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The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Fri Jan 19, 2018 12:08 pm

Since The Doctors of Doom currently exists only as a premise, I decided to try and do a fan script based on it. Here's the opening scene so far.

THE DOCTORS OF DOOM

A Script by Kooshmeister (with ideas and suggestions by Lady Stormcrow)

Based on the original episode written by Glenn Leopold.

LOGLINE: Dr. Viper teams up with the alien-possessed Dr. Harley Street in a bid to steal Super-Katalyst S66. But can the two villains cooperate?

DISCLAIMER: SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron is a trademark of Hanna-Barbara. This author does not own the rights to the show, its episodes, or any of its characters, and this script is not meant for monetary use. I did it just for the heck of it.

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EXT. ENFORCER SUBSTATION - NIGHT

An Enforcer police substation on the outskirts of Megakat City. The gloomy swamp looms in the background. Alarms are going off, searchlights sweeping this way and that. The rear door is open. There's been an escape.

EXT. MEGAKAT SWAMP - NIGHT

A group of escaped CONVICTS are standing around watching as their leader, MURDOCH, sweating, uses a big, moss-covered stone to smash the last of the chains linking their anklets together. Satisfied, he tosses the rock aside with a splash.

MURDOCH
Boys, we're a chain gang no longer. Now we're just a plain old gang.
(jerks a thumb at himself)
And I'm the leader. Any objections?

None from the other four cons.

MURDOCH
Good, now come on!

The five of them turn and trudge through the swamp. Although Murdoch is confident, his fellow criminals are a bit nervous.

CONVICT #2
Hey, Mur, how come we're in Megakat Swamp, again?

MURDOCH
'Cause, genius, the Enforcers will never think to look for us this place!

The water gets gradually thicker and slimier as the group heads deeper into the swamp. A THREE-EYED SNAKE slithers down from an overhead branch and hisses at them.

CONVICT #1
(startled)
Aghhh!

He grabs the multi-eyed reptile by the neck and flings it away. It lands with a splash and swims off. The assembled cons are getting nervous.

CONVICT #1
(afraid)
What is this place...?

MURDOCH
It's our ticket outta spendin' the rest of our nine lives in jail cells, so shut up and keep movin'!

The further they proceed the less leaves there are on the trees, and the larger, more deformed, gnarled and twisted they become. The escaped prisoners have entered...

EXT. THE DEAD FOREST - NIGHT

The heart of the swamp, a polluted, sludgy, nearly lifeless area with huge trees rising up out of the fetid water like skyscrapers. From the largest, most twisted tree of all, the convicts see a light shining through what appears to be a window.

CONVICT #2
(pointing)
Look! I see a light ahead!

Murdoch squints in the darkness. He sees it, too.

MURDOCH
Someone's crazy enought to live here...?

CONVICT #1
(terrified)
What if it's... y'know... HIM?

CONVICT #2
(a little scared, now, too)
Y-Yeah, Mur? What if it's D-D-Dr. Viper...?

MURDOCH
(angry)
It ain't Dr. Viper! Everyone knows that freak lives in the sewers. Now come on.

He trudges on. As they pass by some of the smaller trees, each con breaks out a large, thick branch to use as a cudgel.

EXT. SWAMP LAIR - NIGHT

They finally arrive at the base of the tree, which is twelve stories tall. Alongside it is a crude dock of sorts, onto which the five cons climb.

CONVICT #2
I don't see any entrance...

Turning, Murdoch notices a ladder hanging down and looks up. It goes up to a large knot in the side of the tree serving as a natural balcony of sorts.

MURDOCH
(smirking)
I think we found our mysterious swamp hermit host's front door, boys.

CONVICT #2
Now what?

MURDOCH
Up, dummy.

He goes up first. He's followed by three of the other four cons, but Convict #1 is the most nervous of all and lingers on the dock.

CONVICT #1
Are you guys sure this is such a good idea?

MURDOCH
(calling down)
If you're such a fraidy-kat, stay down there!

He and the other three continue climbing as, with a sigh, Convict #1 sits down on the dock to await their return.

INT. SWAMP LAIR - TUNNEL

The knot has a knothole. A deep one. It serves as a kind of tunnel into the rotted, hollowed-out interior of the tree, which is honeycombed with different rooms and chambers, most of which are empty. Brandishing their tree branch cudgels, Murdoch and his three companions proceed deeper into the interior, following the source of the faint light they saw coming through the window.

As they pass the walls, enormous, thickly-vein eyes open, turning to watch them go. But each time a one of them, usually Convict #2, senses they're being watched and turns, the eyes close in time... only to reopen and continue staring at them as they head off.

INT. SWAMP LAIR - LAB

The group enters the room from which the light is doming from, the main hollow of the tree, serving as both a living area and a laboratory. There's a ratty couch, two even worse-looking chairs and a crooked, ramshackle coffee table. Aside from this, the vast room is entirely given over to lab equipment.

The centerpiece of the room is a large worktable covered with flasks, beakers and retorts, all filled with various insidious concoctions heating over bunsen burners.

Murdoch looks baffled. His companions are getting angry, impatient... and scared.

CONVICT #2
What is this place...?

MURDOCH
I dunno. But we'll steal whatever we can, then leave.

Hearing the sound of movement, someone shifting in bed, the four turn and see a figure lying with its back to them on a cot over in one corner. A blanket is pulled up over it. Murdoch smirks.

MURDOCH
(whispering)
Must be the owner. I'll go wake 'im up and ask if he's got anything worth takin'.

Another con grabs his sleeve. Murdoch looks down at the hand grabbing him, then up at its owner's face, annoyed at this challenge to his authority.

CONVICT #3
(whispering with hoarse fear)
Forget it! Why bother? Let's just get outta here!

Murdoch jerks his arm free, smacking his tree branch cudgel into the open palm of his hand threateningly.

MURDOCH
Relax. This old swamp hermit ain't gonna give us any trouble.

The other two convicts are examining the chemistry apparatus on the table. It's beginning to dawn on them just where they are.

CONVICT #2
M-Mur, hey, listen...

But Murdoch is already at the cot. He gives the sleeping figure a poke with his cudgel. It shifts a little. There's a buzzing noise.

MURDOCH
Wake up, you old weirdo!

Upon getting no response, he reaches down to grab him, even as Convict #3, wary but not terrified, is rushing forward in an effort to stop him. Too late. Murdoch grabs the sleeping figure's shoulder and rolls him over...

