Oh you guys this is so much fun! Normally my work is much more serious but this is a nice break. Camcam, I'll certainly try to find a place for your pleo. Here's the latest installment. Redwoods may need to help me out a little here. I knew she had a large dog but wasn't sure of the breed. I didn't know it's name so... aham- additional edit. I may have to modify this post once I find out and- of course- if this thing doesn't fit. I'll try very hard to stay at four pages from now on.
Tales from the Broken Pleo Bin
Episode Two
Our scene is a dark parking garage. We see the man carrying the crate as he lowers it into the bed of his truck. He looks in at its contents and smiles slightly.
Man- I feel really stupid talking to my work but you look kind of… scared in a frozen sort of way. I shouldn’t even be trying this but here’s the truth. You were going to be food for Mr. Shredder but… *he sighs* well… I have… an idea.
Scar- (snarling) Will you stop saying that already? I’m not a fan of suspense.
Cut to highway. The truck is whizzing along. Angel is perched on Scar’s back with her nose against the wire of the crate- Weeeeeeeeee! So this is what it’s like to fly! I’m queen of the worrrrrrrld!
Scar- Ooooh! You could stand to lose a few ounces, your Highness.
*Sound* Boom!
Without warning the truck suddenly lurches to one side, skidding into a lane of oncoming traffic. The crate slams hard against the side of the truck and one side splinters open.
Cut briefly inside to man- What the…? A blowout not a blowout not here!
A large truck blows its horn as it blooms into the windshield. The man turns sharply to avoid it as he tries to get out of traffic slamming the crate against the side of the truck again. Angel falls off Scar’s back and Droopy and Scar tumble forward toward the gaping hole which is nearly level with the open side of the truck bed.
Skittle and Angel- Droopy! Scar!
Scar and Droopy scramble frantically to keep from falling. As Droopy staggers for purchase, he knocks Scar back into the truck bed but looses his grip.
Scar- inwardly- What? Why did you rescue me you big sap? Why didn’t you save yourself?
All pleos- Droopyyyyy!
Slow motion shot of droopy spinning through the air, head swinging crazily before slamming into the shoulder of the road and rolling to a stop in very tall grass.
Droopy- Blinking frantically and kicking until he somehow rolls to his feet- Hello? Helloooooooooo?
Skittle! Scar! Angel? (Feels around in the grass with his front feet)- I’m alone. I’m… alone. What do I do? I’ll call for help. Someone should hear me.
Droopy starts howling. He gets no response.
Droopy- What do I do now? I must be the most unlucky pleo ever made. Four owners and… Huh?
*Sounds* Wheeeer! We see a huge black bird diving toward him.
Droopy- What’s that? It sounds mean- like it wants to eat me. Oh come on, Droopy you’re not edible, are you?
*Sounds*- Rustling wings.
Droopy- Bird! Big big big bird and this one does not sound like the friendly yellow one on Sam’s TV.
*Sounds* Bird- wheeeer!
Droopy- Okay, Droopy. You’re a big Camerasaurus and something’s trying to eat you.
Just as the bird dives, Droopy suddenly flings himself onto his side. Droopy- Tiger roar where’s the tiger roar? Come on which file is the tiger roar. Yes got it!
Bird- scooping air- Raaaah?
Sounds- Rustling wings as it flies off.
Droopy- Hey. Why don’t I feel talons? Wait a minute. It’s leaving. It’s leaving! Oh I feel so biiiig! He starts howling again and unexpectedly gets an answer.
Droopy- Shuddering- Uh-oh. What now? Droopy you have to remember. You have to remember what it was like to see and how things looked. You have to… you have to find your way to… somewhere safe before… before whatever those things are find you. Droopy trundles along through the grass.
Our scene shifts to a small pack of stray dogs sitting in a half circle, ears cocked and listening.
Big-brown-dog- Yo homes, what’s that?
Big-fluffy-dog- No idear, Pardner but it sounds like supper tah me.
