Rance & Rancette: Rance's Fatal Mistake
Topic: Rance & Rancette
Notes from Rancette (sorry I have no administrative staff):

Annie said in my comments:
"Rance might get jealous if he has some competition."

You know, I should have thought of this sooner, Annie. You're a genius! Instead of moping about, begging Rance to pay me attention, I should devote my blog to other people and he could get jealous. However, I already had this installment of Rance & Rancette written, so going gaga for Quentin will have to wait.

FADE IN

INT. HOLLYWOOD MANSION

Lavish Hollywood party.  PUNCH BOWL BOY (who looks alarmingly like 
John, Rance & Rancette's waiter) is serving punch to the guests.

		PUNCH BOWL BOY
	Hi, how are you?

Hands her a cup of punch.

		RANCETTE
	I'm doing good, thanks.  I'm *BLEEP*.  What's your 
	name?

		PUNCH BOWL BOY
	*BLEEP*.

Rancette feels a shadowy figure behind her.  She turn around to find 
George Clooney checking her out.

		GEORGE
	Hello, beautiful.

		RANCETTE
	George, I always heard of what a ladies man you were, 
	but I never knew for sure until now.

		GEORGE
	What are you talking about?

Rancette blushes as George smiles a great big Clooney smile and 
looks right in her eyes.  

		RANCETTE
	Well, I uh...

They talk for a half hour.  Dialogue not posted for spacial limits.

The next day Rancette checks Rance's site as usual.  She is 
shocked to find his first post in over a week.  This post includes all the 
details of George & Rancette's conversation from the night before.  Worse 
yet, George/Rance reveals Rancette's professional name!

Rancette calls up several reporters who worked on reporting the initial 
"Who is Rance?" stories.  None of them believe that she knows George Clooney 
is Rance.  Rancette takes matters into her own hands.

INT. ANOTHER VERY SIMILAR HOLLYWOOD MANSION

Lavish, extravagant Hollywood party.  Pink and Britney Spears are 
here, among Scarlett Johansson and Jake Gyllenhaal.  Rancette is about 
to introduce herself to Jake (the moment she has been waiting for 
all her life)!  But George Clooney is here, she sees, as she 
looks past Jake.  George Clooney must be dealt with.

			RANCETTE
	               (to George)
	Why hello, again Clooney.  I bet you weren't expecting 
	to hear from me anytime soon.

			GEORGE
                 (putting on the charm)
	Oh, angel lips!  Great to see you baby doll.

			RANCETTE
	Cut it out, Rance.

A look of horror crosses George/Rance's face.

			RANCE
	Please don't tell anyone.

			RANCETTE
	That depends.

			RANCE
	On what?

			RANCETTE
	If you cooperate.

			RANCE
	I'm not going to pay you off...

			RANCETTE
	Well, you don't have to.  This is just about the right 
	time for your identity to be revealed anyway.

			RANCE
	How did you figure it out?  Are you Lora? Robyn?  
	Waxwing?  Is waxwing a girl?  A man?  Oh my go...

Rancette giggles.

			RANCETTE
	No, I'm not going to reveal my identity.  But 
	let's just say I'm on top of things.

			RANCE
	Wait, I know who you are.  You're that screenwriter.
	You're Rancette!

			RANCETTE
	W-Wait a minute, George.

			RANCE
	Two can play this game.

			RANCETTE
	I was kind of ticked off that you used my real 
	name in your post, Rance.

			RANCE
	I'm sorry.  

			RANCETTE
	Sorry's too bad.  There's only one way out of this 
	trap, Rance.  And guess what the price to pay is?

Rance winces.

			RANCE
	What?

			RANCETTE
	You post everyday on your blog, until you want me 
	to spill your identity to the world.

			RANCE
	Simple enough.  I can get Rubber Duckie to cover 
	Mondays and Wednesdays and Gus Openshaw to cover 
	Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I'll do Fridays.  Who can 
	do weekends?  You, Rancette??

			RANCETTE
	Although thrilled you finally offered your blog to 
	me, the answer is no.  No guest bloggers.  

			RANCE
	But that would be impossible!  I can't post everyday.  
	I don't have internet access on weekends!

			RANCETTE
	You're going to have to find a way, Rance.  Unless 
	you want your identity to be revealed to the world.

Rance suddenly starts posting everyday, much to the surprise of his fans.  
They all live happily ever after, except Gus Openshaw, Rocky, and 
Rubber Duckie, who wonder why they were suddenly cut out of being guest 
bloggists.

FADE OUT

THE END