MURDOCH
Tell us where--

...to reveal DR. HARLEY STREET! He stares, annoyed at being awaken, up at Murdoch and Convict #3 over Murdoch's shoulder, the two gasping aloud. Hearing them, the two over at the worktable glance over, and watch in horror as Street attacks their companions!

He gives Murdoch's arm a good chomp using his mandibles. Yelping, Murdoch drops his branch and collapses to the floor, writhing in pain. Convict #3 backs up, holding his branch like a baseball bat as Street rises from the cot.

For all intents and purposes, he is fully a Ci-Kat-A now, except he has retained his brown fur and not turned purple, and his compound eyes have remained green, instead of the red of "natural" Ci-Kat-A. There are deeply entrenched scars radiating out from the center of his face (from where he was hit with the Octopus Missile). He's clad in only the ragged remains of his old clothing; filthy lab coat with sleeves ripped off, threadbare shirt open to the waist, tie long gone, and loose pants that look far too large on his sticklike insectoid legs.

Convict #3 lunges forward, swinging his makeshift cudgel, but Street grabs it mid-swing, yanking it from the startled con's grasp. He snaps it in half, then grabs its owner and bites him. Crying out and convulcing, Convict #3 falls down to writhe alongside Murdoch.

From across the room, the remaining two cons - #2 and #4 - drop their branches and turn to run. Just then, DR. VIPER enters, carrying an old-fashioned lantern.

VIPER
(annoyed)
What'sss all this ruckusss?

We see he has seemingly returned to normal (for a given definition of "normal") since being blasted by the anti-mutagens during his previous attempt to take over the city. At the sight of the intruders, he becomes enraged. His tail whips around, hitting Convict #4, sending him flying into the wall. Hitting it, he slides down into a dazed heap. Convict #2 whimpers with fear as the tail now encircles him and squeezes him, lifting him up off of his feet.

VIPER
Intrudersss, eh...?

Nearby, Murdoch and Convict #3 stop writhing and groaning and rise up almost robotically, and open their eyes, revealing they're now green, insectoid compoound eyes like Street's. Street walks over to the unconscious Convict #4 and bends over him and bites his shoulder.

CONVICT #2
What's going on?!

VIPER
Nothing that need concern you. Or your friend. In a moment... I assure you you won't care one little bit.

Using his tail, he holds the squirming convict out towards Street. Rising from his task, Street turns menacingly towards the last remaining normal kat, as his bitten victim rises, bug-eyed, like a zombie behind him.

VIPER
(to Convict #2)
You're going to be just like your friendssss! Isssn't that nice?
(to Street)
Doctor, if you pleassse?

STREET
(with a slight "buzz" to his voice)
With pleazzzure, Doctor.

He advances towards the held-out convict who looses a terrified scream.

EXT. SWAMP LAIR - NIGHT

Still waiting outside for his friends, Convict #1 hears the scream from inside and jumps up, turning to look up at the ladder he last saw his companions ascend. Behind him, there is a stirring amidst the murky swamp water.

CONVICT #1
(calling up)
Guys? You okay up there?

An enormous mushroom cap topped with kat ears breaks the scummy surface and starts towards the dock like a shark fin. Suddenly, Dr. Viper's MUSHROOM MONSTER erupts out of the water behind the unprepared convict. He whirls, holding his pretty much useless branch "weapon," and watches in wide-eyed horror as the monster lunges towards him with gaping maw open!

His scream echoes out across the swamp, but is abruptly cut off.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Fri Jan 19, 2018 12:13 pm

And a scene at Megakat Labs:

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - HALLWAY

The elevator "dings" and the doors slide open as lab administrator DR. BELLJAR steps out. He's slim with blonde hair. Carrying a notebook, he walks down the hall towards an enormous, steel-reinforced door marked "TOP SECRET - NO ADMITTANCE." Posted out front is a guard, STEVEN, who is half dozed off at his desk. He's big and strong-looking, but his shirt isn't tucked in properly and his tie his crooked.

Annoyed, Belljar nudges Steven's wheeled office chair with a foot. The guard jerks, startled.

BELLJAR
Wake up, Steven. You're supposed to be on guard duty.

STEVEN
(drowsily)
I wasn't sleepin'. I was just thinkin'.

BELLJAR
(under his breath)
That'd be a first.

STEVEN
(stretching, having not really overheard)
Huh?

BELLJAR
Nothing. Nevermind.

With a chuckle, Steven gets up and walks to the door, which we see has no visible handle. To one side behind the guard's desk is a big keypad. A little light above it is currently red.

STEVEN
Come to see the freak show again, Doc?

BELLJAR
(grumbling)
Just open the door.

Shrugging, Steven enters his security code. There's a beep. The light turns green and the enormous armored door slides open into the wall. The scientist and guard walk in.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - TOP SECRET LAB

This room amounts to little more than a long hallway with a worktable, shelves of chemicals and some futuristic-looking equipment at one end. On either side of the room are three huge holding cells. Like the entrance, they're only openable by a keypad each, but instead of a thick metal door, each cell has a sliding clear glass door allowing Dr. Belljar and Steven to see inside. Inside five of the six cells are the surviving CONVERTED MASA GUARDS (from the episode "The Ci-Kat-A"). The sixth cell is empty.

Consulting his notes, Belljar walks down the line of cells on one side, examining the occupants. Each guard has progressed so far into their transformation they're essentially fully-fledged CI-KAT-A DRONES, but like Dr. Street, have kept their original fur color, and their eyes are green instead of red. Unlike Street, the have no clothing.

One of them, we see, is distinct from the others; he has a bushy mustache from under which his insectoid mandibles poke.

They stand motionlessly in the middle of their cells, and but for the twitching of their antenna, there is no sign that they're alive. The cells are soundproof, so we can't hear what, if any, noises the creatures are making.

As scientist and guard walk down the line of cells, the Ci-Kat-A's behavior changes. They rush the glass doors and smack into them, clawing uselessly at the clear barrier between them and their intended victims. Belljar flinches slightly. Steven jumps back, hand going for his gun. He relaxes after a moment, though.

STEVEN
(conversationally)
Speakin' of thinkin'... you ever wonder what they think about?

He points at the Ci-Kat-A.

BELLJAR
(without looking up from his notebook)
About how much they'd like to get out of these cells and bite us.
(glancing up finally)
So be more vigilant.

STEVEN
Oh, uh, yes sir.

With a sigh, Belljar makes some notes, examines the two occupied cells on the other side of the room. Stopping at one, he activates an intercom, through which he and Steven can hear its ceaseless buzzing. Belljar turns the intercom off and then sighs again and makes more notes.

BELLJAR
(to himself)
The latest treatments are still having no effect.
(to Steven)
Well, we'll just have to try something else. We can't give up on them.

STEVEN
(skeptically)
If you say so, Doc.

They exit. From inside the room we see Steven enter another code, shutting the door. Gradually, the agitated Ci-Kat-A stop trying to break through the glass and resume their original positions, standing motionlessly in the middle of their individual cells. They are as eerily still as department store mannequins.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby marklungo » Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:04 pm

Good work so far, Koosh. Looking forward to the rest of your fan script.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Wed Jan 24, 2018 12:03 pm

Hit a bit of a snag. But I'll continue it ASAP.
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Postby NightSlayer2 » Mon Jan 29, 2018 8:24 pm

This is good work Kooshmeister. I like this script a lot.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Mon Jan 29, 2018 8:28 pm

Thanks. I just dunno when I'll get around to continuing it.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Wed Mar 14, 2018 7:25 am

EXT. SALVAGE YARD - DAY

We pan down from the bright afternoon sky to a familiar shot of the salvage yard. BURKE and MURRAY are sitting on the hood of a beat up old station wagon. Their dump truck is parked nearby. Beyond it, we can see the rarely-seen front entrance of the yard. The station wagon is parked facing a sort of thrown together obstacle course. The normally rugged dirt ground has been smoothed into a path that snakes its way around the various junk piles. A various points on the makeshift track there are enormous age-pitted, weather-beaten concrete dividers and thin piles of dirt, some with ramps made from plywood boards, some without, and tunnels made using whatever happened to be hand.

Burke reaches into a cooler sitting next to him, grabs a bottle of purple liquid ("New Kitty Kola - Grape Flavor!") and pops the cap using a fridge magnet style bottle opener. He hands it to his brother. Murray takes it and sips it. Both brothers are wearing sleeveless tank tops and shorts due to the summer head. Burke has big sneakers without socks and is wearing a golfing visor instead of his usual stocking cap, allowing us to see his eyes. Like his brother, he has one big eye and one little eye, although it's reversed. Murray has flip-flops and has his hat turned backwards.

Murray belches as Burke grabs himself a bottle of soda from the cooler, when suddenly CHANCE FURLONG zooms into view on rollerblades, followed by JAKE CLAWSON, right on his heels. Both of them are stripped to the waist in the hot afternoon sun, and aside from sticker-covered rollerblading helmets, elbow pads and kneepads, the two are in naught but small shorts: Chance has on his workout shorts (from The Ghost Pilot) while Jake is wearing his trunks (from Volcanus Erupts!).

The duo come literally flying into view, sailing through the air, having ramped off one of the plywood boards. Chance, we see, is in the lead. Landing, he slaloms around some strategically-placed obstacles consisting of random junk, giving a big yell. Jake lands behind him and just as expertly navigates the obstacles.

CHANCE
(yelling)
Yaaaaahhh!

JAKE
Woo-hoooo!

As they skate past them, Burke and Murray cheer them on, holding up their soda bottles in a mock toast.

MURRAY
Woo! Yeah! Chaaaaance!

BURKE
Go Jake! Go Jake!

Although sincere, their cheering is a little halfhearted. This, combined with the fact there's more water in their cooler than ice and the fact both Chance and Jake are sweating like crazy provides us with some evidence that this race has been going on for a while. But whereas Burke and Murray appear to be growing weary of the spectacle, Chance and Jake are pushing ahead, as usual forcing themselves to their personal limits in an attempt to outdo one another.

CHANCE
(panting, but still bristling with stamina)
These new Turbo Rollerblades are radical, buddy!

JAKE
(also panting, but showing no signs of tiring)
Yeah, they're gonna give me one more way to beat your tail!

Chance glances behind himself for a moment in disbelief. Did he hear correctly? He sees the shirtless Jake smirking as he gains on him, closing the distance. Unconcerned, he turns his head back around; gotta keep his eyes on where he's going. They're coming up on a concrete divider laying across the track. He hunkers down. Behind him, so does Jake.

CHANCE
Dream on, buddy!

Still hunkering down, he zooms around some empty, rusty oil drums, and, as he reaches the divider, his leg muscles strain and he launches himself through the air, sailing over the obstacle, graceful despite his bulk in comparison to his partner, who, after swinging 'round the metal drums, doesn't need to squat so low to gain the height necessary to clear the divider; his leg muscles tense and he shoots into the air like a coiled spring.

Still airborne, he flies towards Chance. Watching from nearby, Murray takes a gulp of his soda and elbows Burke in the ribs, pointing. Burke is struggling to uncap his soda bottle using the bottle opener, but pauses to look up, gasping. It seems, for an instant, that Jake will hit Chance, but instead the smaller, thinner kat grabs Chance's shoulders and swings his legs up, effectively using his own momentum plus pushing down on Chance's shoulders to clear his opponent entirely, landing gracefully a few feet in front of him, now in the lead. He grins and gives a thumbs-up back to a surprised, seething Chance.

JAKE
I like this dream!

Burke and Murray cheer, the former pumping his arms, not realizing he's shaking his unopened soda bottle. Chance and Jake come up to a tunnel made from a hollowed out 747 engine. Arms behind his back, graceful as a figure skater, Jake navigates the tunnel with his eyes closed, zooming around the cylinder, from the bottom, to the sides, over the ceiling, then down the other side without even trying. Seeing this makes Chance angry. He zooms through the engine without any fancy stunts, too mad to show off. They're out of sight of Burke and Murray now, anyway, so there's nobody to show off to.

CHANCE
Crud! Let's see what these things can really do!

We see that each of them has a small remote control device in their hand, and he presses the button on his, causing miniature little rocket boosters to pop out of the sides. They ignite, and, with a burst of sudden speed, Chance rockets forwards. He'd lose his helmet if it weren't strapped firmly to his head, not that it doesn't made a valiant attempt to free itself at the sudden, shocking speed at which its wearer is now traveling, the chinstrap stretching cartoonishly, helmet being tugged along behind. He blasts past a startled Jake in a blur, trailing dust from his rollerblades... and smoke, Jake notices with some alarm.

The rollerblades' wheels are spinning rapidly. Too rapidly. They're overheating and the friction, even against the dirt, is chiseling them down to little nubs. Chance's triumph turns to sudden worry as he wobbles uncontrollably.

JAKE
(yelling after him)
Chance! Slow down!

CHANCE
(screaming)
I caaaaaaaaaaaaaan't!

He 'rounds the corner of an obstacle, having gone the entire circuit, and actually sails wildly out of control off of the track, trailing fire. He heads flailing towards the old station wagon where Burke and Murray are sitting. Murray yelps and jumps off. Burke has returned to struggling with the bottle opener, and doesn't notice the incoming Chance, despite the screaming. His epic battle with the soda bottle has completely consumed him. Reaching up, Murray grabs his brother and yanks him off the hood, right as Chance is about to hit the front fender. However, he leaps up, in an effort to clear the car, but doesn't quite make it; his butt bounces off the hood, jostling the cooler. Propelled up by the impact, he sails over the cooler - and the startled heads of the crouching Burke and Murray, and somersaults through the air, to land feet first on the rough dirt, smashing both the wheels of his rollerblades and the little rocket thrusters. No longer propelled by anything except his own momentum, Chance promptly falls to his knees and skids along - kneepads preventing any injuries - before coming to something resembling a gentle stop banging against the closed passenger door of Burke and Murray's dump truck.

CHANCE
(weakly)
Ow...

Burke and Murray get to their feet, mouths agape. Jake skates up and stops beside them.

JAKE
Chance!

He skates over to his buddy as Chance slowly leans over backward to lie on his back, knees bent, legs folded under him. Murray snickers as a wincing Burke, shaking his head, finally pops the cap on the soda bottle, and gets blasted in the face by the shaken up carbonated beverage. Murray laughs at him, so Burke turns the deluge towards his shorter sibling, drenching him. Murray coughs and splutters. Ignoring them, Jake tends to Chance.

JAKE
Chance, are you--

He's cut off as suddenly Chance is up on his feet, and we see that the friction has completely annihilated the rollerblades - and his socks! - leaving him barefoot. And his soles are blazing red and smoking.

CHANCE
Yeeeooooooooowwwww!

Hopping up and down like a man failing at walking hot coals, he struggles with the ruined remains of the rollerblades and finally gets them off, then runs over towards the station wagon, each step an agony.

CHANCE
(pained)
Hot, hot, hot...!
(sees Burke's soda)
Cold, cold, cold...!

Burke turns and aims the last of the spritzing, fizzy cold drink at Chance's feet, but it quickly runs out, so Chance clambers onto the station wagon's hood and dunks both feet into the cooler - to much consternation from its owners. Ignoring Burke and Murray yelling at him, his eyes rolled back into his head in pure ecstasy and relief as smoke and steam rises up from inside the cooler.

CHANCE
(relieved)
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh....

MURRAY
Hey, that's ours!

JAKE
(placating)
Pipe down, I'll get you guys some more soda.

Grumbling and dripping in soda, the brothers turn and plod off. They stand a few feet away, mostly out of earshot, discussing the race. They seem especially delighted at the way Chance crashed at the end. Overhearing them, Chance turns and grins at a scowling, disappointed-looking Jake, trying to save his dignity.

CHANCE
You gotta reinforce the wheels, buddy. I'm too fast for 'em.

JAKE
(agitated)
No, you're not. You just took another unnecessary risk. As usual. I told you before we started this race that the turbo boosters hadn't been properly tested. You could've gotten yourself really hurt.

CHANCE
Aw, jeez, you're just sore that I won!

Jake fumes.

JAKE
By cheating!

CHANCE
Says the guy who swore up and down he really did eat that last mongo pepper.

JAKE
(growls)
Then let's do another race later on at the park.

CHANCE
Great idea!

JAKE
With regular skates!

CHANCE
Aw, c'mon...

JAKE
And let you ruin another experimental pair of my Turbo Rollerblades and make a fool of yourself in public? No way! This time it's gonna be a real race, without either of us having an unfair advantage!

INT. SWAMP LAIR - DAY

Murky daylight floods through the filthy glass of the mullioned windows, weakly illuminating the laboratory interior. Flanked by his mushroom monster, Dr. Viper stands mixing up some ingredients in an enormous cauldron-like metal beaker whose contents are being heated to a bubbling froth over a bunsen burner. Street paces impatiently behind him. We can see the four converted convicts, including Murdoch, standing off in a corner. The mushroom monster keeps eying them suspiciously, wriggling his tentacles in agitation; he doesn't like them, or Street. Street, for his part, ignores the big mutant.

STREET
How much longer, Doctor?

Viper doesn't reply. He just pours chemicals and adds bits and bobs to the bubbling brew. A dash of this, a dab of that. Finally, he seems satisfied.

VIPER
There. It'sss ready, my good Dr. Ssstreet.

Street comes over and looks in, making as much of a disgusted face as an almost fully transformed Ci-Kat-A is capable of, and then turns and nods to his accomplice, antennae twitching.

VIPER
Now then. I've done my part. Now it'sss up to you to go and get--

STREET
(having heard all this before)
Zzzuper-Katalyzzzt Five Zzzixty Zzzix. I know.

VIPER
I want to sssend--

He turns towards the mushroom monster.

STREET
(interrupting arrogantly)
He won't be nezzezzzary.

Viper whirls around. Both his and his mushroom monster's eyes glow with mutual fury, yellow and red in the semi-darkness.

VIPER
He knowsss the way--

STREET
And so will I onzze I bite someone who workzzz there and gain their... "cooperation."

Viper twists his mouth into a foul scowl. He isn't liking this rebelliousness from his "partner."

STREET
Nor do I need him for protection. Or azzzistanzze.
(looks at Murdoch and the other prisoners)
I have all that I need right here.

VIPER
(trying to argue)
But...

Street holds up a hand.

STREET
Relax, my dear Dr. Viper. My Ci-Kat-A brotherzzz and I have everything under control.

He walks down the steps leading out of the lair interior.

STREET
You'll soon have your precious katalyzzzt. And zzzoon I will have what I want as well. My brotherzzz, to me!

The other four converted kats follow him. Once they're gone, Viper goes and opens the window.

EXT. SWAMP LAIR - DAY

With the mushroom monster looming over his shoulder, Viper watches Street flying off over the desolate, swampy landscrape of the Dead Forest. The four converted prisoners trudge through the water in the same direction.

VIPER
(under his breath)
Jussst don't screw thisss up, you brainless bugsss. Dr. Viper doesssn't look kindly on failure.

He shuts the window and he and the monster away, receding into the darkness of the lab interior.

EXT. MEGAKAT CITY - DAY

An Enforcer chopper flies along. Inside, LIEUTENANT FELINA FERAL is flying. An ENFORCER PILOT is sitting beside her. Riding in back is a rookie Enforcer, CORPORAL GRAY TAYLOR, who can barely contain his excitement. He's dressed in the uniform of an Enforcer commando, but with a necktie added to show that he's a graduate of the Enforcer academy, and he has the visor of his helmet up, allowing us to see his eyes unlike an ordinary commando.

