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Friday, February 14, 2025
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Spotty’s Random Film Festival Epilogue
Twelve hours later, after staying long after closing hours, Mr. Raccoon finally turns off the projection as he sheds a little tear. The audience inside the theater made up of the four now former employee give a loud thunderous applause after they just finished every short film in the box. Mr. Raccoon began begrudgingly packing his belongings into a cardboard box, because he sadly remembered he had been laid off. As Mr. Raccoon was carrying his belongings down from the rafters, he tried to collect himself and put on a happy face. Deep down however, being the second oldest employee at the theater with the realization that he is now laid off. Mr. Raccoon slowly cried until it finally turned to insane sobbing. As tried but failed to enjoy each step as he was coming down from to return to the lobby to say his final goodbye to his young co-workers. Feeling woe and dread as it was difficult for him to leave the place he worked at for twenty years. Mr. Raccoon’s first job was being a movie theater projectionist as that’s all he’s ever known as a trade. Since he was older too, he knew finding another job with little experience in any other trade. Mr. Raccoon knew job hunting would be hard and daunting task that he had to do to survive. He doesn’t have enough money saved for retirement. Mr. Raccoon never finished film school which means he doesn’t have a college degree. Along with the ageism running rampant in the job market in general. Mr. Raccoon couldn’t stop thinking about his future, feeling fear that he will lose everything he has. Mr. Raccoon finally enters the lobby to see an amazing sight. Mr. Raccoon was filled with glee seeing his co-workers Spotty and Stork doing their jobs. Spotty and Stork were also holding back the tears as they slowly moved their mops back and forth as depression filled their hearts. “Stork, I just wanted to say that I enjoyed working with you here at Lion’s Grand Theaters. You will and always have been, my only real friend. I love you my bird brother from another mother,” cried Spotty while mopping up the years old vomit he finally noticed on the lobby floor. Stork dropped his mop and rushed over to Spotty. Stork gave Spotty a huge hug and said, “Want to smoke a joint with me Spotty?” asked Stork. “No, I don’t smoke. Have fun though and I hope we can still be friends outside of here. Both in the real world and on social media. Since I’m unemployed, I finally have time to become what I’ve always wanted,” said Spotty. “What job did you always want to have?” asked Stork. “To become a janitor at Chimichanga Charlie’s Mexican Restaurant. Only because you get an employee discount working there. So, I can have all chimichangas I can eat. It’s the American dream my brother,” said Spotty.
Stork let go of Spotty and made his way to the concession stand. Binky Bear checks the cash register one final time and as usual the theater didn’t turn a profit again. Binky Bear closed the cash register and resumed eating a huge bucket of stall popcorn. Chillie started to pace around the concession stand after getting a sugar high from eating the remaining candy before it went stale. She sang a rock song while moving rapidly at superspeed to the point where she was becoming a blur. Chillie clearly was going through a sugar rush due to with all candy in her system as she sensationally sipped a large size caffeinated cola. Stork walked over to say his final farewells to Binky and Chillie before the theater closed for good. Binky finally broke down in tears as he was continuing to stress eat his tub of popcorn. Stork tapped his wing on the counter which got Binky and Chillie’s attention. Binky reached out his buttered covered paw to shake Stork’s wing. Stork and Binky shook hands as Binky reached over from the counter to embrace Stork. “I’m going to miss this place. I don’t want to go back to working a Dandy Dan’s Car Dealership. I can’t work for my father Dandy Dan dude. I suck at selling cars and can never live up to my father’s legacy. Along with the fact I don’t have a driver’s license. My Dad will always think I’m a failure,” cried Binky Bear. “That sucks Binky that you need to go back working for the man who happens to be your dad. Hey, sorry to ruin this love fest. But I was wondering if I could get a hotdog with ketchup only along with a medium orange soda. I have a wicked case of the munchies right now and my hunger can’t be stopped,” said Stork. “Sure, thing Stork. Also do you have enough weed to go around?” asked Binky Bear. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” asked Stork. Binky slapped Stork in the face as he cried, “That’s offensive stereotype to my people Stork. We’re proud to shit in the woods when nature calls. Only we’re not savages, we know what indoor plumbing is, you damn hippie bastard. Not all bears, Stork. Not all bears. Don’t focus on stereotypes because it will only lead to bad results. You baby deliver,”. Stork started to rub his face as Binky started prepping his hotdog and orange soda. “You know baby deliver is an offensive slur to my people, right Binky?” asked Stork. “Yeah, but you called me a wood shitter, so yeah, I think that makes us even. Here’s your hotdog and medium orange soda. That’ll take payment in some sweet Mary Jane please,” shouted Binky Bear. Binky gave Stork his snack while slipping a joint to Binky as payment. Mr. Raccoon whistled and waved goodbye. “Well, my shift ended hours ago. It’s hard for me to leave this place. Not only because of my love of cinema. But because of you all. I wanted to say thank you for all your hard work today. Also, if any you would like to be one of my references as I now seek employment, that’ll be great. In conclusion, anyone interest in the items in this box? If you are interest in my old nick-nacks I am willing to sell them for the right price. Or is the pawn shop down on Macy Street still open this late?” asked Mr. Raccoon. Spotty raised his hand and asked politely, “Sorry, I would love to buy one of your bobbleheads, Mr. Raccoon. Because money is tight for me right now and for the rest of us. You do remember we all just got laid off tonight, right?”. Mr. Raccoon sighed as he making his way to the exit.
