Guess your weight booth - fairground inflation idea

[pongo]

Scene – Taylor sits in a folding chair next to a folding table behind a fairground marquis. A large gas cylinder with a SCUBA mouthpiece on a long hose attached stands nearby. A brief case lies on the table Taylor is looking upward distractedly.
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Spruiker: (unseen on the far side of the marquis) There she goes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Our most recent aeronaut begins her journey, Only the wind knows where she may fly. Only time will tell where she might land.
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Brooklyn: (also unseen, shouts) That’s so fake. Anyone could see you’re just using cheap blow up dolls. Look at it. It’s so overblown it barely looks like a woman anymore.
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Spruiker: I assure you, my good woman, that no optical illusions are involved, no substitutes are made.
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Brooklyn: You expect us to believe that’s the same woman that went into the tent? That’s impossible.
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Spruiker: If you’d care to, as the Cockneys of London would have it, put your money where your northeastwest is, you can discover our methods for yourself.
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(Taylor pricks up her ears)
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Brooke: How much?
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Spruiker: Five of your hard earned dollars will gain you admittance to our humble operation where all will be revealed.
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Brooke: I already know how it’s done. A doll and a bottle of gas.
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Spruiker: Clearly I can’t convince you to part with your cash on this side of the canvas. Perhaps I should allow you free entry so you can discuss this further with my lovely assistant.
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(Taylor gets to her feet, Brooklyn arrives through the tent flap looking flustered and ready for a fight)
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Brooklyn: So, there’s the gas. Where’re the dolls?
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Taylor: No dolls. Looked into using them for advertising once, but the latex ones are too pricey and the plastic ones don’t have enough stretch in them to do our business credit.
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Brooklyn: Bullshit. How’s it done if there’re no dolls.
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Taylor: (Calmly) We get our customers to take hold of the mouthpiece. Then they operate the valve on the cylinder, inflate themselves, become buoyant and float away when they’re ready.
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Brooklyn: Crap.

Taylor: Make a bet?
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Brooklyn: Easy. There’s no way you can do that. Only an idiot would bet you could.

Taylor: There’s a million bucks in it for you if you win.
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Brooklyn: What? What million bucks? You don’t have a million bucks.

Taylor: Well, that’s sort of true (she opens the brief case), we have one million, two thousand, three hundred bucks. It’s been a busy day and I can’t be bothered bringing a box for the takings, so it all goes back into the float. Ha, ha. Float. Never noticed that before.
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Brooklyn: (Staring at the cash – suspicious) What’s the deal?

Taylor: You put up a hundred bucks. You bite the mouthpiece and turn on the gas. You’re welcome to set the pressure anywhere you’re comfortable with so long as you don’t turn it off. If you can keep the mouthpiece in for a whole minute you win the cash.
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Brooklyn: You want me to breathe helium for a minute and I get a million bucks?

Taylor: Well, it’s not exactly helium, but you’re pretty much there.
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Brooklyn: And I can set the flow?

Taylor: So long as you don’t actually turn it off completely.
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Brooklyn: And after I win the million will you show me where you keep the dolls?

Taylor: I promise you, there are no dolls.
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Brooklyn: Yeah, right. Gimme the hose.

Taylor: (Handing Brooklyn the hose, she shouts over her shoulder) One minute, Charlie.
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Spruiker (off) Right you are – (shouts) Roll up, roll up and see the incredible inflatable woman as she balloons into the sky from this very site…(continues under)
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Brooklyn: No tricks? One minute and I get the cash?
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Taylor: It’s exactly as I explained. You bite on the mouthpiece, open the valve, infla…

Brooklyn: Yeah, yeah. Got your stopwatch ready? (she places the mouthpiece between her lips and reaches for the cylinder valve.)
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Taylor: Remember, you’re welcome to shut off the gas or spit out the mouthpiece anytime you’re ready, but if you don’t last the whole minute, your money is ours.
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Brooklyn: Mmmmph, mmmmurph mmphmph. (rolls her eyes as though Taylor were an idiot).

