Tricky & The Triple T
Ealingee Rajeevan
Finding Tricky is Tricky!
Tamara: Hi, I’m Tamara, and my family is ALWAYS up to no good.
Tamara walks into the living room and the camera turns to her gran curled up on the couch with her feet up and a face mask on.
Tamara: That’s my gran, Teresa. (pointing) She’s … well, let’s say old.
Teresa: Oi, that’s gran to you! I may be old, but I’m strong enough to put some sense in that head of yours!
Tamara: (runs away into the kitchen, where her dad is pouring a glass of beer) Oops! And that’s my dad, Tony.
Tony: What’s up, sweetheart?
Tamara: Wait, is that from the bar?
Tony: Yes, it’s a great perk of the job! Unlimited refills and bottles of beer!
Tamara: You know that’s not free, right? It goes on your tab! exits the kitchen, shutting the door with a bang My dad’s definitely not got the highest IQ out of all of us, at least the humans. You know, at every family gathering, gran always tells us the same story. When dad was 7, he was looking for his cat, Mittens. He saw Mittens on the wall in the back garden, and he had the brilliant idea to climb up after Mittens. However, I think you all know how this is going. My dad is no cat, so he climbed up and fell right back down, scraping his arm. But instead of calling maybe his mom or his sister, he called all of his neighbourhood friends to help him patch it up. Talk about Humpty Dumpty!
Tamara: And, introducing the most troublesome T, Tricky!
Cameraman: Wait, where’s Tricky?!
Cameraman 2: I swear she was just here for the first take!
Tamara: Tricky? Where are you girl? Come out! This is a bit weird, Tricky is always here for her naptime at noon, and wasn’t she just here a few minutes ago?
Teresa: Maybe that troublesome dog has finally gone to rest in hell where it belongs!
Tamara: Gran, this is not funny! If Tricky is really missing, you need to help me find her!
Teresa: Ask that lazy father of yours! All day long, all he does is drink pint upon pint of beer, yet I toil away at that school past retirement and still can’t get a moment of peace. I already have to punish you at school, do I need to do so at home too?
Tamara: No gran!
Teresa: WHAT? YOU THINK I’M A HAIRY MAN? HOLD YOUR HORSES MISSY! I’M COMING UP THERE!
Tamara: NO GRAN! I DIDN’T SAY THAT! Did I mention that my gran is definitely partially deaf?
Teresa: YOU COULD BE A BIT LOUDER NEXT TIME!
Tony: What’s up sweetheart?
Tamara: Well, that’s about as much as he says. They’re no help. Honestly, if I disappeared, they probably wouldn’t notice until they realised if they found me they’d get a reward. Tricky is definitely going to be Tricky to find though, that’s all I can say!
(Tricky and The Triple T theme song plays. Tamara is now in the attic)
Tamara: Sometimes when Tricky goes on her adventures, she’s up here. Maybe playing with a ball of string or actually covered in dust. Tricky, you here girl? This is kinda creepy! (Witch cackle in the background.) What the hell is that? Okay this is seriously creepy. Don’t wait till now to tell me we have people living in our walls. This is honestly not the best time.
(Ringing starts, and gets louder, and a fan can be heard in the distance.)
Tamara: Is it just me, or is it getting really, really cold in here? Where is it coming from? (Blows dust, but it goes backwards.) Wait… (Tamara lifts a large mirror aside, revealing a large entry in the wall.) Okay, I guess it’s time to descend into the depths of hell, by myself. This is seriously a real-life horror movie.
(Tamara walks to the attic entrance and bends down.)
Tamara: Dad! Gran! I’m going to descend into the depths of hell! I’m warning you, if I don’t come up before bed, you better look for me!
Tony: Okay, sweetheart!
Teresa: I’m no Mother Teresa! I ain’t interrupting my spa day for a little brat like you!
Tamara: Well, that’s pretty reassuring! Her name is literally Teresa! Oh well!
(Tamara climbs down into the hole in the wall, landing on her feet. She dusts off her hands and looks around.)
Tamara: Where are the lights? My god, this is actually terrifying! Well, at least my death will be recorded for… um hundreds of people to watch?
(Scream and bark in the background.)
Tamara: Tricky? Is that you? Come, we need to go and get Tricky!
(A box shifts and Tamara runs over.)
Tamara: Tricky? Wait, that isn’t Tricky, that’s a 40-year-old creep living in our walls holding a – KNIFE! RUN!
(Tamara starts running while the cameramen stay behind. The creepy guy is captured by the camera whilst running.)
(End theme plays)