell of a story to tell your listeners.
Dwight: Did something unusual happen on the set of The Andy Griffin Show?
Lloyd: No, but I didn’t come here to talk about The Andy Griffin Show.
Rick: Then what are you going to talk about Lloyd? About the time you were so drunk you cut off a piece of a customer’s ear while you were giving him a haircut?
Lloyd: No, but I did that guy a favor. One of his ears was bigger than the other before I made the adjustment for him. I even took out a needle and thread and put stitches in what was left of his ear.
Dwight: Come to think of it, Rick, that is a pretty good story. Maybe Lloyd should tell it on the show tonight. If the mayor is listening he might even give Lloyd a medal for stopping the guy from bleeding to death.
Rick: Don’t be ridiculous Dwight. Lloyd would lose his day job. Who’s going to want to get a haircut from a drunk barber?
Dwight: You’re probably right. Maybe Lloyd should have trained to be a paramedic instead of a barber.
Lloyd: Look, I’ve heard enough from you two guys. I want to start my interview now, before I pass out.
Dwight: Do you think you might puke too, Lloyd?
Lloyd: Yeah, probably, just before I pass out.
Dwight: Thanks for warning us in advance Lloyd. I’ll go get a bucket from the janitor’s supply room.
Lloyd: But I’m not going to tell the story on the air about cutting off a piece of the guy’s ear. I gotta admit, though, it’s pretty funny.
Dwight: We better get started with Lloyd’s interview now Rick. It’s already past seven o’clock.
Narrator: Rick nods to Dwight in agreement and switches on the green light and the microphones.
Rick: Good evening listeners. We apologize for the late start to the evening show, but we had a few technical difficulties we needed to correct. It will be worth the wait, however. As promised, we’re going to do the interview with our very special guest, Lloyd the Barber, one of the stars of the Andy Griffin Show.
Lloyd: Not one of the stars of The Andy Griffin Show, the star of the Andy Griffin Show. The rest of the cast aren’t stars. It’s a stretch to even call them actors.
Dwight: I’m hearing some bitterness in your voice, Lloyd.
Lloyd: No, you’re not hearing bitterness you’re hearing the truth. It’s about time somebody told the truth about that show.
Rick: Aren’t you afraid of losing your job on the show, Lloyd.
Lloyd: Ah, come on, Rick. If they fire me they may as well shut down the whole show. Besides, I still have my day job at the barber shop anyway. It’s not like I’m going to starve to death.
Dwight: How about that guy who lost part of his ear in your barber shop?
Lloyd: Shut up Dwight! First of all, that’s an urban legend and secondly, I thought we all agreed we weren’t going to discuss that incident on the show.
Rick: Okay, chill out Lloyd. Loyal listeners I apologize for Lloyd’s temper tonight. He doesn’t appear to be in a very good mood this evening.
Lloyd: And you wouldn’t be either if you had to work two jobs all the time just to make ends meet.
Rick: Well said, Lloyd. You told us when you first came in the station that you had a great news story for us.
Lloyd: Great? Great story? It’s the most important story of the century!
Dwight: Go for it, Lloyd. We’re all ears and so are our listeners.
Lloyd: Well, let me tell you this. You guys are going to owe me big time after this.
Anyway, do you guys remember that rancher you had in earlier today?
Rick: You mean Mick Russell, our guest on the morning show who the military arrested twice today?
Lloyd: Yeah, that’s him. Well, he was telling the truth. At first, I thought he was some kind of whack job until I had his story confirmed. In fact, Mick only knew part of the story. He was right about the crashed flying saucer, but he didn’t know about the aliens in the space ship.
Dwight: What? Aliens? Creatures from outer space?
Lloyd: That’s right. It’s absolutely true. A space ship, possibly two of them crashed right here in Roswell and Corona. The army found four aliens, three were DOA but one is still alive. They were doing an autopsy in Roswell Hospital on one of the dead aliens two days ago.
Rick: Who told you this and why should we believe you?
Lloyd: Because I drew a sketch of one of the creatures right here on the sleeve of my shirt. I saw a nurse from the hospital draw it on a napkin when I was at Dusty’s Tavern the other night. She didn’t know that I was making my own copy of the drawing because I was hiding behind a palm tree.
Dwight: So now you’re telling us that Dusty has palm trees growing in his bar? Does he have a beach with sand there too?