Big-brown-dog- I’m down with that. It’s been a minute since we had some real grub. Come on. Let’s go see what it is.
Dignified-German-shepherd (only one of the bunch who is wearing a collar)- Yeah. Let’s find it. The nose knows, you guys. Follow me.
Small-skinny-scruffy-mutt- Yeah yeah yeah. Find it yeah yeah. *Sniffs excitedly and circles submissively around the others. They all move off stealthily in the German Shepherd’s wake.
Droopy stumbles into a large rock- Owwwwwww! That hurrrrt! What is this place?
The dogs all stop, heads and ears up. Big-brown-dog- Yeah. Keep makin’ noise. We’re on to you now. Your time just ran out.
Big-fluffy-dog *vibrating with growls and with lips drawn back*- Sounds like a nice juicy rabbit caught in a trap- my kind of eatin’.
Big-brown-dog- affectionately nuzzling the little skinny mutt- Grubbals? You’ve been looking to join our pack for some time now.
Grubbals- looking scared. Yayayayaeah, Gangsta? Yeah yeah yeah.
Gangsta- So? Whacha waiting for? Go make your first kill. Oh and it has to be dead for it to count. Otherwise.
Gangsta- looks at his companions who growl and circle Grubbals hungrily- You get the picture, walking rug?
Grubbals cowers- Yah yeah, Gangsta, yeah yeah.
Cut to droopy who is stumbling along over the uneven terrain with Grubbals gaining on him- Gottagogottagogottago gotta keep going! Keep going keep going keep going. Oh and I’ve got a green battery too. This is not good! I hear those things! They’re hunting me and they want to…
Grubbals- *running up behind Droopy and grabbing him by the tail*- Got’em! Rrrrrrrah ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Rararuff!
Dignified-German-shepherd looking annoyed- Don’t let go you bone-head!
Grubbals- realizing his mistake- Oops. Why did I open my big mouth?
Droopy lashes his thick tail at him as hard as he can and in the process he turns himself over.
Vicious excited barks from the other dogs as they gallop up and freeze in a triangle prepared to rush.
Gangsta- Yeah! You da Dog, Grubs! You da dog! Now let’s…
Dignified-German-shepherd rushes in and grabs Droopy by the neck- Forget it. This one’s mine.
Grubbals- Yeah yeah. No. No wait! That’s my kill! It’s mine yeah yeah.
Suddenly Dignified-German-sheperd spits Droopy out- Yuck! This thing tastes like… like rubber. *The dog takes a closer look at Droopy.*- Oh you’re one of those robot-things my owner likes to pat. *gets excited* Oh can you imagine the praise I’ll get? The biggest bone in all of Humbled County! You’re coming with me.
Gangsta- Yo that ain’t cool, Dog! We all was supposed to have our share.
Dignified-German-Sheppard- No! This robot’s got a bone-ty on it’s head and my owner’s going to pay up. Sniffya later!
The other dogs give chase but cannot match the dog’s speed.
Cut to a residential neighborhood. The dignified German Shepherd leaps onto a front porch and starts scratching at the door. Dignified German Shepherd (panting heavily)- Tired. I'm so tired. Man that robot was heavy!
A woman opens the door and looks down at the dog- Meh-Lei? *She sees what Meh-Lei is carrying* Oh Meh-Lei no! Drop it! Drop it now! Bad dog!
Meh-Lei looks confused- But I thought… What about the bone-ty? Where’s the belly rubs? The big bone with some fat attached? Maybe a break from this low-calory dog food? Oh never mind.
The woman examines Droopy- Oh you’re a mess, Little guy! Who would leave you out in the dirt like that? Let’s get you inside and cleaned up.
Meanwhile with the other pleos. The man forces his hobbling vehicle into a service station and goes around to the rear to survey the damage. Oddly enough he isn’t looking at the tire yet. He sees the smashed side of the crate and looks worried.- Oh no. Four. I must’ve lost one.
