Olive You comic Script
The day is Tuesday, and also Olive’s only sort-of free day. Olive doesn’t have class until 7pm on Tuesdays, so she purposely left Tuesday mornings free for errands- laundry, groceries, and other adult stuff. However, this Tuesday is different. This Tuesday The Boss at Big Corporate Ice Cream has called her into work because they’re understaffed. Of course they’re understaffed. Ever since the digital takeover, Olive is the only human being other than Boss that still works at the ice cream. The thing is, her job there isn’t even to serve ice cream. Her job there is to maintain the computers that do the actual serving of the ice cream.
The first thing Olive does each morning, after she turns off her alarm of, course, is to check her phone for notifications. On a regular morning, there is the typical daily spam emails, a text from her best friend Rae, and a reminder for some bill that is due. This morning is different, there is actually a missed called from Big Corporate Ice Cream with a voice mail from Boss.
The alarmingly urgent looking voicemail from Boss waiting for her:
“Good morning, Olive. It is Tuesday morning at 9 a.m. I am calling because I need you to come into work today. The computers are malfunctioning and we are a little understaffed at the moment.”
Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Olive mumbles to herself as she begrudgingly gets ready for work on her day off:
“Of course, you’re understaffed. You have no staff! I’m the only person that works there!!”
Olive gets ready for work. Typically, to work in food service, the employees have to wear hats for sanitation reasons, but because she doesn’t actually come in contact with the food and her hair is way too big to fit in a hat, Boss has granted her permission to wear a visor. Accompany the visor is a baseball tee with bright pink sleeves and a lighter pink body with an ice cream logo in the front, and also a name tag so people don’t confuse her for an ice cream scooper (she’s just the IT person at BCIC).
All dressed, Olive leaves for work. Olive doesn’t generally bring her backpack to work because she lives within walking distance, but she brought it today so she doesn’t have to run home before going to class.
Olive arrives at work. BCIC is a huge factory-like establishment. It started off as a small home made ice cream shop, but has grown exponentially throughout the years. With the growth of technology, Ice Cream Shop has evolved into Big Corporate Ice Cream.
Olive arrives at work with a whole list of computers that need to be fixed. It’s amazing how often they need to be checked on. And she’s also annoyed that she is the only IT personnel on staff. There are too many computers and too many problems for her to be doing this all alone. But, Boss would never approve a second IT personnel. “It cuts into the profit”.
Not long after Olive starts working, a former customer walks up to Olive and greets her:
“Hey, Olive! How are you?! Where is Vic and everyone else? I need to order some ice cream.”
Working in retail, Olive sees hundreds of people per day and has greeted a hundred times that in her time working at BCIC. So, naturally she doesn’t recognize this man, but he obviously recognizes her.. (awkward). So she takes the appropriate reaction by responding awkwardly:
Face distorted with discomfort “HEY… you.” *flicks the finger-gun gesture as she responds*
Reverts back to normal: “Uhm, Boss fired Vic and everyone after The Digital Takeover a little while back. NOW you order your ice cream from the computers you see here…”
The customer’s eyes widen in shock and confusion:
Olive, bored with the question because it’s been asked by literally everyone since the transition:
“Yea. we replaced REAL people employees, with the brand new SHINY digital employees. You press a couple of buttons on the screen, wait a few minutes, and miraculously an ice cream cone appears from who knows where”
Brows furrowed with confusion, the plain faced customer leaves to order his ice cream from the computer, leaving Olive peacefully back to her work.
Olive is busy slaving away at all the computers that need maintaining. She is working so fast and efficiently that it appears as though there are multiple Olives working at the same time. Just as she was starting to get into the zone.. :
I NEEEEED HELLLLLP.
Olive sighs, and reluctantly makes her way over to the source of the whining. She enters into a new panel to a woman tapping away ferociously at a blank computer screen:
O: “Hey ma’am. Is everything okay?”
Triggered by this question, the customer starts spewing out questions one after another without giving Olive a chance to even answer them
“WHY ISN’T THE COMPUTER GIVING ME ICE CREAM?
WHERE IS THE ICE CREAM?
