Come on, you guys. What say we just forget all this nonsense about going on strike and sleeping during the day? Huh?

Hey Rob, you might be getting enough shut-eye each night but I'm not. I just can't be funny when I'm up half the night.

What's your story, Sally?

Rob, I know I'm a single girl and all, but I still don't get enough sleep these days. My cat pesters me continuously.

Then why don't you put his frame out? That would be the day when I let a cat ruin my sleep!

Rob, you know I couldn't put my little Mr. Katz out in the cold! I just couldn't!

Buddy, what keeps you up?

Ah, ah, well, Pickles reads a lot at night. With that light glaring in my eyes, I just can't get any quality sleep time.

Now listen, both of you. This thing about wanting to be able to sleep during the workday is ridiculous! Alan will never go along. How `bout a compromise?

What kind of compromise, Rob?

What about we let you sleep while you're in the restroom while you might be incapacitated anyway?

SALLY TURNS TO BUDDY.

Come on, Buddy! Let's go on strike.

(beat)

Rob, are you serious?

Well, yeah, I was. Kind of. Why don't we try another approach? What if I got Bill, the staff shrink, to come over and hypnotize you into thinking you are not tired? Huh? Good idea?

No. Not a good idea.

Ok. Ok. Hit the road! Both of you! Get! Who needs you? I can write this show all by myself.

BUDDY AND SALLY SNATCH UP THEIR THINGS AND STORM OUT, SLAMMING THE DOOR AFTER THEM.

ROB SITS THERE, WITH A BLANK STARE. HE DOESN'T BELIEVE THAT HE'S LEFT ALONE. MEL COMES IN.

Hi, Rob. Where are your partners in crime?

Mel, they went out on strike. I'm all that's left. What do you need?

Well, in that case, here! Here is the script you delivered to Alan last night. He hated it. You have to write a new one now. Today. Just have it on his desk tomorrow morning.

Mel, I can't possibly write a whole script in one day all by myself.

Rob, that's why we pay you the big bucks. Now I suggest get to work.

MEL HAS NO SOONER SHUT THE DOOR WHEN HE HEARS A BANG! HE RUSHES BACK INTO ROB'S OFFICE.

ROB? ROB? What happened? Was that a gun shot?

No, I accidentally set off one of Buddy's boobie traps here in the desk.

Oh. Well, carry on.