Still unsure whether outsourcing ID card production is right for you? This script might be the most convincing thing you’ll ever read!
Characters:
- Bruce – The frazzled office manager
- Charlie – A quirky, flamboyant employee
- Barbara – A no-nonsense, stoic employee
- Andy – InstantCard representative, also an eccentric magician
Scene:
(Interior of an office. Bruce is wrestling with an oversized, steam-powered, ID card printing machine that’s groaning, spitting out sparks and occasionally small bursts of flame. Charlie and Barbara are nearby, with various IDs stuck to them.)
Bruce: (panting, trying to hold the machine together) I can’t… Can’t do this… ANYMORE!
Charlie: (dramatically peeling an ID off his forehead) But Bruce! The sweet harmony of creation! The enchantment of mechanical anarchy!
Barbara: (deadpan, pulling an ID from her hair) My ID picture looks like a Picasso painting of a walrus.
(Suddenly, a poof of smoke fills the scene. From it emerges Andy, the InstantCard rep. He’s dressed as a magician.)
Andy: (waving a wand) Fear not, good folks! For I have a solution!
Bruce: (squints through the smoke) Who on earth are you?
Andy: (bowing) I am Andy, the ID-card-alchemist from the magical land of InstantCard!
Charlie: (looking amazed) Alchemy? How glamorous!
Barbara: (flatly) Please tell me you’re not going to turn us into frogs.
Andy: (laughs) No, my dear, just the opposite. I am here to rescue you from your ID-card-crisis.
(Andy waves his wand, and an array of brilliantly printed ID cards float down from the ceiling like snowflakes.)
Bruce: (picking up an ID, surprised) My face… it’s not a steamed dumpling!
Andy: (grinning) InstantCard, my friends! Top-quality ID cards, magically convenient and customization-friendly, sent directly to your office.
Charlie: (gleefully) Can you make mine look like a dramatic gothic romance novel cover?
Andy: (nodding) With InstantCard, the possibilities are as boundless as your imagination!
Barbara: (looks at her new ID, showing rare surprise) I don’t look like a Picasso walrus. I look like… me.
Bruce: (sighs happily) Then it’s settled. Farewell, you colossal, steam-spitting beast!
(With a final puff of smoke, the monstrous machine vanishes, replaced by a gleaming InstantCard banner. Confetti rains down.)
End Scene
(They all cheer, and the office’s age-old printer is ceremoniously wheeled out, replaced by a gleaming InstantCard banner.)
End Scene