The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Sun Mar 18, 2018 4:45 pm

Ci-Kat-A #1 has Taylor pinned to the wall, and starts sinking his salivating mandibles into the Enforcer rookie's throat. The SWAT Kats rush in, Glovatrixes up.

RAZOR
Yikes! That's a lot of Ci-Kat-A!

T-Bone sees scorpion.

T-BONE
(disgusted)
And that!

Ci-Kat-A #1 stops mid-bite, but keeps Taylor held against the wall, turning and opening his mouth. A deluge of vomious yellowish green gunk comes rocketing out, and the two vigilantes dodge deftly, shoulder rolling to either side of the door they entered through. It sails past them, out into the hallway, splattering onto the wall.

RAZOR
Aaghhh! I forgot about that crud!

Lying on his side, he spins, sweeping Ci-Kat-A #1's feet out from under him. Releasing Taylor, he falls onto his back and begins flailing like an overturned turtle, spindly legs kicking. Taylor, clutching his neck, slides down the wall. Rising, Razor helps him stand.

RAZOR
You okay, pal?

TAYLOR
(groggy)
I, uh, I think so...

Razor turns and looks at T-Bone, as the mustached Ci-Kat-A gets up and charges him, snarling.

T-BONE
Here, lemme wax your upper lip for ya!
(aims Glovatrix)
Launching Mini-Tarpedoes!

Globs of blackish sludge shoot out and hit the Ci-Kat-A in the face, sending him flying backwards. He hits the floor, his elbow hitting the flask of Super-Katalast 566 just as a recovering Murdoch is reaching for it. It goes spinning away. Murdoch and Convict #2 watch in suspenseful horror as the whirling container threatens to hit the edge of a shelf and smash. They sigh when it doesn't, slowly spinning to a stop. Murdoch shoves his fellow converted prisoner off of himself.

MURDOCH
Get them! I'll get the katalyzzzt!

Convict #2 nods and, along Ci-Kat-A #3 and #4, rushes over and try and prevent Callie from assisting Felina. Seeing this, T-Bone yells to Razor.

T-BONE
Razor! You and--
(to Taylor)
What's your name?

TAYLOR
(seeming distant)
T-Taylor...

T-BONE
(yelling to Razor)
You and Taylor keep the rest of the bugs busy while I go help Callie and the Lieutenant!

RAZOR
Roger!

Razor turns as Steven, Convicts #3 and #4 and the remaining "old" Ci-Kat-A come rushing at him.

RAZOR
(confident)
No problem.

He kneels down and fires a big net, which scoops up Convict #3, pinning him against the wall. He shrieks in distress, causing Ci-Kat-A #4 to break off and go to help him, leaving Convict #2 and Ci-Kat-A #3 to to descend upon Callie and the pinned Enforcers. With a final grunt, Callie lifts the heavy shelf off of Felina and King, allowing them to wiggle free.

Ci-Kat-A #3 grabs Callie's arm. As Felina and King get up to help her, they're suddenly both grabbed by the giant scorpion's claws, lifting them into the air. The claws squeeze them, forcing the air out of the lungs. Their mouths open and close in silent agony. As Ci-Kat-A #3 is about to bite Callie, T-Bone leaps in and kicks him in the thorax, sending him stumbling backwards over to where Murdoch is crawling on his hands and knees to grab the crucial flask. The staggering drone's heel knocks away, eliciting a growl of annoyance from Murdoch.

T-BONE
(to the scorpion)
Hey, pinchy!

The scorpion turns towards him with its victims in either claw.

T-BONE
Suck smoke!

He fires a gas grenade from his Glovatrix, which hits the creature in the face. Boom! A cloud of black smoke fills the air, momentarily blinding the monstrous arachnid. As it coughs and wheezes, it lowers its arms a bit, weakening its grip enough for Felina and her fellow Enforcer to wiggle free. They fall to the floor as the scorpion defensively backs away, disoriented by the smoke. They're helped to their feet by Callie and T-Bone and rejoin the fight. Punching and kicking. Felina grabs Ci-Kat-A #3's spindly arm and swings him around, using him to hit Convict #2, knocking him flat on his back. She then releases the former MASA guard and he goes sailing through the air, where he becomes entangled in the tubing and wires which run along the lab ceiling, struggling and hissing fiercely.

FELINA
(noticing Murdoch)
Whatever you do, don't let them get those flasks! They've got some kind of important katalysts they want!

T-BONE
Roger that!

He runs over and does a slide across the floor like a baseball player heading for home, kicking the flask just out of Murdoch's reach.

MURDOCH
No!

The flask goes whirling away, then gets sent flying in another direction - towards Razor - by the flailing mustached Ci-Kat-A, still trying to free his eyes from the tar. An enraged Murdoch sets the other flask down out of the way and jumps onto T-Bone, grabbing him in a headlock. They struggle. T-Bone strains and chokes against the bigger con. Murdoch may not be able to convert the big SWAT Kat by biting him yet, but he can break his neck! T-Bone strains and gurgles, eyes slowly closing.