WHY ISN’T IT LET ME ORDER?
I JUST CAME TO GET SOME ICE CREAM.
DO YOU NOT WANT MY BUSINESS?”
O: “Ma’am. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems as though this computer screen is temporarily malfunctioning. If you like, we have like twenty other computer screens that would be more than happy to take your order”
“THIS IS SUCH AN INCONVENIENCE TO ME! I would like to speak with the manager.”
O: “The manager is currently busy at the moment. If you’d like I could take a message and pass it along to him.”
“NO IT’S FINE. BUT JUST KNOW I WILL BE WRITING A REVIEW ABOUT THIS!”
The complain-y customer moves along to the next computer screen. Despite her threats of taking her business elsewhere, she will still continue to get her ice cream from BCIC. (Because they have the freshest ice cream you will ever eat!)
After the customer leaves, Olive shifts her attention to the malfunctioning screen. Olive spends some time working on it, but does not make any progress. It is still broken. Out of ideas, Olive decides to call a third party IT company.
Olive pulls out her phone to look up the closest IT company with the fastest response time, the Super Nerdy IT Fixer Uppers.
And we wait. Fastest response time doesn’t always mean the fastest arrival time.
The IT guy arrives, and Olives is unimpressed by the guy’s lackluster appearance and mannerism. Where is the professionalism? Olive brings him to the screen in question.
SNITFU: Oh hey! It looks like there is something wrong with your monitor
O: No BUTT!! That’s why I called you here.
The SNITFU examines the monitor for some time, often referring to his own laptop “Googling” for the results. Every so often, Olive catches the guy checking his phone for personal texts and phone calls.
SNITFU: Welp, I have no idea what the problem is, and I’ve checked like EVERY single forum there is out there. BUT I did find this wire that goes into the wall and just disappears. Seeing as I have no access back there, I can’t tell if that is the problem. Oh, and “Google” also does not have a forum for the mysterious~ wire.
O: Thanks~ for your not-help
SNITFU: You’re super-nerdy welcome! Here is your bill!
The mysteriously angry voice came out of nowhere. But, Olive knows that this is not going to end well.
Face bright-red flushed with a sudden rush of blood. Features distorted with anger and dismay. Finger pointing down at at Olive as he overlooks her with mighty authority:
Boss: What is this I hear about a bill??
O: Well, Da-Boss this monitor was broken and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. And Vic isn’t here to help, so I had to call someone else in.
B.: Don’t you think you should’ve asked me before you called someone in to look at it?
O: I would’ve asked but you were nowhere to be found-
B.: “NOWHERE TO BE FOUND?!” I am always, ALWAYS, in my office. You can ALWAYS find me there. Next time you decide to make a decision that costs the company money, you better ask first, young lady. I am still the owner of this company and will be for a long time to come, and you need to know your place first. And in regards to Vic, we had an understanding when I relieved him of his managerial position up here.
Boss slowly descends the stairs as he is finishing giving Olive a lecture.
O: Well, whatever the fixer upper didn’t find the problem. And it’s not like you’re paying anyone else around here anymore. I don’t see what the big deal is. Would you rather have broken equipment?
B.: I am currently not taking suggestions on the way I run this business. When it is your time you can make those decisions.
O: I guess we will cross that bridge when we get there. In the mean time I am just go find where the mysterious wire leads. It looks like behind this wall?
B.: Just figure out what the issue is. And do not call another third party company. And do NOT go behind the wall or the basement.
O: Wait. Why can’t I go in the basement? What’s down there?
B.: Nothing. You can fix the wring without going down. Just do it, and do it fast.
O: Why can’t you tell me what’s down there?
T.B.: It’s not time for you to know.
O: I can never ask question. You never tell me the deet. You didn’t give me a legit answer for firing Vic and now the secret basement? Why can’t you just be open for once?
B.: You will know when it’s time for you to know. Now. That is the last on the subject. I am going back to work in my office. Fix the monitor. And don’t go in the basement.
When someone tells Olive not to something, she can’t help herself but to do the thing that they don’t want her to do.
O: Pffft Butt that. I’m going to the basement.
