(At the Off-Ramp Broadway Theater)
Man: ♪We drink, we loot, we r*pe, we shoot ♪
Different man: ♪We sing, we dance, we twirl, we prance ♪
Performers/audience: ♪ we're the pirates of panache ♪
♪ panache ♪
THE NEXT DAY . . .
Mort came in as everyone was doing there own thing.
Mort: Linda, tell me everything.
Linda: Oh, Mort, I'm telling you, to be in dinner theater... if I could do my life over again, oh, if I could just have one chance...
Bob: You'd do that?
Linda: Yeah.
Bob: Linda, what are you talking about? You've got a great life.
You work in a restaurant. You get to feed the world, right?
Linda: (mumbles) Right.
Bob: There was someone in here from Canada last week, remember, and we learned all about that country.
Linda: (mumbles) It's great.
Louise: (Deep voice) I hate that country.
Mort: You know, Linda, you've got the dinner part already. You know what that means.
You're halfway to doing...
Linda: Yeah?
Mort: Your own...
Linda: Say it. Yeah.
Linda: Say it. What?! What?!!
Mort: Dinner theater! Your very own dinner theater!!
Linda: Dinner theater. Yes! Yeah!
Gene: Yay! Why are we excited?
Bob: Hamburger dinner theater?
Linda: Oh, come on, Bobby?
We work hard every day to make your dream come true. Why can't we do my dream, too?
Bob: About how long do you think your dream will take, like an hour, hour and a half?
Linda: You crazy? It's got to be at least a 3-week engagement.
Bob: 3 weeks? How about 3 days?
Linda: All right. 🙂 We'll take it. Ha ha!
This is gonna be wonderful!
Gene: What's the show gonna be?
Linda: Ah, murder. Murder-Mystery.
Bob: Ach.
Louise: How about mass murder mystery?
Linda: Ok. Sure.
Mort: And a musical?
Linda: Of course.
Tina: Can it also be a love story?
Linda: Aw, a mass murder mystery musical love story set in...
Louise: nazi Germany.
Gene: Oh, in Montreal.
Louise: Enough with Canada!
Tina: In a ketchup factory, a sexy ketchup factory?
Bob: 🤨
Linda: 🙂
Tanner: 🤨
Louise: 🙂
Gene: 🙂
Tina: (squeezes empty ketchup bottle slowly)
Tanner: How about some place death related?
Mort: I got it! In a morgue!
I have props.
Bob: Oh, come on.
Linda: Yes. Yes! Mort, that's it!
We'll call it "Dreamatorium".
Bob: Really?
Linda: ♪ Dreamatorium! It's a Dreamatorium ♪
Bob: Ugh.
Linda: ♪ Bom bomp ♪
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Linda: Look at this set. Am I in a morgue? Oh, it feels like I am.
I am just so happy we've all been bitten by the dinner theater bug.
Now, Gene, you're on sound effects, naturally.
Gene presses a button on his keyboard.
Gene's voice: Aah!
Gene: Ominous.
Linda: Chills. Oh.
Remember, every character gets some intro and outro music.
Gene: You got it. (plays "Mysterioso pizzicato")
Bob: Don't.
Don't score me.
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Male OC x Louise Belcher | A Bob's Burgers Fanfic
HumorTanner Sterling -- a young boy who looks a bit older for his age (13), who's also experienced at the great outdoors, and pretty much anything physical left home to become a explore. When he returned, everything he loved, and cared for was gone. Join...
Hamburger Dinner Theater
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