Meanwhile, Razor, using his martial arts skills, deflect clumsy blows being thrown by Steven and the other Ci-Kat-A. A sideways chop to the neck sends the converted guard stumbling away to crash against a desk. He catches a punch thrown by Convict #3, using his momentum to swing him around, pinning his arm behind his back, twisting it. As he does so, the con's heel nicks the flask of Katalyst 566, sending it spinning away into the middle of the room.

The converted prisoner yelps in pain and then Razor rams him against the wall, knocking him out. He then ducks as Ci-Kat-A #4 swoops in, allowing him to smack into the wall. As the dazed kat-insect lands, turning, Razor delivers a double punch to his midsection, kicking him aside, where he remains on his feet, dazed. Finally he turns and jump-kicks Convict #4, sending him staggering and stumbling uncontrollably across the room. He unintentionally kicks the still-spinning flask of Katalyst 566 back over to where Murdoch is attempting to choke out T-Bone.

Convict #4, himself, smacks into the big window overlooking the street, making Ann and Jonny jump back in surprise. Nevertheless, Jonny films the dazed prisoner slowly sliding down, face and palms against the glass, face humorously squished and scrunched as it presses against the window. He thunks into a heap on the floor. The impact has snapped Street out of his reverie, and he turns to look at the chaos behind him, angry.

The flask of Katalyst 566 finally comes to a halt back where it originally started - over by T-Bone and Murdoch - the orange liquid inside sloshing.

Meanwhile, as Razor fights Ci-Kat-A #4, who was recovered enough to fight, the thin SWAT Kat has noticed something amiss.

RAZOR
(exchanging blows with the Ci-Kat-A)
Hey! Why aren't you firing?

He delivers a final punch to the Ci-Kat-A's face and he teeters and falls to lie sprawled on the floor, then turns to find Taylor standing holding his gun, head down, panting heavily. Suddenly he stiffens, raising his head and opening his eyes. They're green and insectoid!

RAZOR
(shocked)
Oh, that's why...

With a hiss, Taylor raises his gun and fires at Razor, who leaps aside and up, onto the wall, as the laser blast continues on and hits the armored glass, splintering it but not shattering it as it passes through it, leaving a little hole.

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - DAY

The laser blast barely misses the tail of the news chopper, spooking Al.

AL
That's it, I'm moving us away from here.

Ordinarily one to argue with her pilot and insist on staying despite danger, Ann is weirded out by her little "moment" with Street.

ANN
A good idea!

The chopper banks away.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - RESEARCH LAB

Murdoch grins, close to killing T-Bone, when suddenly a voice behind him stops him.

FELINA
Hey!

MURDOCH
Huh?

He turns and all he sees is Enforcer-issue boot being planted in his bug-eyed mug. Felina brutally kicks him off of T-Bone and he releases the big SWAT Kat, and lands with a thud between the katalyst shelves. The shelves rock, jostling the flasks on them, but thankfully nothing falls off. Murdoch lies there, breathing heavily, but doesn't get up.

T-BONE
(gagging and coughing)
Th-Thanks, Lieutenant...

FELINA
No problem.

Meanwhile Razor is running along the wall, being shot at by Taylor and Steven, the recovered former security guard having drawn his own gun. Observing, T-Bone and Felina rush to the rescue as Murdoch sits up robotically, frowning, then smiles, seeing both crucial flasks close at hand. He grabs them.

Razor deftly dodges all the laser blasts, landing and sweeping Steven's legs out from under him. He cries out as he hits the floor and Razor kicks the gun from his hand, then turns and finds Taylor's gun barrel right at his forehead, cursing himself. From offscreen, Felina gasps in horror, as does King.

FELINA
Taylor!

KING
(distraught)
Oh no!

Taylor turns and glares at them, allowing Razor to grab the laser pistol and twist it out of the converted Enforcer's hand. Taylor growls angrily. Razor punches him in the throat. Felina winces. King raises a shaky hand, trying to aim at the converted rookie.

KING
(anguished)
I can't get a clean shot...

Suddenly there's the muted "Pew!" of a gas-propelled dart gun, and Taylor staggers back, clutching at his neck to find a feathered dart sticking out of his neck. After a moment, he wobbles and collapses to the floor, revealing Dr. Belljar holding a tranquilizer rifle, a spare dart clenched in his teeth. Roar! Razor turns and sees the huge scorpion scuttling towards him, abdomen up, tail uncurling to strike.

RAZOR
Mini Turboblades!

He fires. The Turboblades sail through the air, slicing off the tip of the scorpion's segmented tail and the stinger with it. The creature shrieks piercingly. It bats at Razor with its claws, snapping and slicing at the air. Meanwhile, Dr. Belljar takes the spare dart out from between his teeth, loading it into the tranquilizer rifle. The scorpion's left claw lashes out, grabbing Razor's wrist, squeezing and cracking his Glovatrix.

RAZOR
Aaghhh! Hey! Let go, you overgrown...!

"Pew!" Another dart sails through the air and sticks in the scorpion's side. It growls, releasing Razor, who staggers back, clutching his wrist and inspecting his damaged Glovatrix. The scorpion's movements become lethargic, and after a moment, it lies down on the floor and ceases to move. Razor sighs in relief.

