PATT MORRISON

Ho-ney, I'm ho-ome ...

The Rocky and Chelly show -- L.A. is laughing till it cries.

AND NOW IT'S time for another episode of "I Love Chelly," about that wacky, lovable brunette who's married to a handsome, up-and-coming city attorney who wants to make it big in politics.



The front door opens in a house somewhere in Windsor Village.

Rocky: Chel-ly! I'm ho-ome! I saw the Yukon out front — somebody must have smashed into the back of it while it was just parked there! And they didn't even leave a note! Some people have absolutely no respect for the law!

Chelly: Ehhhhh … .

Rocky: What's the matter, honey?

Chelly: Uh, Rocky … ? Darling … ? I … I … I …

Rocky: Yes?

Chelly: I did it.

Rocky: You did it? That's an official city vehicle!

Chelly: Well, I had to get to the doctor's office, didn't I? I was backing up, and all of a sudden there was this pole…. And you know what a terrible driver I am. Little ol' me, driving that big old SUV? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha?

Rocky: Well … I guess I can take it to the official city garage — they can afford to fix it better than we can.

Chelly: Oh honey. Let me give you a great big official city kiss!

(Laughter, applause, fade-out.)



At City Hall, Rocky's phone rings.

Rocky: Hello? Chelly? I can barely hear you — where are you? What's all that commotion?

Chelly: Oh, it's that Paris Hilton — there's a whole lot of photographers waiting for her down here at the police station.

Rocky: The police station? You're at the police station?

Chelly: Now, don't say it like that. It's just a little mix-up. I forgot to fill out some forms, that's all.

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