Lloyd: How can you be so stupid, Dwight? It was the artificial palm tree that Dusty keeps near the front door of the bar.
Rick: Let’ see. I’m looking at the picture on Dwight’s sleeve now. The creature has an enormous head with large oval eyes. It’s probably only about three or four feet tall by the looks of it. It’s skin color appears to be a blend of gray and green.
Lloyd: No, that’s a mistake on my drawing. While I was shading in the gray with a pencil I had to sneeze. I didn’t have any Kleenex so I had to wipe my nose on my sleeve.
Rick: So does that mean its skin color is all gray?
Lloyd: Yes, that’s how Nurse Jane described it.
Dwight: What else did the nurse say Lloyd?
Lloyd: She said there were two men with cameras in the room and that they were taking pictures during the autopsy.
Rick: Keep going Lloyd. Did she say anything else?
Lloyd: Yeah, she said that there was a terrible odor in the operating room sort of like the smell in the restroom at Moe’s Garage.
Dwight: That’s disgusting. A couple of weeks ago I was there. I was on my way home from work when I had a bad case of the runs. I had no choice but to use Moe’s washroom. I thought of doing my business behind a big cactus in the desert, but I’m too scared of scorpions, rattlesnakes and tarantulas.
Rick: You said enough already, Dwight. Our listeners don’t need to hear any more details. Most of them are probably eating their dinner now. Go on, Lloyd.
Lloyd: Well, like I was saying the smell in the operating room was so bad that Nurse Jane had to run outside to barf.
Lloyd: Oh no! I think I’m going to barf right now.
Dwight: Quick Lloyd. Puke in the bucket by Rick’s shoes.
Nattator: Lloyd aims his head as close to the bucket as he can but some vomit still manages to splatter on Rick’s shoes.
Rick: Dang it Lloyd. Look at my shoes! Hold on. We have another caller on the line. I think it’s Moe Miller, the owner of Moe’s Garage.
Moe: What’s all this talk about the supposed bad smell in the washroom at my garage?
Dwight: Well, you have to admit it gets a bit funky in your washroom, Moe.
Moe: No, I don’t have to admit to anything right now, Dwight. I’m not on trial here.
Rick: You’re right, Moe, but it would help your cause if you took a little more time cleaning up your washroom more often.
Moe: Great suggestion, Rick. The problem is that I run a business here and my goal is to make a profit from it, not to go bankrupt.
Rick: How’s cleaning up your washroom going to make you go bankrupt?
Moe: Well, obviously, you know nothing about running a business. You’ve got your cushy, clean desk job as a radio station host because you married the owner’s daughter.
Now some guys like me have to earn a living the old fashioned way, by not being afraid to get our hands a little dirty.
Dwight: That’s a very interesting rant, Moe, but you still haven’t answered Rick’s question.
Moe: I was just leading up to that. It’s simple economics. I can only afford to hire two full time guys at my service station. One worker does all the mechanical repairs and a young kid pumps the gas for the customers. All three of us are working all the time and somebody uses the washroom about every five minutes. I don’t have the staff to clean the washroom every five minutes. It would help, too, if the customers treated our washroom with more respect. They pee on the toilet seat, pee on the floor, puke in the toilet and leave barf on the rim of the toilet. They also leave toilet paper all over the floor. So I don’t appreciate you guys putting all the mess and stench all on me.
Dwight: Hold on listeners. We have another caller on the line. At this time I would advise all of listeners who have kids at home to send them out to the barn to do their chores. We are having a very volatile and controversial show this evening and you may not want your children listening to parts of it.
Rick: That’s right Dwight. Our show is billed as a family show, but tonight it has evolved into a very heated and emotional show. Hold on, I think we have Mick Russell on the line.
Mick Russell: Yeah, this is Mick Russell. Will you guys shut up? I just took a bite out of my triple patty cheeseburger when I turned on the radio.
I hear you guys talking about diarrhea, puking and the horrible stench in Moe’s washroom. I immediately tossed my cheeseburger out the window.
Dwight: What a waste Mick! You should have given it to your dog, Chopper.
Mick: You don’t have to worry about that. Chopper just ran out the back door to go look for it.
Rick: Mick, now that we’ve got you on the line what do you make of the story that Lloyd just told us?
Mick: Look, you guys, I got offers to tell my story on the Larry King Show. So you’re not going to get any more free information from me. Have a good evening boys.