The various Ci-Kat-A are either recovering or freeing themselves and regrouping. The one with the mustache has even managed to wipe all the tar off of his face, although some globs remain in his facial hair. Except for the unconscious Taylor, Steven, who lays by the door, and Murdoch, who is nowhere to be seen, they all converge on and surrounded Street, looking like a street gang ready for a rumble.

CALLIE
Now what...?

T-BONE
Round two, is what.

The SWAT Kats and Enforcers prepare for another go, when suddenly Murdoch comes running into view, holding a flask labelled Super-Katalyst 566. He holds it up triumphantly.

MURDOCH
Zzzstreet!

T-BONE
Oh, no, ya don't!

As he aims his Glovatrix, however, Steven the guard leaps up and chomps on his arm.

T-BONE
Yeeeeooouch!

He punches Steven in the head, making him relinquish his hold, and the guard staggers over to where the other Ci-Kat-A are. T-Bone is all panicky, rubbing his forearm where he was bitten. A grinning Murdoch hands the flask to Street. Hurrying, Dr. Belljar takes another spare dart out of his lab coat and loads the tranquilizer rifle again.

STREET
Fortunately for you, ZzzzWat Kat, I have more prezzzing matterzzz than zzzettling old scorezzz.

Turning, he shrieks, making everyone wince and cover their ears (except the other Ci-Kat-A, of course), blowing the armored panes of glass out of the window frames. The wincing Belljar drops the tranq rifle. Leaping onto the sill, glass crunching under his feet, Street yells back over his shoulder.

STREET
But believe me, that reckoning izzz coming... and zzzoooner than you think!
(to the other Ci-Kat-A)
Let'zzz go!

Spreading his wings, he flies off. His ten underlings follow. The five "old" Ci-Kat-A, who can fly, grip the five newly converted kats under their arms and carry them as they zoom off after Street. The SWAT Kats and Enforcers fire after them to no avail. Even Callie grabs the dropped tranq rifle and takes aim, but Street is too far out of range now, too far ahead of the pack. She grimaces and lowers the rifle.

T-BONE
(rubbing his arm)
A reckoning? What's he talkin' about?

RAZOR
(musing)
Well, we did squish his lady friend last time...
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by marklungo » Sun Mar 18, 2018 5:18 pm

Nice script so far, Koosh! BTW, Taylor really should have stayed in the chopper. And why do I think he's going to learn that lesson the hard way?
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Sun Mar 18, 2018 8:10 pm

marklungo wrote:And why do I think he's going to learn that lesson the hard way?
Maybe because you've seen Glenn Leopold's original outline? However, even though I'm doing a lot of things differently, including Gray's end fate, you're still right. You'll just have to wait and see. TboneLaughCait
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Mon Mar 19, 2018 6:18 pm

EXT. MEGAKAT CITY - DAY

The flying group of very jubilant Ci-Kat-A pass by the hovering news chopper. A visibly uneasy Ann, Jonny and Al watch them go past. The Ci-Kat-A pay them no mind, save Street, who stops, turns, using his rapidly-beating wings to hover in place like a grotesque hummingbird.

STREET
(to the other Ci-Kat-A)
Go on without me.

He then cautiously approaches the hovering aircraft. Al's eyes widen, and Ann is grabbing at his shirt, trying to find her voice as she watches the horrific parody of a once handsome scientist she kind of flirted with once or twice approaching them, trying to tell the pilot to get them out of there. Dutiful Jonny is, of course, filming with his camera, but he unbuckles his seatbelt, ready to leap to Ann and Al's defense if the need arises.

Street lands with delicate ease on the news chopper's passenger side runner, the whirling rotor blades whipping his hair and antennae around, and, since the helicopter lacks front doors, he makes one, tearing a more or less door-sized hole in the fuselage to expose Ann sitting buckled into the front passenger seat. The reporter sits frozen with terror but also with morbid curiosity. As one would toss aside a wadded up piece of paper, Street flings the torn off section of metal away, and it goes whirling off like a crooked Frisbee to who-knows-where.

With his free hand (the other holding the mislabeled mystery katalyst), he grabs Ann's wrist in what at first we take to be a violent gesture, but soon turns tender. Ann drops her microphone.

ANN
(managing to find her voice)
D-Dr. Street...

STREET
(all schmooze)
Ms. Gora... I muzzzt apologize for my rudenezzz the lazzzt time we zzzpoke. Azzz I zzzsaid at the time... I wazzz buzzzy. I hope you can forgive me.

Pretending to be filming, Jonny surreptitiously slides across the rear seat to Ann's side, meaning to open the sliding door there and intervene, but Street reaches in over Ann's shoulder and punches the hapless cameraman with the knuckles of the hand holding the flask. The thick glass of the flask clunks off of Jonny's head and he is knocked backward, almost falling out of the helicopter. Although he doesn't, his camera does; it flies out the open door on the other side, plummets to the street, and smashes on the asphalt. Back inside the chopper, as Jonny lies unconscious in back, Ann and Al frozen in fear, Street resumes turning on the... let's say "charm."

STREET
My apologiezzz for that interruption.

He moves to kiss (or bite!) Ann's hand. Her delicate-looking hand comes closer and closer to those deadly-looking mandibles. With her other hand, she grabs Street's shoulder and shoves, knocking the converted MASA scientist off of the runner he was perched on. His buzzing wings prevent his falling, and he keeps ahold of the flask.

