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The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 12:08 pm
by Kooshmeister
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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ACT ONE

FADE IN:

EXT. ENFORCER SUBSTATION - NIGHT

An Enforcer 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, Murd, how come we're in Megakat Swamp, again?

MURDOCH
'Cause, genius, the Enforcers will never think to look for us this place! It's our ticket outta spendin' the rest of our nine lives in jail cells, so shut up and keep movin'!

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!

Convict #1 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. 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
(scared, too)
Y-Yeah, Murd? 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 off 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 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-Murd, 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 awakened, 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 convulsing, 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 con. 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!

Convict #1's scream echoes out across the swamp...

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 12:13 pm
by Kooshmeister
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 and a new cooler.

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!

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:04 pm
by marklungo
Good work so far, Koosh. Looking forward to the rest of your fan script.

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2018 12:03 pm
by Kooshmeister
Hit a bit of a snag. But I'll continue it ASAP.

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 8:24 pm
by NightSlayer2
This is good work Kooshmeister. I like this script a lot.

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 8:28 pm
by Kooshmeister
Thanks. I just dunno when I'll get around to continuing it.

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 7:25 am
by Kooshmeister
INT. SWAMP LAIR - LAB

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 azzzizztanzze.
(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 swampy landscape 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, FELINA FERAL is flying. Enforcer pilot KING is sitting beside her. Riding in back is a rookie Enforcer, GRAY TAYLOR, who can barely contain his excitement. He's dressed in the uniform of an Enforcer 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?

KING
(droll)
You say "Lieutenant."

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

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

KING
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...

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - DAY

An establishing shot of the fortress-like building.

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.

STEVEN
(waking up)
Oh, hi, Doc!

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
STEVEN
Come to see the freak show again?

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
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.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - HALLWAY

Belljar walks off down the hall toward the elevator. He checks his wristwatch.

BELLJAR
I'm going back upstairs. I need to call Dr. Konway over at Enforcer Headquarters before I meet with the Deputy Mayor. 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, when suddenly the duct cover of an air vent flies off and lands on the floor. Suddenly very attentive, 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!

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - 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 LABS - 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.

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.

The doors shut.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - ELEVATOR

The two talk as they ride up.

CALLIE
(turning serious)
CALLIE
I hope you have some good news for me, Doctor. I have five families who are very anxious for answers. Answers they deserve.

BELLJAR
Sadly, the latest test results aren't very encouraging...

CALLIE
I want to have a look for myself, anyway.

Belljar sighs.

BELLJAR
Fine, follow me. Sam Konway over at Enforcer Headquarters has a few interesting ideas.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY

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

BELLJAR
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 cons. 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, tearing the shoulder strap, 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, ripping her skirt all the way up past her mid-thigh in the process.

Murdoch doubles over in wheezing agony. 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 towards them. 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. 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. 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.

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.
(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.

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!

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 10:22 am
by Kooshmeister
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 LABS - DAY

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

KING
Let's see what we can see...

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

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

Taylor frowns.

KING
No use rushing i--

He stops short. From King's 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), King 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?

KING
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, King. 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.

KING
(reluctant)
Roger, Lieutenant.

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

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - 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 King 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 King)
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!

EXT. SALVAGE YARD - DAY

The Turbokat comes roaring into view and takes to the skies. Chance and Jake are now masked as T-BONE and RAZOR. They can hear Taylor's radio broadcast in the jet.

TAYLOR
(on the radio)
I repeat! Megakat Biochemical has been infiltrated by creatures known as Ci-Kat-A!

A shudder goes through T-Bone and he makes a face.

T-BONE
Eeew, not those guys again. I thought we'd eliminated that bug problem!

JAKE
I'm pretty sure we killed the Enforcers who got bitten, and all the drones.

T-BONE
(interjecting)
And the queen.

RAZOR
Right.

EXT. MEGAKAT CITY - DAY

They're flying over the city now.

RAZOR
That leaves only a few unaccounted for. Like Dr. Bug-Eyes himself.

T-BONE
And...
(realizing)
And the guards from the Space Center! Nobody ever did tell us what happened to those guys!
(thinks)
Three--No four! So five left?

He glances back at Razor, who is rubbing his chin, eyes narrowed in concentration, wracking his brain.

RAZOR
I can't help but feel there's one we're forgetting...

T-BONE
Who cares? At least without the queen it's not a full-scale invasion this time. Just the leftovers from last time to mop up.

He turns around and focuses on his flying, smirking smugly.

RAZOR
Yeah, except they can make more by biting people!

T-Bone's smirk vanishes.

RAZOR
Even without the queen, it could be a huge epidemic!

T-BONE
Take it easy, buddy! We'll find out how many there are when we get to Megakat Labs!
(with grim determination)
And then we'll squish 'em!

Razor is a little uncomfortable with T-Bone's cavalier attitude towards killing the converted kats, but says nothing else as the Turbokat continues on towards Megakat Biochemical Labs.

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 8:21 am
by Kooshmeister
INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - RESEARCH LAB

The recently-converted kats (Steven the guard and prisoners) are watching impassively as the more "evolved" Ci-Kat-A randomly trash the place, hurling empty beakers and overturning tables.

