Fiona and the Choco-choc-chocolate balls™

INT. FIONA’S LOUNGE ROOM – EVENING

FIONA, red-haired, bookish, lays on her couch under a colourful blanket, a big bag of Choco-choc-chocolate balls™ sits on her lap, the TV plays in front of her. Fiona puts a chocolate ball in her mouth.

NARRATOR
Fiona’s in autopilot as her hand dips once more into the oversized bag of chocolates in her lap. She crams one of the chocolate balls into a face that seems completely glazed over.

FIONA
Hey! It’s not glazed over, and I’m not in autopilot! I know exactly how many Choco-choc-chocolate balls™ I’ve eaten.

She looks into the bag.

FIONA (CONT’D)
Wow! Is there really only four left?

NARRATOR
Fiona asked in surprise.

FIONA
It wasn’t surprise, it was … elation, at the sense of accomplishment.

NARRATOR
But Fiona wasn’t elated. She was disgusted by herself, at how many chocolate balls she had eaten. She was also nauseous, also a product of the amount of chocolate balls she had eaten.

FIONA
Hey I may be nauseous, but I’m not disgusted by myself! I’m proud. I’ve almost eaten a whole family bag. Not just anybody could do that you know!

NARRATOR
Fiona wondered if she wanted to be the kind of person that could do that.

FIONA
Of course I do! Look.

Fiona points at a slogan printed on the side of the glossy bag. ‘FAMILY SIZE – JUST ADD FAMILY”.

FIONA (CONT’D)
I didn’t even need a family!

Pan out from Fiona to show a sadly empty room. Crickets chirp.

NARRATOR
Fiona was lonely.

FIONA
Shut up!

NARRATOR
And sad.

FIONA
Whaaaaat?

NARRATOR
And, although she tried, almost eating a whole family sized bag of Choco-choc-chocolate balls™, didn’t work to fill that loneliness.

FIONA
It filled me a little.

NARRATOR
The real question was, was Fiona going to eat the last four chocolate balls?

Fiona looks into the bag.

FIONA
Oh no.

NARRATOR
It didn’t look good.

FIONA
Okay, that’s it! I’ve had enough of you judging me! Who do you think you are?

NARRATOR
I’m you. I’m the other side of your thoughts.

FIONA
(sadly)
Oh yeah.

NARRATOR
So, Fiona my girl, we’re lonely, and food just isn’t cutting it tonight is it?

FIONA
I guess not.

NARRATOR Now we could sit here, feel sorry for ourselves, and eat those last four chocolate balls. Or, we could put on our coat, go somewhere, and make something happen!

FIONA
Yeah!

Fiona whips the blanket off of herself, and grabs her coat from the nearby coat rack. She puts it on, and goes to open the door. Fiona pauses. She looks back at the bag of Choco-choc-chocolate balls™.

FIONA (CONT’D)
You know, it seems silly to leave only four in the bag.

NARRATOR
GO!

Fiona hurries out the door.