STREET
(pretending to be crestfallen)
Ah, well. Perhapzzz the mood wazzz wrong, my queen.

Suddenly, Al points.

AL
The Enforcers!

An annoyed Street turns and looks at an approaching squadron of Enforcer choppers. He turns back to Ann.

STREET
We muzzzt do thizzz... zzzome other time.

He flies off. A shaken Ann and Al watch him go.

ANN
(confused)
"Queen?"

AL
What was he talking about...?

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - RESEARCH LAB

The SWAT Kats can only watch with gritted teeth through the broken windows.

T-BONE
Come on, let's get to the Turbokat!

RAZOR
No way, buddy. Those bug-eyed bandits are long gone by now.

T-BONE
(sighs)
Good point...
(suddenly remembering)
Aw, no! My arm! Aghhh! That guy bit me! I'm gonna turn into one of them!

Dr. Belljar comes over and examines him.

BELLJAR
Which one bit you?

T-BONE
That security guard guy...

BELLJAR
(smiles)
You're fine. He hadn't developed the mandibles or the venom necessary for conversion.

T-Bone sighs in relief, looking down and noticing Belljar's bare feet. Hearing a cry of alarm from Callie, the SWAT Kats turn. Taylor has gotten up. The sedative has certainly worn off quickly. Since he was bitten by a regular drone he is next to mindless and runs snarling at the group. Simultaneously, both SWAT Kats take with aim with their Glovatrixes and fire weighted nets, which encircle and entrap the converted Enforcer rookie, while Felina and King launch knockout gas grenades from their sidearms (as in "Mutation City"), and Callie finishes him off by firing the remaining dart from the tranq gun which sticks into his shoulder. Taylor thrashes a bit before the double dose of sleep agents do their work and he collapses into a heap, entangled in the nets.

CALLIE
(with satisfaction)
That ought to keep him out this time.

BELLJAR
Long enough to get him into one of the special holding cells upstairs.
(to the Enforcers)
If you'll assist me?

FELINA
(nods solemnly)
Roger.
(to King)
I'll get his arms, you get his legs.

Following Dr. Belljar, Felina and King carry their fallen fellow Enforcer from the trashed lab. After they're gone and it's just the SWAT Kats, T-Bone notices Callie's bare feet as he had Dr. Belljar's.

T-BONE
How come you and the Doc--

CALLIE
(bristling a bit)
Why is everyone asking about my--our feet?
(sighs)
We took our shoes off to climb an elevator cable to escape the Ci-Kat-A.
(calming and managing a smile)
A trick I learned from Razor here.

Razor smirks. T-Bone scowls.

CALLIE
Anyway, I should probably go and oversee Corporal Taylor's transfer to the holding cell and talk to Dr. Belljar about what, if anything, can be done for him.
(mumbling to herself)
And maybe find my purse...

She walks out. The SWAT Kats turn and resume looking out the window.

T-BONE
Now what...?

RAZOR
We leave it to the professionals for now, T-Bone. There's nothing else you and I can do here. We're not scientists, after all.
(grumbles)
Besides, Burke and Murray are waiting for us at the park.

T-BONE
(grinning)
Yeah, where I'm gonna whip your tail,

RAZOR
Fat chance!

They leave the room.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by marklungo » Mon Mar 19, 2018 8:51 pm

Nodding, Felina runs over and starts struggling to pull the shelf off of Felina and the Enforcer pilot.
Methinks a correction is called for here.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Mon Mar 19, 2018 10:13 pm

Fixed. RazLaugh
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Tue Mar 20, 2018 12:35 pm

EXT. THE DEAD FOREST - DAY

An establishing shot of Dr. Viper's tree.

VIPER
(O.S.)
You foolsss!

INT. SWAMP LAIR - LAB

The other ten Ci-Kat-A (Steven, the prisoners and the "old" Ci-Kat-A") stand in a loose group nearby. The mustached Ci-Kat-A is cleaning himself like, well, a cat (or a cockroach), licking his forearm and washing his face in an effort to free his facial hair from the remnants of the Tarpedo gunk. Viper is over by the worktable, yelling at Street. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, the mushroom monster is positioned over on the other side of the room, observing the proceedings like a hawk, ready to strike if Viper needs him.

VIPER
You idiotic bugsss! How could you bungle such a sssimple mission?!

Viper is extremely animated, his tail lashing this way and that, waving his arms around, whilst Street is the very picture of calm and composed. At least on the outside. His jerking antennae betray a slowly-boiling anger at being talked to this way by his "colleague."

STREET
(holding up the flask)
In cazzze you failed to notizze, we did manage to acquire your precious katalyzzzt, Doctor.

Viper snatches it from him and gingerly puts it on the table.

VIPER
And a good thing, too! Or elssse--

STREET
(stepping forward)
Or elzzze what?

The other Ci-Kat-A tense. The one with the mustache stops washing himself. Realizing he's outnumbered, Viper leaves the threat unfinished. Instead, he turns the topic to the recent additions to Street's little bug-eyed crew.

VIPER
And where did thessse six come from?

STREET
I told you I had to bite someone who worked there.

VIPER
And them?