As soon as Boss closes the office door behind him, Olive’s face contorts with mischief as she plans her adventures to the basement.
Olive starts packing a bag full of supplies that she thinks she might need for her trip to the basement. In fear of not having enough supplies and having to run back up and getting caught by Boss, Olive over packs a little.
O: *mumbling to herself as she packs* Pfft! What’s his deal? What’s even down there? Why is he always so secretive? He’s always like this c’mon, Olive! *puts her finger up to nose to imitate his mustache* Don’t go in the basement. Merh. Merh. Merh.
Filled with suspense, Olive heads to the basement door. It’s a magnificent door, sturdy and strong with a big “DO NOT ENTER” sign in the front. Funny enough the door is secured with an electronic combination lock, which Olive can crack in a matter of seconds given her computer science background.
Sheepishly studying the lock:
O: An electronic combination lock?! Now, how will ever I get in?
Olive enters the door and is immediately relieved that she remembered to pack a flashlight. It is pitch black behind the door, and the only thing Olive can see are stairs in front of her. However, when she flashed the light in front of her there is nothing to be seen except for infinite darkness. She musters up as much courage as she can and starts descending the stairs.
Olive walked, and walked, and walked. The stairs seem to go on forever, and she starts to doubt whether there is an end to these stairs.
“Maybe I should go back? Maybe there isn’t even anything down here. He’s probably making a big deal outta nothing as usual- oooof”
Expecting a step where there isn’t, Olive is surprised by the sudden stop. In front of her is a faint outline of what appears to a door.
“So, I entered a room of stairs to end up in front of a door. Interesting.”
Olive opens the door, and is suddenly blinded by the brightness on the other side. It takes awhile for her eyes to adjust, but when it does, she is overwhelmed with astonishment.
The basement is a magical place! There is a farm down there with cows. Lots and lots of cows. However, they’re not ordinary cows. There are big fluffy cows of all different colors, brown, green, pink. Olive cannot believe her eyes. On the outskirts of the farm, there are what appears to be greenhouses and a shed. Olive can’t see what is growing inside the greenhouses, but she can’t wait to find out. There is also a barn down there. But, it’s not a typical barn, because there is a huge monitor on the front of the barn. It doesn’t say anything at the moment, but it looks similar to the ones at the ice cream shop.
Olive makes her way over to the cows, she really wants to pet one and be their friends.
“Do you wanna be friends?”
The cow lets Olive pet her, but is skeptical about whether or not she wants to be friends with Olive. Olive notices that there are buckets all over the place with different types of foods in them, strawberries, mint, chocolate, and so on. Olive picks up a handful of strawberries and tries to feed the closest cow to her. Olive brings the handful of strawberries up to the green cow’s mouth, but the cow flicks her head away, refusing the treat.
“C’mon, guy. You don’t want strawberries?”
The cow ignores Olive’s hand, and from nowhere comes a voice:
“MINTY-MINTY DOESN’T EAT STRAWBERRIES!!”
O: VIC! OMG! IT’S VIC. VIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHAT IS HERE? HERE? WHAT? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? COW!! WHY ARE THERE COWS DOWN HERE? HOW ARE THERE COWS DOWN THERE? AND THE COWS ARE DIFFERENT COLORS? WHY? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHY WON’T THE COWS EAT? OH! Hey Vic! What’s up? How are you? Where’ve you been? COWS! Also, why are you dressed in winter clothes? But, whoa I just realized it’s so cold down here. Why? Is that also why the cows have such thick fur? Because it’s so cold down here?
Vic waits patiently as Olive finishes spewing her questions at him. He forgot how excitable Olive can be. Once Olive has had a chance to calm down and Vic was able to process through all of Olive’s questions he begins to explain to here where The Farm is.
V: So, this is The Farm. It is a farm.. as you can see.
O: The Faaaaaarmmmmmmm?
