User:Owenandheatherfan/Owen (TDRR)

 Audition As the camera opens, revealing a grassy area outside with hundreds of cinnamon buns in one large pile. A a chubby young boy with dirty blonde hair then comes into focus. The boy then loudly cheers. "What's happening! My name is Owen, everybody, check this out." The boy then shoves the cinnamon buns into his large mouth, and begins violently chewing them. He completely devours the entire pile, and finishes just in time as a timer off-screen goes off. The boy then farts loudly, and subsequently giggles. "Oops." "Hem, hem." The camera then pans to an ever fatter woman, smiling with high-spirits. "I think our little boy should be picked for Camp Drama because —" A slow, long fart then squeaks out off-screen. Owen's mother stops talking, then clears her throat and begins again. "Like I said, our little Owen is so nice... he's just a ball of energy and he's also so full of life and—" Then, an excruciating fart pops out of Owen once more, causing a sleeping dog next to them to wake up abruptly and bark at the camera multiple times. The dog then stops once he smells the air and instead covers up his nose with his paws. Owen blushes. "Sorry about that everyone, I didn't think it would be so bad." "Oh Owen," his mother sighs.

 Confessional The confessional box opens, and a large young boy stands in it. "Listen up, everyone, I think it's so awesome to be here! The people in my cabin seem so nice, like that kid Noah, he's just swirling with positive energy!" The boy nods his head. "I think the ladies are good-looking too, glad we don't have to share a cabin with them, though. Yeah, that would suck!" The boy stops himself for a moment. "I mean, wait, no, it's just that the guys are good-looking right and—" The boy facepalms. "I mean no, it's just that the girly girls talk about all their girly stuff right? Make-up and what, something about a period? I don't know why they're talking about punctuation but I don't wanna know." The boy nods his head once more. "Yeah, guys are way more comfortable to be around!" The boy sighs. "Forget about it." "My name is Owen anyways," he says. "You know, I've always wanted to go to summer camp! I mean, free food - who doesn't want to go? Am I right? Am I right?" "I hope people don't think I'm annoying! But why would they?" The young boy then farts loudly and giggles. Someone then proceeds to knock on the door. "Is anyone in there— oh gosh, ew, what died in there?"