He jerks a thumb at the other five, fully transformed original drones.

STREET
All that remainzzz of the original Ci-Kat-A, imprizzoned for zzzstudy.
(clenches his fist)
I had to free them! And bezzzidezzz, it'zz actually zzzeven. We had to leave one of our newly-anointed brotherzzz behind due to interference from--

VIPER
(interrupting)
Ssspare me your sssob storiesss, Ssstreet! The mission was sssupposed to be in and out without being detected!
(prods him in the chest)
You've failed me! And if you hadn't gotten the katalyssst, I'd be even angrier than I am now!

The other Ci-Kat-A relax, concluding, perhaps correctly, perhaps not, that, at this point, Viper's outbursts are little more than toothless threats. They relax into near motionlessness and the one with the mustache resumes cleaning himself. Street remains wary however. His developing plan notwithstanding, he is cautious, and gives the mushroom monster a sideways glance.

Grabbing and uncorking the flask of what he thinks is Super-Katalyst 566, Viper pours some of it into the big metal beaker from earlier, then puts the stopper back in with a look of smug satisfaction. The contents of the beaker bubble and boil in a manner he didn't expect it to. Stroking his not-inconsiderable chin in thought, he watches the developing chemical reactions, then uses an eyedropper to suck some of the brackish-looking liquid up.

Street tenses a bit as Viper goes to a potted Venus' flytrap containing three "mouths" on stems. He applies a drop of the liquid and stands back. Whatever Viper expected to happen, he is shocked when the plant, twitching and growing, bursts free of the pot, flying potting soil everywhere, gasping as the three stems separate into three distinct creatures. Their roots develop into spindly, hairy insect legs, and diseased-looking wings sprout from their backs. They are now VENUS TRAP FLIES! Viper grabs the flask, looks at the label, then looks at Street.

VIPER
That wasn't sssupposed to happen! Sssomething's wrong...

He prods at the label with his thumb, gasping at how easily it peels away and falls off.

VIPER
Thissss isn't Katalyst 566! You-- You ssswitched the labelsss!

STREET
Yezzz, we did.

With a ferocious snarl, he hurls the flask at Street, who ducks. The flask smashes through one of the dirty, murky windows, splashing into the water far below. Viper is beyond enraged.

VIPER
You tricked me!
(shrieking so fiercely his voice becomes hoarse)
Whaaaat issss iiiiiit??!?

STREET
Zzzuper-Katalyzzzt Zzzix Zzzix Zzzix!

Viper looks confused.

VIPER
What? But, but that hasss nothing to do with--

STREET
(interrupting)
The zzzsmall pathetic dreamzzz of a mere Earth mutant?

Viper reels from this. His mushroom monster tenses, tentacles wriggling in anticipation, furious at his master's betrayal. He looks for a moment to attack.

STREET
Zzzuper-Katalyzzzt Zzzix Zzzix Zzzix will be better zzzerved azzz part of my plan for a new breed of Ci-Kat-A to rule Megakat Zzzity! And eventually the world!

Pushing past a stupefied Viper, he goes and looks into the bubbling metal beaker happily.

STREET
Thankzzz to you, I have all that I need to enact my real plan. To create a race of mega-inzzzect zzzervants loyal to me to zzzend them to create a dizzztraction while I dezzztroy the Megakat Nuclear Plant, to irradiate the entire zzity!

VIPER
(furious)
Nooooo! My ssswamp city can't grow under sssuch conditions!

STREET
That'zzz the idea, you pitiful reptile! It will provide an endlezzz zzzource of food for the new Ci-Kat-A race my queen will bear for me!

With a roar, the mushroom monster attacks! But as per Street's plan, the five original Ci-Kat-A open their mouths and unleash an ugly torrent of their sticky yellowish slime which splatters all over the creature, knocking him back with the force of five firehoses. He ends up plastered to the wall, whimpering, looking very worried and confused. Satisfied, Street turns and grabs Viper by the scrawny neck, lifting him up.

STREET
Your feeble-minded and zzzimplizzzstic creationzzz are no match for the zzzuperior Ci-Kat-A race!

VIPER
(gagging)
Ha! You aren't even true Ci-Kat-A! You're jussst cheap imitationsss!

STREET
(angry)
True, but once I have my queen... the pure Ci-Kat-A race will be reborn!

VIPER
But reborn from a she-kat converted by your bite! They'll ssstill be the offspring of--

He's cut off as Street squeezes tighter, making him gag.

STREET
I have no time to argue technicalitiezzz with you, Viper!

He bites Viper. Nothing happens. Street looks confused.

VIPER
(smirks)
Did you really think I'd ally myssself with you without firssst developing and injecting myssself with an antidote to your ssslave venom?

Street's confusion turns to anger.

STREET
I may not be able to bite you, Viper, but I can crush the life out of you!

VIPER
Ughhh!

He swings his tail, knocking Street aside, forcing him to release him.

STREET
Zzzzubdue him!

As the drones turn and rush towards Viper, the evil biochemist turns and leaps through the already partially broken window.

EXT. SWAMP LAIR - DAY

Viper falls flailing into the murky water far below. The Ci-Kat-A go to the window and look down. They only see ripples and bubbles.

