Next was a Dragnet parody by Bernhard Warg. He used a tape recorder on which he had recorded some previous lines and sound effects. It was very well done and perhaps the funniest thing he's done.

Bernhard Warg and Joe Foering perform a sketch written by Bernhard
in which he plays Peter Pan's neglected brother, Fred.

Then came my "Spy Skit." It turned out that my casting was perfect. Suzanne was just as wooden with her speaking lines as I'd intended the stage manager to be. The part where Bernhard (as the lighting technician) turned off the lights really worked well. Suzanne used my big silver flashlight, and the effect was superb. People actually laughed at the laugh lines, too. In fact, later on I was complimented on the sketch, which was something of a sketch about sketches. I'm surprised it went over so well — it's one of the few things that I wrote in high school which is actually good enough to be performed. Hearing people laugh at something which has only been words on a page for so long was really satisfying.

Holli and I did a quickie then, something she says she heard Cheech and Chong do. She kept demanding that I "sign the paper" and I kept saying that I couldn't. Then she asked me why I couldn't and I whined, "Because you've broken my hands!" Ha ha. That one didn't go over too well.

"I didn't write it!" I protested as I slunk off the stage.

"I didn't either," Holli added.

Steve Gradess took the stage next with a parody of "Fish License" called "Lady License." Cathy Nelson played the clerk, and Steve kept asking for a license for his pet lady. Then he admitted he had a pet boy, a pet old lady, and a pet baby. Instead of calling him a looney, Cathy called him a pig. At the end, he asked for a paper signed by the president of the MPS to the effect that he didn't need a lady license, and Mark obligingly came on and signed one.

I got up then and did "The Awards Sketch," the skit I'd written a couple years ago and printed in Completely Different. It went over really well — once more the amazing phenomenon occurred of people laughing at lines long dormant. The secondary punchline was a little obscured, though, because some people who weren't designated scufflers also jumped in and made it difficult for the guy who was supposed to wrestle the trophy away and say his last line.

For the next sketch, they actually stuck a chair on top of the wobbly table in the front of the room. Amazing that nobody lost an eye. Joe Foering and Bernhard Warg enacted the Last Supper sketch, as performed at Amnesty International's The Policeman's Biggest Ball.