TAYLOR
Oh, boy, my first mission!

FELINA
(amused)
Calm down, rookie, nothing exciting happening yet.

TAYLOR
Sorry, ma'am, I mean, sir, I mean... how do you address a female Enforcer officer?

ENFORCER PILOT
(droll)
You say "Lieutenant."

TAYLOR
(blushing)
Sorry, sir.
(to Felina)
Sorry, Lieutenant...

Felina shakes her head and exchanges smirks with her co-pilot.

ENFORCER PILOT
Not even a week out of the academy and he's already itchin' for action, huh, Lieutenant?

FELINA
Don't I know it.
(over her shoulder)
Don't worry, Corporal Taylor. This is Megakat City.

The chopper continues to zoom through the city.

FELINA
(a little darkly)
Trust me, you won't lack for excitement here...

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - HALLWAY

Belljar walks off down the hall toward the elevator.

BELLJAR
I'm going back upstairs to run some more tests before I meet with the Deputy Mayor. And I need to call Dr. Konway over at Enforcer Headquarters. I'll be back shortly.

STEVEN
Sure thing, Doc.

Belljar gets on the elevator. The doors slide shut. Settling back into his chair, Steven does his best to stay awake. He futzes with things on his desk.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - TOP SECRET LAB

We behold another change in the captured Ci-Kat-A's behavior. Their antenna twitch, and they start becoming restless, even though no one is in the room, as though they sense something.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - HALLWAY

Steven sighs tiredly, using one finger to spin his articulated desk lamp around in an effort to entertain himself, which suddenly the duct cover of an air vent flies off and lands on the floor. Suddenly very attentive, the big guard gets up.

STEVEN
Huh?

The converted Murdoch slithers out of the air vent. He's still mostly katlike except his compound eyes. The other three converted convicts follow suit. As Steven goes for his gun, the four hurriedly overwhelm and subdue him. One covers his mouth. Another prevents him from drawing his laser pistol.

Emerging from the vent last of all is Dr. Street. He glides down to the floor using his wings and lands in front of the group. He studies the door, eying the keypad. Turning, he grabs the front of Steven's uniform, jerking him out of the cons' grasp. Before the guard can yell for help, Street's mandibles sink into his throat. Releasing Steven, he steps back as the guard collapses, writhing.

After a moment, he stops, rising, his eyes green and insectoid, and walks over to the keypad, where he enters his security code. The light turns from red to green and the door opens. The converted convicts enter one by one, Steven following. Murdoch lingers with Street.

MURDOCH
What about Zzzuper-Katalyzzzt--

STREET
(cutting him off angrily)
What that zzzmall-minded fool Viper wantzzz can wait. This izzz more important. Come...

Murdoch doesn't press the issue any further. They go inside.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - TOP SECRET LAB

Street pushes his way to the front of the small group, and looks around angrily at the imprisoned converted guards. He spreads his arms like a preacher about to give a sermon.

STREET
My brotherzzz! In a moment you shall be free! And together we shall have our new queen and conquer not only Megakat Zzity... but the world!
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Wed Mar 14, 2018 10:22 am

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - DAY

CALLIE BRIGGS' dark green sedan pulls up to the curb and parks. Opening the gull wing door, the Deputy Mayor gets out. Callie is dressed in her usual attire, but has her jacket off, slung over her shoulder, tie slightly loosened, the top button of her dress shirt undone; concessions to the heat.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - DR. BELLJAR'S OFFICE

The lab administrator's office. Spacious but sparsely furnished. Framed diplomas and certificates as well as picturesque paintings adorn the walls. Bookshelves of medical and scientific volumes. There's a painting of Dr. N. Zyme on the far wall lit by track lighting. Dr. Belljar's desk is neat and orderly, with decorative glass awards, an antique graduated cylinder with gold measurement etchings - a graduation present from Dr. Zyme, his mentor - and a few framed family photos, plus the usual telephone, with Belljar is on. It's cordless with a long antenna. Belljar isn't sitting at his desk, though, he's standing over by the window by a big fish tank, sprinkling in some fish food.

BELLJAR
(on the phone)
No, Batch B was a complete failure, too.

He sighs, peering into the tank, watching the fish dart around and gobble up the little flakes.

BELLJAR
I don't know what to tell you, Sam. It just isn't working.

He squints. The fish tank abuts the office's only window. He sees a murky, distorted image of Callie Briggs putting her jacket on, and stands, looking over the tank top and out the window unobstructed, watching as Callie shuts her car door, shoulders the burden of her purse, and starts towards the front entrance. Halfway there, she stops and looks up, offering a smile and a wave. He waves back.

BELLJAR
Listen, Sam, we're gonna have to cut this short. Deputy Mayor Briggs just here.
(a pause; we hear Dr. Konway say something)
Yeah, my new hydroponics project. I'm really hoping she can get Manx to invest in it.
(more of Konway speaking unintelligibly on the other end)
Yeah. Right. Thanks a lot, Sam. Bye.

He hangs up.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - LOBBY

A stone-faced SECURITY GUARD is at the front desk. A little desk fan is blowing over him nonstop. He glances over disinterestedly as Callie comes in. Dr. Belljar rushes in from offscreen to greet her.

BELLJAR
Ms. Briggs, thank you so much for coming.

They shake hands. Although she's got her blazer back on, Callie has elected not to button it, or her shirt, and has left her tie loosened.

CALLIE
It sure is a scorcher out there today, isn't it, Dr. Belljar.

She fans herself.

BELLJAR
Yes it is, isn't it? Thank goodness for the miracle of air conditioning!

They turn and head towards the elevators.

CALLIE
Sadly, the AC in my car is busted. It was like riding in an oven all the way over here.

Belljar presses the "up" button on the elevator.

CALLIE
(half-jokingly)
I don't supposed you can make this presentation a long one, can you, Doctor?

The elevator doors glide open and the two get inside, Dr. Belljar chuckling. The doors shut.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - RESEARCH LAB

Callie and Belljar enter.

BELLJAR
I'll do my best to ensure you remain to enjoy our facility's air conditioning for as long as you require, Deputy Mayor.