STREET
(O.S.)
Let him go!

INT. SWAMP LAIR - LAB

The assembled Ci-Kat-A turn from the window to face their leader.

STREET
He can't zzztop uzzz now! We have work to do!

The mushroom monster, still stuck to the wall, just watches, half worried, half annoyed, then grunts, straining against the muck holding him imprisoned, which has hardened. The Ci-Kat-A ignore him as no threat. Finally he manages a lopsided smirk, and liquefies himself. As a green puddle, he oozes across the floor and down the stairs to escape unnoticed.

EXT. THE DEAD FOREST - DAY

Viper surfaces from the water, gasping, looking at his tree, now taken from him. He shakes a fist.

VIPER
You bug-eyed foolsss will regret betraying Dr. Viper!

After a moment, his mushroom monster pops up beside him, just his mushroom cap, kat ears, and eyes showing, looking around. Viper pats him on the head. Turning, he begins swimming and the monster follows.

VIPER
I've got to get to Enforcer Headquartersss...

He looks very unhappy at the thought, as does his creation. Bubbles surfacing around the partially-submerged monster indicate his underwater mouth is voicing extreme disapproval.

VIPER
I know, I know! Desperate timesss call for desperate measuresss...

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - TOP SECRET LAB

The converted Taylor has been confined to one of the glass-doored cells. The giant scorpion is in another, snapping its claws angrily. Taylor snarls and thrashes uselessly against the glass. Watching him sadly is Dr. Belljar, who's got his shoes and socks back on. Standing beside him, along with a few ENFORCER COMMANDOS, is DR. KONWAY, his face a mask of professional detachment as he observes the imprisoned Enforcer, hands stuffed into his lab coat pockets.

KONWAY
You were right to call me down here.

BELLJAR
It seems, sadly, we've done all we can for these poor souls here.

Konway smiles and lays a hand on his colleague's shoulder.

KONWAY
(sympathetically)
You did your best. Now it's time for the Enforcers' bio-tech division to take over.
(grimly)
After all, this time, it's one of our own.

BELLJAR
I understand, Sam. And thank you.

He looks in on Taylor, who is licking the glass. A shudder runs through Belljar.

KONWAY
I'll supervise his transfer immediately.

Standing nearby is Callie Briggs, who is talking to Ann Gora.

ANN
It was the strangest thing ever. I mean, I remember Street could be a little flirtatious when he was... normal, but.

CALLIE
Believe me, Ann, I know what it's like having a crazy villain creep on you like that.

ANN
Well, I think after that, a good lie-down on my sofa at home is in order. I'll see you later, Callie.

She exits as SGT. TALON walks in with Callie's purse. He holds it out to her.

TALON
Here you are, Deputy Mayor.

CALLIE
Thank you, Sergeant.

She digs around inside and is somewhat distressed to discover the communicator missing.

CALLIE
Sergeant?

Turning to go, Talon pauses.

TALON
Yes, Ms. Briggs?

CALLIE
Is this...
(choosing her words carefully)
...all that was in the purse? And around it on the floor, I mean?

The Sergeant raises an eyebrow. He seems confused by the question.

TALON
Um, well, yes, Ms. Briggs. I gathered everything up and put it in the purse.
(concerned)
Why? Is anything missing?

CALLIE
No. Well, I mean, yes, but...

TALON
(smiles)
I'll have my men search this floor a little more thoroughly.

CALLIE
No, that won't be necessary, Sergeant. It isn't important. But if you do see it, it's a makeup compact. Kind of triangle-shaped.

She makes a triangle shape with her hands.

TALON
(nods)
Yes ma'am.

FERAL
(offscreen)
Something like this...?

They turn. COMMANDER FERAL's enormous frame fills the doorway. In one huge hand, he holds the communicator. One of his fingers is dangerously near the button in the middle. Feral turns the object over in his hand as one would a silver dollar, then... smiles and holds it out to Callie.

FERAL
(friendly)
I found it over by a potted plant in the hall. I hope it's what you're looking for, Ms. Briggs.

Callie manages to take the communicator back from him without her hand shaking. Reassured, she smiles back, nodding her gratitude to the taller kat.

CALLIE
Thank you very much, Commander.

Feral nods and immediately returns to "gruff Enforcer mode," as he exits the lab, followed by Sgt. Talon.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - HALLWAY

They encounter Felina, who is leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She is rather pointedly not entering the room where Taylor is imprisoned. Seeing her uncle, she opens her mouth to say something, pushing off the wall to stand a little straighter.

FERAL
(cutting her off)
It wasn't your fault, Lieutenant. Corporal Taylor should've obeyed your orders and remained in the vehicle.

Felina closes her mouth.

FELINA
(after a moment)
I just can't help but feel responsible...

FERAL
(warm and sympathetic)
As his commanding officer, that's entirely understandable. But at the end of the day--

The walkie-talkie attached to Talon's belt squawks. He unclips it.

TALON
(into the radio)
Talon here.

We hear indistinct chatter. His eyes widen.

TALON
Commander, we need to get down to Headquarters. There's an... interesting situation developing.

FERAL
Well? What is it?

