INT. BEDROOM - DAY
We see at rest the great Dr. Lintson, world-renowned marine biologist. We pan down from a full shot of the sleeping scientist to a shot of his feet under the covers.
NARRATOR: (o.s.) We now bring you, live, to the bedroom of world-renowned marine biologist Dr. Lintson as he takes his afternoon nap. Dr. Lintson has a very busy schedule this afternoon, but, as a scientist, he knows the value of rest. If only his body were as smart as his mind.
Dr. Lintson’s right foot pops out from under the blanket. This is STINKY, his foot, and he has a drawn-on face that is very sad.
STINKY: *sigh*…Here I am, the pathetic right foot of world-renowned marine biologist Dr. Lintson, eking out my pointless existence moment by moment. Sure, I’m part of this big famous doctor, but who cares? This afternoon, Dr. Lintson is winning the Nobel Peace Prize for discovering how to train manatees to do our fighting for us instead of soldiers. He’s saved the lives of countless millions of people through his humble work as a marine biologist - he’s ended war forever, brought us world peace and prosperity, and boosted the manatee market through the roof, virtually ending poverty in several Third World countries. And I’ve walked with him every step of the way - but no one will ever care. *sigh*
Dr. Lintson’s left foot pops out from under the blanket. This is AGAPE. His face is very happy.
AGAPE: Hi, Stinky!
STINKY: Oh. Hello, Agape.
AGAPE: What’s the matter, buddy? You look sad.
STINKY: I always look sad.
AGAPE: That’s cause your face is drawn on. Maybe we could get old Lefty to draw you a happier face.
STINKY: I don’t need anyone to draw me a stupid face! I’ll draw it myself!
AGAPE: But, Stinky, you don’t have opposable thumbs. Only a hand can hold the pen. I could try to use my old Big Number One here, but a hand would be so much better at it than me.
STINKY: They’re better at everything! They’re the ones who help Dr. Lintson make all those great discoveries and save the world - while we just gag at ourselves inside his shoes all day.
AGAPE: Oh, Stinky, don’t talk like that.
STINKY: Well, what can I do, huh? NOTHING! ZIP! I’m not even hardly a sense organ, I convey absolutely no information about the outside world unless he steps on something painful. That’s the only time he ever notices either of us. When does the Doc ever just look down and say, "Thanks, Stinky, for being my foot"?
AGAPE: But Stinky, he doesn’t have to. You know you’re important even if he doesn’t notice.
STINKY: Really? HOW? I tell you, it’s enough to make you want to jump off a bridge.
AGAPE: But that’s just it - if you ever did, you would take him with you.
STINKY: So?
AGAPE: So you ARE important.
STINKY: Because I can drag him off a bridge?
AGAPE: No, because you - well, both of us, really - are how he gets anywhere. In a few moments, his alarm clock will go off, and he’ll rush off to receive one of the greatest prizes mankind can bestow. But HOW will he rush off, Stinky? If we suddenly weren’t here, he’d land on his ankles and fall flat on his face.
STINKY now turns slightly to reveal a small face drawn on the ankle.
SAM THE ANKLE: Hey, what are you trying to say?
AGAPE: Oh, Sam, don’t take that the wrong way. You’re important too. You see, as a saint once said, there is one body, but many members. If that is true about Christ and his Mystical Body, it’s true about everyone else’s bodies too.
STINKY: Wow, maybe I AM important after all.
AGAPE: We all are. Even one foot can make a difference.
STINKY: Thanks, Agape. Gee, I wish I could smile!!
AGAPE: Let’s get Lefty to draw you that new face!
The alarm clock/radio blasts into bluegrass music.
STINKY: Oh, I guess it’ll have to wait. Duty calls!!
AGAPE: On to glory!
FADE OUT:
