Concept
A boy is to clean his room - an order from the Leading House Officer: Mom. He gets an idea to do this using Cardistry. What unfolds are the workings of a true artist.
Sketch
In this world anyone can connect with anything. You can connect with the floor and fix it, or change its color. You can connect with the walls and modify them. You can connect with the earth and grow plants. Obviously, all of this is possible only if you have the necessary muscle trained to do so. Think of it as "Mana", or as "Spiritual Energy".
The sketch can begin with a voice over giving some information about the world (like I just did) and showing people and how they can modify walls, objects, etc.
NARRATOR
Today, we visit a boy I am very fond of.
EXTERIOR SHOT OF HOUSE.
We can see the boy in his room, through the window.
NARRATOR
And it seems like our boy is up to something.
The boy can be seen reading a letter from mom. The letter says, very harshly, that the boy should clean up his room before his Birthday Party or his mom won't allow his friends to come over.
The boy looks about the room. Clothes are in places that shouldn't be. His desk is flipped, in an attempt to recreate a scene from an action movie. All electronics are on top of the closet, to protect them from the dog. Unwashed dishes. Posters lying everywhere. Popcorn on the floor. Nachos in bed. It's a mess, you get the picture.
The boy starts cleaning the room with his hands, when he stumbles upon a deck of cards. That's when the idea hits him.
CLOSE-UP SHOTS of the boy plugging in the deck, arranging his chair, straightening the five hairs from his mustache.
Cardistry moves, cardistry moves, cardistry moves. In parallel we see objects from the room moving about and placing themselves in order, we see shoes walking up and down the walls, taking back their dirt-prints, violin playing in the background by itself - all of this controlled by the kid's cardistry.
During his performance, his mom is seen coming back home, going up the stairs, and when she opens the door, the boy turns around to find all of his friends with gifts in their arms and yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". The boy, disconnected from his fingers, makes a mistake and drops the deck on the floor. When this happens, a new mess is unleashed all around the room. To end it perfectly, I say do an homage to Buster Keaton and have the bunk-bed fall on its side, on top of the kid (missing him, the kid passing through the an opening). The kid smiles.
Mom doesn't.