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ST SHOWCASE

Here's your special guest host: Scott Baio




SB: Hi everyone, I'm Scott Baio.
ST's fall season is right around the corner, and were really excited about all new episodes of "4 Is Enough", 1 on 1, A Few Moments With Dead Celebrities, and many more of your favorite ST features. Plus a whole new season of ST Movies, and some brand new features you'll be hearing a lot about, like "Doctors and Nurses Hospital", Silly Thinking's first drama series, and many more.

ST had to cut through hundreds of series ideas and pilots to put together their new fall season, I ought to know, two series I purposed weren't bought. Ha ha. I'm not bitter though.
One comedy series pilot that just missed ST's exciting new schedule was "Lids" starring Academy Award winning actress Louise Fletcher as a hippie mom with two thirty something grown sons who all live in suburbia. The twist is, they all sell dope!
This thing is a riot! So watch and enjoy this ST special presentation of "Lids"!

(Lids is recorded before a live studio audience)

LIDS


The Frankel Home.

Tom and Bobby's bedroom.

TF: Bob, Bobby, where are you?



BF: Tom is that you?


TF: Yeah it's me, who'd you think it was, Sadaam Hussein?



BF: Close, I thought it was Mom.


TF: Where are you hiding?



BF: Dude, I'm under the bed. Is Mom home?


TF: No, she's at her meditation class. Come out from under there.


BF: Dude, we are so toast.


TF: I don't like it when you say "we". What happened?


BF: Remember that pound I was going to bag for Mom's garden club?


TF: Duhh. Yeah. She’s only been talking about it for two months. "This is the best buzz they'll ever have" I'm sick of it.


BF: Yeah well, I had the baggies ready and everything, so I thought I'd try a taste and...


TF: I don't like where this is going Bobby.


BF: Jeez, and I haven't even got to the bad part yet.


TF: I was afraid of that.


BF: Really? Man your like, a psychiatrist or something.... Man...


TF: Never mind. What happened?


BF: I dunno. I put some in the pipe and the next thing I know the pound is gone and I’m under the bed. Mom's going to kill us!


TF: You Bobby. She's going to kill you. Not us. You.


BF: Ahh come on, I....


M: Boy’s I'm home! Oh here you are.


BF: Hello mother dear.


M: How are my big strong, strapping, out of work, no account bum, drug selling slacker sons, that only a mother could love, today?


TF: Well Mom, Bobby's got something to tell you.


M: There's nothing you can say that will make me mad today. I found the center of my shakra at class, and my Yogi said all he saw was love.


BF: Really? Cool! I lost your pound of primo for the garden club.


M: You did. I'm not mad.


BF: Wow. Cool.


M: No. I love the ax I'm about to get out of kitchen to SPLIT YOU HEAD OPEN!!!!




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