Taylor: Best of luck.
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(Brooklyn opens the valve, loud hissing. Her breasts start to inflate but she is too focussed on reducing the gas flow to notice. She gets it set so there’s just the faintest hiss audible before finding herself pushed away from the cylinder by her swelling chest)
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Brooklyn: (Muffled by the hose but still discernible) Oh my god. I’m blowing up like a balloon.
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Brooklyn: Just as you were told.
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(Brooklyn makes a show of trying to reach the valve but has trouble bending her arms which are starting to starfish out to her sides. Her legs also assume immovable poses.
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Taylor: Twenty seconds up. You’re doing well. Well on your way to being a millionaire.
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(Brooklyn tries to spit out the mouthpiece)
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Taylor: Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you dear. It’s all that’s holding you down.
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(Brooklyn looks startled. She tries to look down past her bloated balloon boobs and gasps. She starts to rise above Taylor, who reaches out and gives the nearest breast a friendly squeeze, allowing her fingers to form deep dents in the breast flesh)
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Taylor: Plenty of give left. You should be able to make it to the minute easy. Forty seconds already.
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(Shift to Brooklyn’s perspective – two growing balloon boobs fill the lower part of the frame. The hose disappears between them. The camera gradually rises and tilts downward till the hose is drawn. taut. Taylor stands by the cylinder gazing upward at Brooklyn’s inflation.)
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Brooklyn: Mmmph. You tricked me.

[pongo]

Taylor: No, I told you exactly how the operation worked and you took part of your own free will. Besides, it looks like you’re about to win the cash. Although your top’s looking a little on the strained side. It might pop off at any minute.
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(a button flies at Taylor and she dodges it neatly)
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Taylor: Unless you pop first. We’ve had a couple of accidents this year. Not to mention the girls who floated away when they were already at the cusp of popping. The drop in air pressure took up the last of their stretch as they rose. Bits of balloon everywhere. Fifty seconds.
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Brooklyn: Don’t wanna pop.

Taylor: Then you’d best stop inflating then, hadn’t you?
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Brooklyn: How?

Taylor: Just let go the hose.
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Brooklyn: But I’ll float away.
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Taylor: Fine. Hang onto the hose.
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Brooklyn: But I’ll blow up till I pop.
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Taylor: You’re not too bright, are you. (Flicks a finger nail against a breast, which now fills most of the available frame) Oohh. Drum tight. Not much give left in you, is there. Maybe you won’t make it to the minute after all.
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Brooklyn: Uggggh. (Mouthpiece drops into frame and the hose draws it quickly the top of the massive, tight cleavage filling the view. It lodges there, holding Brooklyn as a tethered balloon) You bitch. You evil cow. You wait till I get ahold of you.
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Taylor: Hey, you agreed to take part. No refunds and no prize. This was completely fair.
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Brooklyn: You think I’m worried about the money? You’ve turned me into a human balloon. All that’s holding me down is your stupid hose.
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Taylor: Oh yeah, better get that disinfected for the next customer. (she begins to tug on the hose, which disappears between the huge breasts.
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Brooklyn: No, wait. Please. Don’t…Please, tie me down. Catch my foot. Ooh, you bitch. (camera and boobs rise away from Taylor, who smiles and waves upward with the hose. Camera slowly tilts upward as the massive boobs draw Brooklyn skyward.
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Spruiker: (receding) There she goes, our latest aeronaut, drifting like a dandelion, floating like a feather, the living end in femininity and ponderous grace, a living, flying balloon.
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Irate female: (even further away) Bullshit, that’s just a blow up doll…

[smegman9]

Hehe i like. Not a clue how it could be filmed to show the person floating away thou. Probley need a green screen for that.

[globslob]

I always love pongo's scripts and this one didn't dissapoint!

[oem1000]

Hey I like it. Hey Mikey he likes it. I buy that for a Dollar!

[pongo]

Hehe i like. Not a clue how it could be filmed to show the person floating away thou. Probley need a green screen for that.


I figured this would be hard to film, that's why I made a note that the perspective shifts to Brooklyn's POV. Then you just need to mount the camera on a rope over a pully, stick some big balloons in front of the lens and pull on the free rope end. The camera would rise away from the ground, taking the viewer's POV with it while Taylor waves bye-bye.
I think the bigger challenge to filming this would be the dialogue. There's a lot of it.