Before they could follow in Mr. Raccoon’s lead, out of nowhere, their boss Lion had returned. As Lion fiddled with his keys, slowly a large crowd of customers rushed into the theater. Everyone, except Lion, stood in shock as this near bankrupt movie theater had more than one customer in decades. Spotty and Stork picked up their mops and resumed working. Chillie rapidly handled out tickets to customers as she was still affected from her sugar rush. Binky was overwhelmed with customers who were buying popcorn and soda like they haven’t eaten in years. Lion laughed and walked over to Mr. Raccoon who stood silent while being in awe of the theater filled with folks who want to see movies. Lion patted Mr. Raccoon on the back as he stated, “It looks like you kept everything in order while I was away. I’m going to give you a raise Mr. Raccoon,” said Lion with joy. “Sir, how can you afford to give me a raise? Wasn’t your theater going to close tonight for good? And what’s with all these customers?” asked Mr. Raccoon. “Where do you think I’ve been. I was out marketing the last day of operation by passing out flyers and free tickets. When the citizens of Summer Top heard my theater was closing, donations came by the boat loads. Since apparently, we’re one of Summer Top’s biggest employers, the city gave me funding because they couldn’t a afford to lose us. I have enough money to the point where we can finally make those repairs and finally renovate the theater to get it out of the stone age,” laughed Lion. “Plus, I remembered there are a lot of hit new movies playing now that aren’t available on streaming too. That might of have drummed up some ticket sales as well,” stated Mr. Raccoon. Lion grabbed Mr. Raccoon and gave him a huge bear hug. “Along with that raise, Mr. Raccoon. I’m going to give you a promotion. How does it feel to be my assistant manager, my old friend?” asked Lion. Mr. Raccoon began to cry tears of joy after hearing he had gotten a huge promotion. After Lion released him from his grip, Mr. Raccoon jumped up and down and then kissed the ground. “I take it you accept the promotion. Now we need to hire some more projectionists to meet these demands. Heck, I need you to help me recruit more employees too. With the huge line outside, I need more than just five employees working under me. I’m going to put the help wanted sign up while you get back to work. This place is a full house, and those movies don’t project themselves,” said Lion. Mr. Raccoon picked up his box of nick-nacks and rushed back up to the rafters. Mr. Raccoon set his box of nick-nacks down once he entered the projection room. A smile covered Mr. Raccoon’s face as he looked through the small projection window out into the theater as he saw it was filled to capacity which it hadn’t been in years. Mr. Raccoon shed a tear as he dimmed the lights and as the movie started to play. During the movie, he pulled out his MP3 player. He put on his headphones and listened to some Mozart as he laid back in his chair.
With the theater saved from bankruptcy and customers returning in droves. Lion’s Grand Theaters last location is here to stay. Lion extended his theater’s hours on what was supposed to be their last day of operations. Only for the tide to turn because even with TV, streaming services, and video games, the movie theater is still survived and adapted with us. And if there is still a movie going public, movie theaters will live forever. Before Lion’s Grand Theaters would close luckily now for just the night instead of for good. And I would say they all lived happily ever after, but this isn’t a fairy tale after all. But movies do feel magical though. Because everyone likes to hear a good story and hopefully you’ve enjoyed these stories. Yes, I’m breaking the fourth wall now. Since I’m the writer of this book, I have the power to end this story anyway I want. Now I bet after reading these 133 pages you feel like you’ve just gotten off a roller coaster. So, with that I say, thanks for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. Now let’s all go to the lobby and grab ourselves a snack.
THE END
Spotty’s Random Film Festival Prologue
In early May of 2024, with spring about to vanish and summer vastly approaching, there was a movie theater multiplex in a small New Hampshire town named Summer Top that was on its last legs and struggled financially since the pandemic. The movie theater multiplex is called “Lion’s Grand Theaters”. It’s your stereotypical movie theater multiplex chain from the 1990’s. Oddly enough, it appears to have remained in the 1990’s with little updates and refurbishment because of its cheap greedy owner Lion, which the movie theater chain, of which only one location that exists today, bears his name. Lion is an anthropomorphic talking Lion who opened the small movie theater multiplex chain to cash in while the industry was hot, but he never cashed out.
Today is May 5th and it’s the final day of operation at the last functional Lion’s Grand Theaters location. You think on the final day of operation and with having 24 theaters inside it that the theaters would be jammed pack with customers, right? Well, think again because it’s half an hour before closing time and not a single movie goer has appeared in sight. As Lion moans and groans in his office, smoking heavily, his five valued employees are bored out of there minds. Two employees work the concession stand, the first is a young male anthropomorphic teenage nerdy slim bear named Binky who eagerly keeps the stand in order like a good employee should. The other employee is a young female anthropomorphic chinchilla college student with headphones always in her ears named Chillie, who listens to music as she flips through an entertainment magazine chewing gum like she doesn’t give a fuck.