This is the primary research laboratory of the building. Big windows from floor to ceiling letting bright sunshine in. Rows and rows of shelves containing neatly arranged and carefully labelled bubbling flasks and canisters of katalysts. Gently humming electronic machinery, computers and the like. There are a few workstations and desks, although the primary one, Dr. Zyme's (from The Origin of Dr. Viper), appears to have been left unused for quite some time. The chair is pushed in and the entire thing is draped in a shroudlike opaque tarp, giving it an almost funerary appearance. The former administrator's computer, files, books, diplomas and so forth can be seen on the desk underneath the tarp.

Callie spares it a sad glance, but then follows Dr. Belljar over to a big presentation table containing an HO scale model of Megakat City. We can see familiar landmarks like City Hall, Enforcer Headquarters and Megakat Biochemical itself. The Megakat Tower and Old Megakat Bridge lay to one side on the corner of the table, intact but pointedly removed; currently, nothing crosses Megakat Bay, represented by clear blue plastic filling an indention in the model city's terrain. Callie smiles at the craftsmanship of the model.

BELLJAR
Obviously, as the world's population grows larger, katkind needs more and more food. Feeding the world has long been a dream of my predecessor's.
(sighs sadly)
Unfortunately, his idea to use the Viper Mutagen backfired horribly.

Callie lays a sympathetic hand on his arm.

CALLIE
Believe me, Doctor, I know. I know.
(urging him on)
So tell me about your ideas.

BELLJAR
(smiling)
My idea, Deputy Mayor, is to create a subsidiary to Megakat Biochemical Labs, Nutronics, which will have state of the art hydroponics facilities here...

From a shoebox, he produces a little model of such a facility, and places it on the outskirts of the city, near the salvage yard.

BELLJAR
...here...

A second model is put on the opposite end of the city, near where the mountain range begins.

BELLJAR
...and here.

The third and final model goes in the spot where the thrice-destroyed Megakat Tower used to be. Callie nibbles at her lower lip a bit.

BELLJAR
It won't be cheap, which is why I need you to help me persuade Mayor Manx to give Nutronics his official endorsement.

CALLIE
I can try, but this one's going to be a tough sell...

She points at the one in the Megakat Tower's spot.

CALLIE
It's sort of, um...

BELLJAR
(chuckles nervously)
Ah, yes. I gather it's something of a sensitive issue with the Mayor.

Callie sighs.

CALLIE
But it's a good idea. And worth a shot. I'll see what I can do.

She frowns and looks at her wristwatch.

CALLIE
I've got another half hour to kill. This didn't take as long as I thought.
(frowning and thinking)
What about Megakat Biochemical's other ongoing project?

Belljar squirms uncomfortably.

CALLIE
There's five anxious families awaiting answers. They're calling my office night and day. I need to give them something, Doctor, even if it's that you've made no progress at all.

BELLJAR
I just got done checking the latest results and they aren't encouraging...

He trails off. Callie sternly adjusts her purse's shoulder strap.

CALLIE
Take me there.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY

The two get off the elevator and start down the hall.

BEL;JAR
I just got off the phone with Sam Konway down at Enforcer Headquarters, and he has a few interesting ideas. He's a little more openminded than I am, which is probably why Feral headhunted him to head their biotech division. I can show you what I've managed to get done so far, and then what Konway has in--

He stops short as they 'round the corner. They see the ventilation grate on the floor - and the top secret room's door wide open, various figures filling the doorframe.

BELLJAR
What in the world?

They walk closer, more cautiously, and duck down behind Steven's desk, peering over the top into the room.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - TOP SECRET LAB

The five converted MASA guards in their glass-encased cells are jumping up and down excitedly. The bug-eyed Steven goes to each one in turn and enters the security code to open it. The glass doors slide open, and the former MASA security personnel step free to mingle with their new "brothers," making particularly grateful buzzing noises to Dr. Street, who offers soothing pets and strokes.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY

Callie and Belljar continue peering over the desk.

BELLJAR
(whispering)
This is bad!

CALLIE
(also whispering)
It's... it's Dr. Street! I thought he was dead!

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - TOP SECRET LAB

STREET
And now, my brotherzzz, we muzzzt complete our zzzecondary mission for our "friend and benefactor" Dr. Viper...

More excited buzzing from the assembled converted kats. Murdoch glances towards the open door.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY

The two onlookers Callie and Belljar duck down behind Steven's desk. But it seems Murdoch has seen them. Or at least he thinks she saw something. Enough to go and investigate. Convicts #2 and #4 accompany him.

BELLJAR
We'd better alert someone...!

CALLIE
A good idea!

They turn and begin crawling away. She's reaching into her purse for her communicator when suddenly -

MURDOCH
(from behind them)
Aha!

Gasping, they turn, rolling over onto their backs, sitting up. Murdoch is standing on the desk, pointing at them as though in accusation. He's flanked on either side by the other two converted prisoners. Behind them, through the open door, Street and the others stop what they're doing and turn, antennae twitching in agitation.

MURDOCH
Zzzzpiezzz!

He hops down from the desk and runs towards them, salivating, arms outstretched like a zombie. Callie swings her purse to hit him, knocking him slightly off balance. Convict #2 rushes forwards. Having seen Callie in action, he grabs her purse and rips it from her grasp, throwing it aside. It smacks into the wall, spilling out its contents, including the SWAT Kat communicator. Jumping up, Callie resorts to fisticuffs, punching the converted prisoner in the face, sending him staggering backward. He falls onto his back and lays spread-eagle on the carpet, shaking his head, dizzy. She then kicks Murdoch in the diaphragm with the tip of her high-heeled shoe, making him double over in agony, ripping her skirt all the way up past her mid-thigh in the process.

As he collapses and Convict #4 advances, Dr. Belljar grabs a potted plant and throws it at him. It smashes across his face, and he falls to his knees, clutching his head. Dr. Street emerges from the top secret lab, growling, and with one great sweep of his arm, knocks everything off of Steven's desk, and then, with superhuman strength you wouldn't think his spindly stick insect arms would have, he grabs the desk and lifts the entire thing over his head.

STREET
(straining under the desk's weight)
All thozzze who oppozzzze the rule of the Ci-Kat-A... MUZZZT DIE!!!

With a grunt, he hurls the desk TOWARD CAMERA.

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END ACT I
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Thu Mar 15, 2018 8:21 am

Small sample of Act II, a WIP:

Felina's chopper approaches Megakat Biochemical Labs and hovers a safe distance down the street. Her co-pilot looks through some binoculars as Gray Taylor fidgets in the back.

ENFORCER PILOT
Let's see what we can see...

TAYLOR
(impatient)
Come on, what are we waiting for...?

ENFORCER PILOT
Pipe down, kid. We gotta get the lay of the land.