V: Yes. The Farm was established after the digital takeover. Business was doing bad. There was too much competition out there, Big Corporate Ice Cream was losing much of its business to other ice cream shops. Boss suspected that he was losing to the newer and hipper ice cream shops. He also felt that he was losing morale in his employees and they didn’t care as much as they used to, therefore causing a loss in profits. So, to save his company, he felt like his only option was to go completely digital, to take the human-error factor out. Cutting out the labor force meant that he didn’t have to distribute paychecks. And also, by using these computers, the serving size was always precise reducing food waste and over-serving, there aren’t mistakes made during food preparation with the computers. Also, the computers are programmed to complete tasks on time and in a timely manner.
Then, he turned the basement into this farm, so that he can keep cows on sight to produce the freshest milk for the ice cream. There is a reason why BCIC’s ice cream is the best and most coveted now. That is that the products are completely natural. I mean, it’s not healthy for you because its ice cream, but people will feel good eating it because at least better than the next best thing. Boss keeps the cows on sight so that he will have the FRESHEST ice cream. The product doesn’t have to travel from the manufacturer to us. It literally just shoots up from here and it is served to the customers. They are produced when ordered, so there is no chance of the ice cream ever expiring. Again, reducing waste.
As you’ve noticed, there is a variety of cows down there. Yes, that is because for each ice cream flavor there is, a particular cow that produces the milk. Each cow is a specific color that corresponds with their particular flavor: pink is strawberry, brown is chocolate, white is vanilla, green is mint, and so on. And each cow has a specific diet. Minty-Minty eats mint. Chocolat eats chocolate. Strawbrrrrr-y eats strawberry. This is to prevent cross-contamination, but also we found that by keeping the cows on a diet like this, the milk they produce is more flavorful giving the ice cream its rich flavor.
When a customer orders an ice cream, the flavor that the customer wants flashes on that big monitor you see on the barn. The cows are trained to recognize and respond when their flavor is called. Inside the barn, the cows are milked at the milking station. The milk is extracted from the cow with love and care, of course, and always to the exact amount necessary, preventing waste. Once the milk is extracted, they will go through the fast freeze machine. Fast freeze dat milk, u’kno. Anyways this process also ensures that there will be no ice crystals or freezer bite in the ice cream. It also reduces the amount of air that gets into the ice cream, allowing the ice cream frozen much longer. And once its nice and pretty, it gets sent up to the customers.
We also grow all of the cows food down here in the basement farm. You see those greenhouses there? Each greenhouse houses its own crop. Again we keep everything separate so there is no cross contamination. But we also do this so to make sure that the cows foods are completely natural as well. We need to know what is feeding the food that we are feeding to the food.
But, basically I am the you of the farm. My primary job here is to take care of the computers that run this place. The cows are taken care of and even groomed by the computers. The crops are harvested by the computers. There is even an automated system that cleans this place. Even their poop has a purpose here! I live in the shed down over there. I mean you know me. I used to be late all the time, so Boss put me down here so that if there is ever an iss—
Coming from out of the panel:
Filled with anxiety Olive and Vic whip their heads around.
V: Oh scoops! The COWS!!
O: Oh BUTTS! What happened?!
The two rush over to the pasture to check on the babies.
V: Chocolat! What’s wrong dude?! Are you okay?
C: *weakl* Moo~
V: This is bad, Ol. I have to call Boss.
O: Noooooo. He doesn’t know I’m down here, man.
V: Okay, dude. Go hide first.
Vic waits for Olive to hide before calling up to Boss.
V: Hey Boss, one of the Chocolat is sick and I don’t know what to do, dude!
Boss’ face lined with distraught as he hears the news from Vic.
B: Chocolat is sick? Okay I will be right down.
Within minutes of hanging up the phone, Boss is in the Basement Farm. Olive is amazed by how fast he got there.
O: How did he get down here so fast?
Eyebrows furrowed, voice shaking with worry, Boss walks up to Vic and the sick Chocolat.
B: What happened here?! Why is she sick? Did you feed her something bad?
V: No, man. She only eats chocolate. What do we do? What if she doesn’t get better? Are we gonna have to call a doctor down here?
B: No, Vic. We CANNOT call a doctor down here. And calm down. Now is not the time to be panicking. Go get some hot water and a towel.
V: Okay. Okay. B.R.B, man.