Due to the theater being quiet and not a customer in sight, the theaters two forty something custodians, the first whose name is Stork who is a male hippie anthropomorphic stork, who’s probably the only stork with his feathers on the back of his head in a ponytail. The second whose name is Spotty is a male, man child, that happens to be an anthropomorphic brown furred spotted mutt. Spotty is a labrador retriever and a beagle mix with a simple mind. The duo is currently playing floor hockey on the theater lobby floor with brooms as the hockey sticks and a urinal cake as the puck. As the bird and dog have fun, and the younger employees Binky and Chillie do their own thing at the concession stand. There’s just one more employee that remains. His name is Mr. Raccoon, a sixty something anthropomorphic, uptight, film buff, raccoon, who happens to be the theater’s sole projectionist and the second oldest current employee in age other than the theater’s owner Lion.
Mr. Raccoon, up in the rafters next to a movie projector, sits sipping tea while he reads the local newspaper as he listens to classical music on the radio. Until he and Lion hear the loud thud of Spotty and Stork crashing into each other from downstairs. Mr. Raccoon rolls his eyes and exits the projection room. Lion, now furious, storms out of his office. Back down in the lobby, Binky checks to see if Spotty and Stork are okay. “Spotty, Stork, please stop playing floor hockey in the lobby again. This is our last day of operation, have some respect,” says Binky. Spotty and Stork slowly regain conscious, they get off the ground and dust themselves off. “Good game Stork,” said Spotty. “Good game indeed, Spotty. Same time tomorrow?” asks Stork. Suddenly a loud roar is heard as Spotty, Stork, and Binky spot their boss Lion and Mr. Raccoon standing behind. “There is not going a tomorrow, you morons. Like your fellow employee Binky said, this is my theater’s last day of operation and after today, you’re all going to be laid off,” said Lion. Spotty and Stork both gulp then start to clean up the mess they made. Lion taps Mr. Raccoon on the shoulder. “Mr. Raccoon, keep an eye on these two idiots along with the slightly useful teens, okay,” said Lion. “Yes sir. And I would like to say it’s been an honor working with you for…” says Mr. Raccoon. Lion grunts and slaps Mr. Raccoon in the back of the head. “Don’t be a kiss-ass. Now do your job and keep an eye on the other employees,” says Lion. Mr. Raccoon sighs and says, “Yes sir,”. Lion then makes his way back to his office. Mr. Raccoon turns around and yells at Spotty, Stork, Binky, and Chillie. “You four, birthday party room meeting now!” hollers Mr. Raccoon.
In the theater’s birthday party room, Mr. Raccoon stands next to a whiteboard as he writes a list of rules. As the other employees are doing their own thing with Spotty and Stork arm wrestling each other, Binky is doing his homework, and Chillie is still listening to music. Mr. Raccoon claps loudly which gets everyone’s attention. “Now, do you know why we’re having this meeting right now?” asks Mr. Raccoon. Spotty raises his hand and says, “Because it’s my birthday today,”. “Why do you think it’s your birthday today Spotty, no wait let me guess, is it because we are currently meeting in the birthday party room because we don’t have any conference rooms here,” asks Mr. Raccoon. “Actually, that and because the calendar says so,” said Spotty. Mr. Raccoon facepalms as Chillie raises her hand. “Yes Ms. Chinchilla, you have a question?” asks Mr. Raccoon. Chillie removes her headphones and asks “You do know that this is our last day, right? Then why do we need to listen to you?”. “Because our boss said so?” said Mr. Raccoon. “You do know it’s almost closing time and we haven’t had a single customer today, right,” said Chillie. Mr. Raccoon angrily flips the table over with Spotty, Stork, Binky, and Chillie having no reaction to it. “Can’t you guys do anything right? I wonder why Lion hired you idiots in the first place?” asks Mr. Raccoon. Spotty raises his hand and Mr. Raccoon points at him. “Speak, what do you have to contribute to this conference that’s become pointless?” asks Mr. Raccoon. Spotty wags his tail happily as he pulls out a huge box filled with film reels. “Where did you get those reels?” asks Mr. Raccoon. “From storage, since it’s our last day I thought why don’t we have some fun and watch some movies. It’ll be our own little film festival,” says Spotty. Everyone in the room began to smile, even Mr. Raccoon. “Who agrees with Spotty that we should just watch movies until our theater’s demise say I,” said Mr. Raccoon. Everyone says I and Spotty picks up the box of film reels and hands them to Mr. Raccoon. Mr. Raccoon grins as Spotty, Stork, Binky, and Chillie exit the room. “I’ll make some popcorn. That’s not fresh from the concession stand,” says Binky.
With the theater just ten minutes away from closing and their boss Lion having left the building, the inmates now run the asylum as they hold a film festival for themselves inside their place of work and watch movies which we are going to see with them. Or in this case, read with them. Enjoy the show!