Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Monday, March 27, 2017

My attempt at an Editing Room-style bit about The Santa Clause 3:

"Y'know, not long after Jack Frost was through here, everything started going all wacky."
"And this machinery looks like it's been frozen."
"You think we should tell Santa?"
"You're right. I'm sure it's probably nothing."



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