Vic runs off to go grab some hot water and towers, leaving Boss alone with the cows. Olive still hiding in a bush a few yards away, is interested to see how Boss interacts with the Chocolat. She is carefully observing him, and she is surprised to see how tender and gentle he is with her. Boss is comforting Chocolat so tenderly and is nurturing with Chocolat in a way that he is never with her.
Vic rushes back to Chocolat and Boss with the bucket of hot water and towels, spilling water everywhere along the way.
V: Here you go, dude. Hot water and towels.
B: *sigh” Stop calling me “dude”. Okay, now hold her head steady. Put the hot towel on her head. I will feed her some wa- WHOA BUTT! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?
Vic and Boss are both shocked by what just happened. It appears as though Chocolat was actually pregnant, and she just had a baby calf!
V: Whoa, man! It’s a kiddie-sized Chocolat. Awwww
B: Chocolat was pregnant and you didn’t know? Vic. You have to stay on top of it.
The cute little baby chocolate calf comes up and nudges the Boss’ hand, and his face immediately lights up with love and tenderness.
B: Well, hey there little guy. How are you?
Boss is playing with the baby calf, and really enjoying himself as he does so. He is smiling, laughing, and jumping around with her.
B: You are just the sweetest little girl.
Hearing Boss say this, Olive loses control of her emotions.
O: WHAT THE BUTT, DAD?!
B: Olive?! What are you doing down here? I thought I specifically told you not to come down here?!
O: Yea, I didn’t listen to you. BUT that’s not the problem here. Dad, why are you being so nice and loving to the calf?
B: Olive, what are you talking about?
O: The calf, Dad. You are being so nice to her. And so playful. And nice. And warm. And loving.
B: Because she’s a baby? I still don’t know what you are talking about Olive. You aren’t making sense. And I am still furious that you came down here without my permission.
O: Really? You don’t see the problem here? You seriously don’t see why I am so upset?
B: If I am being honest, no.
O: Dad. All my life growing up, you’ve been so distant and cold to me. And no matter how hard I tried to have conversation with you, you never reciprocate. You were always so wrapped up in this company that you never made any time for me. I first came to work here, so that I could be closer to you, and hoping that if we had in common, you would be more open with me. But, I am only staying here now because it is the only place that will hire me for a computer tech-y position. And VIc? Vic is here? If you didn’t fire Vic why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t you just tell me about the farm? And Vic? And the cows?
V: Well, Olive I’m sorry that you feel that way. I never realized.
I was always really focused on the company because I wanted to grow up feeling safe and secure. And I want you to know that part of the reason for the digital takeover is that, even if you couldn’t get your dream job in Computer Tech, this could always be your back-up. It’s not the most ideal, but at least you would be doing something that is relative to your field.
As far as Vic and the Basement farm I couldn’t tell you because I wanted to keep you safe. With the sudden success of BCIC, there were a lot of threats coming in, and I couldn’t having the company secret leaking out or there be a suspicion of a secret. So, to keep you safe I had to keep you in the dark.
I’m sorry I’ve been so negligent to you Olive. I wish I had known, and taken the time to be open to you and listened to you more.
Olive is having trouble processing through all of her emotion right now – she is overcome with emotion and is trying with all her might not to shed a tear.
Olive and Boss got so caught up in their conversation that they completely forgot that Vic is down here with him. Vic’s stares blankly at the baby calf, and trying really hard not to listen. Awkwardly to segue the conversation in a different direction.
“So, guys. What do you wanna name our new baby calf?”
Olive You is something that I have been working for some time before I started the MFA Design and Technology program. As my Major Studio 1 project, I thought I would expand on the initial storyline and to create a complete and tangible piece. Through the course of producing this comic, I learned a lot about story writing, comic book design, book binding, and much more. One of the toughest things in creating this comic book for me was trying to write the story itself, and trying to fit all of the information and plot lines I was thinking about into one comic book.
I feel satisfied in completing this comic book. I really feel I learned a lot from creating this piece, not only in story writing, but also just the amount of work that goes into printing physical books. There are a few paths I can take in taking this project further, I got some really good feedback in that regard in my final review. In going further, I think I will have to do some more research for the next best step before I proceed.