Taylor frowns, upset at being called a "kid" by a lower-ranking - but nevertheless more experienced - Enforcer.

ENFORCER PILOT
No use rushing i--

He stops short. From his P.O.V. through the binoculars, we see magnified image of the front windows looking into the main lab. Although the huge panes of glass primarily show reflections of the surrounding buildings (including a tiny mirror image of the hovering chopper), the Enforcer pilot can see Dr. Street and co. ransacking the room, buzzing excitedly this way and that. He lowers the binoculars and his P.O.V. returns to Megakat Biochemical at its normal distance from the aircraft.

FELINA
What is it?

ENFORCER PILOT
Ci-Kat-A! They tried to take over Megakat City once!
(gritting his teeth in fury)
They got a lot of good Enforcers killed that day!

He grabs the control yoke of the chopper on his side, fingers twitching at the triggers. Felina places a calming hand on his wrist and his grip relaxes.

FELINA
Easy, Private. I know I wasn't there when this all went down but I can understand your anger. Nevertheless, we've got the element of surprise, so let's not spoil it.

ENFORCER PILOT
(reluctant)
Roger, Lieutenant.

FELINA
(over her shoulder at Taylor)
And that means you too.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Postby Kooshmeister » Sun Mar 18, 2018 1:42 pm

ACT II

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY

FADE IN

The airborne desk comes sailing towards Callie and Dr. Belljar.

CALLIE
Duck!

The two duck and the desk smashes into the wall, splintering into pieces.

STREET
Get them!

The combined might of the Ci-Kat-A (Convict #3, Steven and the five original converted MASA guards, including the one with a mustache) comes pouring out of the lab door behind Dr. Street like a horde of cockroaches, some crawling over the walls, as he stands motionless, seemingly impassive, the converted kats buzzing and snapping past him. Murdoch and the other two convicts get up and join them in advancing on their intended victims. A gruesome and terrifying sight.

Turning, Dr. Belljar races off down the hallway, Callie starting to follow before noticing her communicator lying over by the other items that spilled out of her purse. She hesitates and turns to lunge for it. This does not go unnoticed by Street, whose gaze fixates on Callie. He starts forwards. Halfway down the hall, Belljar turns and sees her, running back. He grabs her arm.

BELLJAR
Are you nuts? Come on!

CALLIE
But--!!!

Ignoring her pleas, he drags her along down the hall as the buzzing horde of kat-insects pursues them. Street stops, watching them go. Seemingly lost in thought, he walks towards the purse and its spilled contents. Callie and Belljar make it to the elevator. Belljar presses the call button. Callie gasps as she watches the Ci-Kat-A horde coming towards them.

BELLJAR
(desperate)
Come on, come on...!

"Ding!" The doors open. The two rush in and wait for the doors to close. They're halfway shut when Convict #2 suddenly appears and reaches in. If the door shuts on his arm, the safety feature will cause it to automatically open again, and he knows it, grinning evilly. Pressing herself flat against the rear wall of the elevator car, Callie takes off one of her high heels and throws it at his face. He yelps and staggers back as it bounces off his forehead and back into the elevator. The doors shut. She sighs in relief. They hear frenzied banging, then clawed fingertips appear through the crack, beginning to force the fiercely-resisting doors open.

CALLIE
They're gonna get in!

Looking up, Callie sees the emergency hatch. She kicks off her other shoe.

CALLIE
Give me a boost! Hurry!

Belljar complies.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - ELEVATOR SHAFT

Opening the hatch, Callie climbs onto the roof of the elevator car. She reaches down.

CALLIE
Hurry!

Belljar jumps up and grabs her hand - just as the Ci-Kat-A wrench the doors open and come rushing in, the mustached former MASA guard in the lead, and, muscles tensing, sweating, Callie grabs the flailing scientist's other hand and manages to yank him up with her, the two falling backwards with a thud that makes the entire elevator jolt. Belljar kicks the hatch cover closed. Suddenly it opens again, and the mustached Ci-Kat-A appears, mandibles snapping. It bites Belljar's heel - but only the heel of his shoe. He screams. Using her bare foot, Callie kicks the Ci-Kat-A in the face, but he refuses to relinquish his hold, so she kicks the hatch cover closed onto his head. Bang! With her heel, she grunts and kicks down on the cover's top, banging him on the head a second time. Finally, the mustached former MASA guard releases his grip and falls back down into the elevator interior, the lid banging shut after him, leaving Callie and Dr. Belljar lying there panting and sweaty.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY

In the elevator, the mustached ex-guard is furious, clenching his fist and rubbing where Callie kicked him.

MUSTACHED CI-KAT-A
Capture...!

His voice is heavily distorted. Due to being bitten by the original queen, like Street, he is the only one of the six surviving original converted kats besides Street capable of speaking, although it appears that unlike Street, it is difficult for him, and he can really only utter monosyllabic grunts. Street approaches, thoughtfully examining Callie's communicator, which he holds in his hand.

STREET
Forget them.

MUSTACHED CI-KAT-A
(irritated, hissing)
They'll tell...

STREET
It won't matter. By the time help comezzz, our businezzz here will be finished.

Still holding the communicator, he turns to Steven.

STREET
Which way to the main lab?

STEVEN
Thizzz way...

He points and walks towards the stairs, the other Ci-Kat-A following. Street futzes with the communicator a bit, but can't quite seem to figure it out, so he slides it into the pocket of what's left of his ragged lab coat and forgets about it for now.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - ELEVATOR SHAFT

A panicky Dr. Belljar takes off his shoe and sock and inspects his foot for a bite. Nothing. He sighs in relief. Callie looks up at the elevator cables, then starts taking off her thigh-high pantyhose. Belljar, blushing, looks away, embarrassed. Once her hose are off, Callie flexes her toes.

CALLIE
Can you climb?

BELLJAR
I, uh, I think so...

CALLIE
Then take off your other shoe and follow me!

She begins climb up, using her splaying toes to grip the elevator cables the way Razor did with the vines in "Destructive Nature."

CALLIE
Grip the cable with your toes!

Confused but getting the idea, Belljar takes off his other shoe and sock and goes up after her. Once again, he blushes, closing his eyes so he isn't looking up Callie's skirt.

BELLJAR
Where'd you learn how to do this?

CALLIE
(smirking)
You mean besides hitting the gym and climbing the ropes twice a week to stay in shape because I'm constantly being targeted by every criminal with a pulse? And some without?

BELLJAR
I meant the gripping the cable with your toes thing.

CALLIE
Oh.
(a gentle smile)
A friend taught me.