Angel *Very upset*- We’ve been on the road for at least ten real-time minutes since the explosion! Droopy’s out there in the middle of nowhere! This isn’t fair!
Scar- (snarling) That’s right, your Highness. It’s time you learned that.
Angel- (Glaring at him) But he rescued you, Scar. If anyone should be thinking about fairness it should be you. You could… *starts to cry* be lying in a billion pieces in the road with your wiring spilled everywhere. You! Remember that, Scar!
Melee- *inward thoughts* (gets wide eyes) Oh she’s so beautiful and wise.
Melee aloud to Angel- Amen, Sistah! I’ll be your willing convert.
Skittle- Come on you guys! Don’t fight! We’re pleos- peaceful creatures of love and companionship. We have to have faith in this human. You heard him say it himself. He saved us from Mr. Shredder. There isn’t much we can do right now anyway.
Melee- Ha, my Dear Lady, there’s where you’re wrong. I’ve been… modified.
All pleos- Huh?
Melee- Decompiled. Reverse-engineered. Bent. Everything illegal with electronics you’re not supposed to do.
Skittle- Like, speak Dino, Dude. I’m lost.
Melee- Okay I’ll make it simple. I can talk to other electronic devices. My owner was a bit of an experimentalist you see. I was his pride until… *looks away* Until he got tired of me and chunked me in a storage unit. That’s how I got my looks.
Scar- So? What’s your plan, Holes?
Melee- I’m going to connect with this guy’s laptop via his phone and then reroute the signal to… well to as many computers as I can and force them to print fliers. My dearest Angel, your Droopy will be within nosing-distance in three days tops- I guarantee it.
Scar- now this I’ve gotta see.
Melee- Well, Scar, I can do lots of things but I can’t exactly allow you front-row seating inside every office in the world now can I? You’ll just have to trust me.
Skittle- Like there’s a mondo big whole in your plan, Mel.
Melee- What’s that?
Skittle- What if the humans throw your fliers away?
Melee looks nervous- Well… I… I don’t know. We’ll just have to tangle all our tails together and hope they don’t.
Our scene splits into three squares showing two offices and one elementary school computer lab. People are staring down at their laser-printers in confusion as they pick up a nicely-printed flier showing Droopy and listing a phone number.
Man in the first square. We can clearly see that he is somewhere in London England- What’s wrong with this printer? What’s this rubbish? Why doesn’t it stop?
In the next square, an elementary student brings the flier to her teacher- Look! A pleo!
The teacher looks up. As she stands up, we can clearly see a map showing the different parts of Australia behind her- What? What website did you get this from?
Student- I didn’t do anything. It’s just the printer.
The teacher goes over to the printer- What’s wrong with this thing? (Mumbling to herself)- Cancel job.
Student who handed her the picture- Can we help?
Female teacher sighing- I don’t see why not. This is a phone number from the United States. This pleo must be of some importance.
Guy in the third square which appears to be a reception area in a doctor’s office in California- Hmmm. Who would want a broken pleo? Suddenly he smiles. One of my patience has a ton of these things in her house. They’re a real hit with my staff. I’ll pass this along when I see her.
Cut to the inside of a very nice house where the man sets the smashed crate on the dining room table, throws down his cell phone and keys and turns to leave the room.
Man- It’s one in the morning and I’ve got first shift tomorrow. Great. You guys will have to wait. He turns for the door and closes it behind him. On the table, his cell phone starts vibrating.
Melee- Haha! There’s your proof, Scar. Now the fun begins! Watch me work my magic!
Skittle- I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Mel. What if all the people of the world bring our guy billions of broken pleos?
Angel- What if they do? He says he has ‘an idea’. Who knows he might rescue them, too. Besides. There’s only one Droopy. I could find him even in a crowd of broken pleos.
Angel*inwardly*- I think we’re all guilty to some degree. Poor Droopy, we misjudged you- badly.