TALON
It's Dr. Viper, sir. Apparently he wants to surrender himself.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Wed Mar 21, 2018 11:11 am

EXT. THE DEAD FOREST - DAY

The ground rumbles, sending ripples and waves through the scummy water. Scrawny-looking swamp birds screech and take off. Alligators hiss in annoyance, submerging. We follow the source of the tremor to...

EXT. SWAMP LAIR - DAY

Dr. Viper's towering tree lair quakes ominously. From the root-entangled base there is a sudden eruption as a group of three GIANT MUTANT GRUB WORMS burst forth through the rotten, moss-covered bark surface. They're about fifty feet long, pale white in color, covered in sickening-looking pustules. Their heads are tiny in comparison to their big, sluglike bodies, their most noticeable facial features being their big, Ci-Kat-A-like green compound eyes and their mouths, which consists of thin, spoutlike proboscises surrounded and protected by big serrated mandibles like those of an ant.

They drag their heaving, pulsing bulks along through the mucky, muddy water using four thickly-muscled black jointed legs ending in wickedly-clawed hands with opposable thumbs, headed off through the Dead Forest towards the very distant skyline of Megakat City several miles outside of the swamp, just visible in the polluted, misty haze.

Following after them, making sickly buzzing sounds, are the three Venus Trap Flies Viper unintentionally created earlier. A very satisfied-looking Dr. Street walks out of the big hole they created. Behind him, his ten compatriots linger excitedly. In one hand he holds a stoppered flask containing the vile brew used to create the big grubs.

STREET
Now beginzzz a new dawn for uzzz.
(calling after the grubs)
Go! Wreak havoc in Megakat Zzity!
(turns to Murdoch)
While we purzzzue our true objective. I'll get the queen. The rezzzt of you know your tazzks.

There are affirmative buzzes. The Ci-Kat-A take off. Once again, those capable of flight carry those who can't yet. Street slips the test tube into the pocket of his threadbare lab coat, where it clinks against Callie's communicator, and then he flies off, giving a buzzing cackle.

STREET
I'm ready for our "private interview," Ms. Gora!

EXT. ENFORCER HEADQUARTERS - DAY

A line of Enforcer sedans, with Feral's in the lead, pulls around the corner. Following them is an Enforcer-issue ambulance (carrying Taylor). The convoy stops at a most unusual sight. Commandos surround Dr. Viper and his mushroom monster, who've emerged from the sewer in front of the building (we can see the open manhole cover). Viper has his arms raised, palms turned up towards sky in a gesture of surrender. Commander Feral and Felina get out of the lead car and walk over.

FERAL
What's going on here?

A commando turns and tries to explain things.

LEAD COMMANDO
I dunno, sir! He and that... that thing of his just popped out of the sewer suddenly!

FERAL
And...?

LEAD COMMANDO
And that's it. They haven't moved since--

Seeing Feral, Viper turns. This sudden movement makes all the commandos jump back.

VIPER
Commander Feral! I have to ssspeak with you!

FERAL
The only thing I'm willing to discuss with you, Viper, is which prison cell you'll find most accommodating before the D.A. can set your trial date!

Reaching inside his greatcoat, he pulls his laser pistol.

VIPER
Wait! It'sss very important! It'sss about the fate of everyone in Megakat City! Including me!

Feral blinks, looking at Felina, then turns back to Viper.

FERAL
All right, scuzz bucket. I'm listening. But I warn you. No tricks.

He levels the blaster right between the mutant's eyes.

FERAL
Or I'll shoot you where you stand.

Closeup of Viper's smirking face.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Post by Kooshmeister » Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:05 pm

INT. SUBWAY - TUNNEL

A four car subway train shoots down the tunnel. Suddenly, the tunnel wall explodes inwards as one of the giant grub worms burrows through. Crying out in surprise, the train's MOTORMAN hits the brakes. The train skids to an abrupt halt, the terrified PASSENGERS (about twenty in all) screaming as they're all thrown forward. The train comes to a stop just before it collides with the worm, who turns and spews forth a torrent of acidic slime all over the windshield of the driver's cabin. The motorman gets up from his seat as the cabin around him melts, throwing open the door and exiting into the main area of the train as the entire front end of the vehicle melts into metallic sludge, the passengers screaming.

They all watch as the worm, rather than continuing to attack the train, turns and plunges headfirst into the wall on the opposite end of the tunnel, and burrows through rapidly. It's followed by the rest of the mutant menagerie - the other grub worms, the Venus Trap Flies and the various Ci-Kat-A (Steven the guard, the convicts and the original converted MASA guards). These all go straight into the tunnel created by the lead worm, all save the fully converted former MASA guards. The Ci-Kat-A with the mustache, in the lead, buzzes threateningly towards the open front of the stopped subway train. He slashes at the terrified motorman and passengers with his claws, then jumps onto the motorman and bites his neck.

The rest of the people in the train scream as the other Ci-Kat-A swoop towards them, clawed hands extended towards them...

EXT. MANX MUNICIPAL PARK - DAY

The park is bustling with activity. Families having picnics lie on blankets and eat food. Cyclists pedal along the bike paths that wind through the park's sparsely-forested landscape. The enormous statue of Mayor Manx has some graffiti sprayed on its bask, but overall the park named after him seems to be in generally good condition considering its disastrous grand opening in "The Giant Bacteria."