On the next floor, she manages to get the door open, and climbs through.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - ANOTHER HALLWAY

She waits for Dr. Belljar. He climbs into view, eyes still shut, one arm flailing around. She sighs again. Why her? she wonders. She grabs his hand.

CALLIE
You can open your eyes now, Doctor.

BELLJAR
(blushing)
S-Sorry...

CALLIE
It's quite all right. Now come, we've got to get a phone and contact the Enforcers!

Belljar climbs out of the elevator shaft and they run off down the hall.

BELLJAR
There's a phone in my office here!

EXT. MEGAKAT CITY - DAY

Felina Feral's chopper zooms through the buildings on patrol. Suddenly, a voice buzzes through the radio.

ENFORCER DISPATCHER
(through the radio)
Attention all units in the vicinity of Megakat Biochemical Labs! Respond to a possible break-in!

FELINA
(sighs)
That place...
(into the radio)
This is Chopper 4, responding on the double!

In back, Gray Taylor can barely contain himself.

TAYLOR
This is getting better and better!

FELINA
I told you this place was rarely quiet for long! Hang on!

She pushes the throttle forward. The chopper zooms towards Megakat Biochemical visible in the distance.

EXT. SALVAGE YARD - DAY

Everything has been loaded up for the park trip. Now Chance and Jake are wearing shirts. They're getting into the tow truck. Outside, Burke honks the dump truck's horn impatiently as Murray pokes out the passenger window.

MURRAY
C'moooon, are we goin' or what?!

Chance sighs.

CHANCE
Why are we bringing those two?

JAKE
(smiles)
Because we're nice?
(serious)
And besides, it keeps 'em outta trouble.

He and Chance have just gotten in and shut the doors. Chance turns the truck open and messes with the radio, flipping past music. Suddenly the Enforcer dispatcher's voice from before filters in weakly.

ENFORCER DISPATCHER
(through radio)
--akat Biochemical L--

JAKE
Hold it, Chance! Go back!

Ignoring more honking from Burke, Chance turns it back to the Enforcer band which the SWAT Kats have modified their truck's radio to illegally listen in on.

ENFORCER DISPATCHER
(through radio)
I repeat, we have a possible break-in at Megakat Biochemical Labs! One unit is already en route, but be advised, all available units in the area join in investigation! This is a Priority 1 site!

JAKE
Boy, he can say that again!

Chance grumbles and turns off the radio.

CHANCE
And he will. That's what dispatchers do. That's probably the tenth time he's said it. Let the Enforcers handle it.

JAKE
Chance...!

CHANCE
(sheepishly)
What? They've gotten better!

Jake glares at him.

CHANCE
Nnng, fine!

Shutting off the engine, he and Jake get out and walk to the idling dump truck. Murray looks down at them, growling, Burke visible over his shoulder at the wheel.

JAKE
You guys go on ahead. We, uh, forgot some stuff.

MURRAY
Fine with me!
(nudging Burke)
C'mon!

The truck turns and lurches out of the salvage yard. Waiting until they're sure it's gone, Chance and Jake turn and rush with all speed towards the garage - and the hangar.

EXT. MEGAKAT CITY - DAY

Felina's chopper continues towards Megakart Biochemical. We see that its path is going to take it under the Kat's Eye News chopper, flying at a slightly higher altitude, where ANN GORA, in the front passenger seat, is just finishing an afternoon weather report. JONNY K. sits in back filming out the open sliding door. AL sits boredly at the controls.

ANN
(into her microphone)
And so it's a perfect afternoon for a day at the beach. This is Ann Gora, Kat's Eye News, wishing everyone in Megakat City a fun and sunny Thursday!
(she yawns and stretches)
And I've got a date with my deck chair back home. Oof. Take us back, Al.

JONNY
Hey, look!

He points as the Enforcer chopper zooms by underneath them, the rotor blades whizzing past, close enough to touch.

ANN
Now where are they going in such a hurry?

Squinting in the bright afternoon sunshine, she sees that their path will take them to Megakat Biochemical Labs. Jonny does, too.

JONNY
Looks like Megakat Biochemical Labs!

ANN
(suddenly all fired up)
Al, go after them!

Sighing, the longsuffering news chopper pilot whips the helicopter around and flies off after the Enforcer one.

EXT. DOWN THE STREET FROM MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - DAY

Felina's chopper approaches Megakat Biochemical Labs and hovers a safe distance down the street. Felina's co-pilot looks through some binoculars as Gray Taylor fidgets in the back.

ENFORCER PILOT
Let's see what we can see...

TAYLOR
(impatient)
Come on, what are we waiting for...?

ENFORCER PILOT
Pipe down, kid. We gotta get the lay of the land.

Taylor frowns.

ENFORCER PILOT
No use rushing i--

He stops short. From his P.O.V. through the binoculars, we see magnified image of the front windows looking into the main lab. Although the huge panes of glass primarily show reflections of the surrounding buildings (including a tiny mirror image of the hovering chopper), the pilot can see Dr. Street and co. ransacking the room, buzzing excitedly this way and that. He lowers the binoculars and his P.O.V. returns to Megakat Biochemical at its normal distance from the aircraft.

FELINA
What is it?

ENFORCER PILOT
Ci-Kat-A! They tried to take over Megakat City once!
(gritting his teeth in fury)
They got a lot of good Enforcers killed that day!

His grip tightens on the control yoke of the chopper, finger twitching at the trigger. Felina places a calming hand on his wrist and his grip relaxes.

FELINA
Easy, Private. I know I wasn't there when this all went down but I can understand your anger. Nevertheless, we've got the element of surprise, so let's not spoil it.

ENFORCER PILOT
(reluctant)
Roger, Lieutenant.

The chopper climbs higher and flies around to flank the building.

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - DAY

coming in from above and behind to land on the rooftop helipad undetected. As the rotor blades wind down, the side door whooshes open and Felina and her co-pilot get out, checking their laser pistols.Lock and load! Taylor squats in the open door.

TAYLOR
What about me?

FELINA
(sternly)
You stay here! Radio for backup!
(to the other Enforcer)
Come on!

They rush towards the rooftop door. Looking angry and dejected, Taylor goes and slumps into the pilot's seat, arms crossed indignantly. He flicks on the radio to report in to Headquarters.

TAYLOR
(grumbling to himself)
So much for my big first mission.
(getting on the radio)
Attention, dispatch! This is Corporal Gray Taylor! We've got a break-in at Megakat Biochemical Labs by some creatures called Ci-Kat-A! Over!
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R.I.P. Gary Owens (1936-2015)


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