The Patio Rebellion

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NARRATOR:
The Night Watchman rises from his desk and follows the sound—past the exhibits, past the quiet corridors, toward the patio doors.

Outside, the winter air holds that New Year’s feeling: cold, sharp, expectant.

And inside the museum… something is celebrating like it has a permit.

SFX: Door latch. Soft squeak. Patio door opens.

SCENE 1 — THE PATIO REVEAL
SFX: Outdoor patio ambience: faint wind; distant city fireworks; then—very close—party pops, tiny whistles, and toy-sized cheering.

NIGHT WATCHMAN (stunned):
Oh.

Oh, no.

NARRATOR:
The Watchman steps onto the patio and sees it: toys everywhere, arranged like a gala. A “stage” made from stacked display risers. A “VIP area” behind a velvet rope they have somehow… acquired.
And at the center: a very earnest planning committee.

BARBIE (bright, authoritative):
Okay! Everyone! Remember: we are doing this with taste.

KEN (trying to sound official):
Taste. With… also excitement. Tasteful excitement.

SLINKY (bouncy, nervous):
Taste is good! Taste is safe! Taste does not summon the fire department!

ETCH A SKETCH (grand, French-leaning, dramatic):
Non, non, non—taste is not enough! We require… symmetry. We require… balance. We require… a finale that is like… how you say… a ballet of the stars.

RUBIK’S CUBE (dry):
A ballet of the stars. On a patio. In December.

FURBY (1998-ish, with a little furbish sparkle):
Doo-ay! Tee-kah! PARTY-PAHTY!

NIGHT WATCHMAN (calling out):
Okay—okay—everybody freeze.

SFX: A chorus of little “Eep!” “Oh!” “Gasp!” A springy boing.

NIGHT WATCHMAN (trying to sound calm):
What… is going on out here?

BARBIE (as if this is obvious):
It’s New Year’s Eve.

NIGHT WATCHMAN:
Yes. I’m aware. I have a calendar. A very judgmental calendar.

KEN:
We’re doing a midnight celebration.

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