Chance and Jake skate around over near the statue. Their mood is generally gloomy.

CHANCE
Tough luck about that new Enforcer guy. What was his name?

JAKE
Taylor

CHANCE
Yeah, Taylor. I remember now. Poor guy. As if we needed any more reason to hate those nasty bugs...

He shudders, rubbing himself where he himself got bitten by Steven.

CHANCE
I really, really hate the Ci-Kat-A. I just wish we knew where they went.

Jake skates in a circle around Chance.

JAKE
(trying to sound optimistic)
Relax, buddy. Street's bound to surface again sometime soon. Whatever he and his bug-eyed crew have planned with that katalyst they took, we'll stop 'em. We just gotta wait for 'em to act. Until then, we can't just rush off trying to look for 'em because we don't have the slightest clue where to begin.
(smiles)
So just enjoy some time off for a change, will ya? Beautiful day, fresh air, lovely scenery...

He trails off, eyeing the Manx statue.

JAKE
(chuckles)
Well, mostly.

MURRAY
(offscreen)
Hey, guys!

Jake halts beside Chance and they watch as Burke and Murray come walking up. Both of them are carrying rollerskates. Chance grumbles. Jake urges his friend with a pat on the shoulder to be civil. Burke and Murray put on their rollerskates and prove to be surprisingly graceful skaters despite their odd proportions, bulk and general seeming clumsiness. Clearly enjoying themselves, the brothers make a point of showing off. Murray is wearing a Walkman, through which "The Nutcracker Suite" can be heard tinnily as he pirouts about. Chance shakes his head. Jake just chuckles.

MAYOR MANX'S long white limousine pulls into the park. One of the tinted black windows rolls down and Manx leans out, waving to an uncaring public, who mostly ignore him. The limo parks near the statue. The uniformed CHAUFFEUR gets out and goes to open the back door, but it flies out. The chauffeur jumps back as Manx gets out in his golfing clothes, nine iron in one hand, crumpled sheaf of speech notes in Callie Briggs' handwriting in the other.

MANX
(excited)
Come, Callie! I want to get this wretched speech over with so I make my tee time!

He runs off towards the statue. Callie Briggs, getting out after him, purse slung over her shoulder and briefcase in hand, sighs and exchanges tired looks with the chauffeur, who merely shakes his head and shuts the door. They watch Manx standing at the base of his statue beginning to deliver a speech about progress and low crime rates to no one in particular. Noticing Chance and Jake, Callie smiles and walks over. The chauffeur stays by the limo.

CALLIE
Well, if it isn't my two favorite auto mechanics.

JAKE
Hi, Callie.

CALLIE
Nice to see you two out and about. What's the occasion? Or is it just for fun?

JAKE
Yeah, that and, uh...

Chance skates past them.

CHANCE
We needed a break from mindsucking stupidity, but it followed us.

Callie glances at Burke and Murray.

JAKE
Ignore him. We made a date with them to come here and hang out, believe it or not...

CHANCE
The rollerskating Schlepper Brothers...

Callie turns back to Chance and Jake.

CALLIE
I see. Well, you know the old saying. You can't pick your friends, Chance.

At this, she looks over at the wildly gesticulating Manx, still droning on and being ignored by the park goers. Suddenly a MUGGER on skates shoots past and grabs Callie's purse.

CALLIE
Hey!

Chance and Jake immediately move to pursue him.

CHANCE
Don't you worry, Callie! We'll catch this guy!

Before they can move, Callie, gripping the handle of her briefcase tightly, turns and flings it after the retreating thief. It hits him in the small of his back, sending him sprawling. With a yelp, he crashes to the ground and the contents of Callie's purse scatter all over the cement. Burke, Murray and a few other bystanders all applaud.

BURKE
Nice shot!

MURRAY
He's gonna be feelin' that for a while!

A little numbly, Chance and Jake go and help Callie pick up the dropped items from her purse. She smiles.

CALLIE
Thanks, guys.

JAKE
Don't mention it. Say, that was pretty impressive, Callie.

CALLIE
Self-defense classes. The SWAT Kats can't be everywhere at once, after all.

Suddenly, the ground trembles. Everyone looks around in confusion. Birds fly screeching in a wild panic from the trees.

JAKE
It must be some kind of earthquake!

The ground splits open and the giant grub worms erupt into view, sending chunks of earth and concrete flying in all directions. They bellow angrily, emitting a gurgling hiss, drooling slime hideously from their probscises. Where it hits the ground, it steams and begins eating through it. People begin screaming and running away. Numbly, standing and watching openmouthed, Chance releases his hold on the terrified mugger, allowing him to skate away. He hurriedly disappears into the anonymity of the fleeing crowds.

MURRAY
(screams)
Yaaahhh! Let's get outta here!

Burke grabs him, slinging Murray onto his back, and begins skating away.

CHANCE
Aw, man, can't we just have one nice day without anything bad happening?

DRAMATIC SHOT of Grub #1 as it rears up, roaring, then lunges forward!

FADE OUT

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

Post by AkaneKitty » Thu Mar 22, 2018 4:10 pm

I love it Koosh! Keep up the good work!
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