Street is standing apart from his "brothers," looking out the window at the cooling towers of the Megakat Nuclear Plant just visible in the distance. His face with his mandibles and huge green compound eyes is almost blank and impassive, but his antennae betray his inner emotions. They twitch in excitement and deep thought.

His attention soon moves to a ten gallon tank containing a large black scorpion about seven inches long sitting on a nearby worktable. He goes over to it. The arachnid crawls around, snapping its pinchers up at Street.

Nearby, Murdoch is walking along the rows of shelved katalysts. They're all a sickly orange color, each in a neatly-labeled stoppered Erlenmeyer flask. He moves his finger - already started to turn into a hairy, three-fingered buglike claw hand, we see - along the rows until he stops at the one labeled "Super-Katalyst 566." He grabs it, turning to Street over by the scorpion.

MURDOCH
Zzzstreet!

As though snapping back from a daydream, Street jerks and turns to look as Murdoch walks over with the flask.

MURDOCH
Zzzuper-Katalyzzzt Five Zzzixty Zzzix! Succezzz!

He grins broadly (he still has a normal mouth).

STREET
Good work, but there'zzz been a change of planzzz. I've decided that what we want and what Viper wantzzz are no longer compatible.

MURDOCH
What do you mean?

STREET
I mean we aren't going to give him Zzzuper-Katalyzzzt Five Zzzixty Zzzix. He'zzz going to think we are... however...

He walks past Murdoch over to investigate the shelves himself, head jerking rapidly this way and that in a very insectlike manner, as befitting his appearance. His gaze lights on something offscreen. Realizing he's found what he's looking for, he snatches another flask from the shelf, antennae going wild, suggesting great excitement. We don't see the label, however its contents are orange the same as all the other katalysts. Murdoch walks over.

STREET
(pointing to the flask he just grabbed)
I know enough of biochemizzztry to know thizzz chemical will serve our purpozzze better. But I zzztill need that zzzwamp-dwelling maniac to mix the brew for uzzz...

MURDOCH
(eager)
And then...?

STREET
(matter-of-factly)
Then we won't need that pitiful zzzlime anymore.

Murdoch grins evilly.

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - HALLWAY OUTSIDE LAB

Felina and King take up positions on either side of the double doors, guns up. The doors are slightly open, allowing the two a good view of the lab interior; they can see the Ci-Kat-A but the Ci-Kat-A can't see them. King is sweating a little.

KING
(husky, terrified whisper)
Don't let them bite you.

FELINA
(whispering back)
What?

KING
The ones with mandibles. Don't let them bite you.... If you do, it's all over.

Grimacing, Felina looks in, watching the fully transformed former kats (minus Street) crawling over the walls like roaches, while the recently-converted kats (minus Murdoch) stand in a line like stoic soldiers awaiting orders. Street and Murdoch are the only two they can't see.

KING
You become like... them...

FELINA
(reassuringly)
It'll be okay, all right?

He nods, but is still both terrified and angry.

FELINA
Now, on my signal...
(waits a moment, inhaling deeply)
Go!

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL - RESEARCH LAB

Street is still holding the flask of the unknown chemical, while Murdoch still has Super-Katalyst 566.

STREET
Now to zzzswitch the labelzzz.

Bam! The doors fly inward! Felina and King leap in, guns aimed at the eleven Ci-Kat-A.

FELINA
Freeze!

MURDOCH
The Enforcerzzz!

The fully-transformed drones jump back, making irritated, angry shrieking sounds, while Steven and the converted prisoners merely turn their heads as one, their formerly expressionless faces twisting into hateful grimaces at this intrusion. The converted kats find themselves staring down the barrels of two laser pistols and are unsure how to act. Felina and King have them dead to rights. They enter the room fully, the Ci-Kat-A backing up warily.

Meanwhile, two of the "old" Ci-Kat-A (including the mustache guard) are carefully and stealthily approaching on the ceiling. Sensing movement, however, Felina whips her gun up and fires. The laser blast hits between the duo, blowing a huge hole in the ceiling. Amidst falling debris, the two drones fall down and land flailing on their backs, stunned. Their brother Ci-Kat-A tense as if to attack, but Felina quickly brings her gun back down to point directly into the midst of them.

FELINA
Nice try. Now, surrender or we'll splatter your guts all over this lab!

She and King approach cautiously, the Ci-Kat-A backing up further. A completely unfazed Street makes a point of handing his flask to Murdoch, so the converted con is holding both it and Super-Katalyst 566, and Street has his hands free. His wings buzz in irritation. The calm before the storm. Turning, he eyes a flask labeled "KATALYST 96" on the shelf nearby.

Suddenly, Gray Taylor rushes into the room, gun drawn.

TAYLOR
Freeze! Enforcers!

Felina and King whirl, startled to find Taylor standing in the doorway behind them. An opening. Street issues forth a piercing shriek. Attack! The Ci-Kat-A rush towards the distracted Enforcers.

FADE OUT

END ACT I

Re: The Doctors of Doom: Fan Script

Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2018 1:42 pm
by Kooshmeister
ACT TWO

FADE IN:

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - HALLWAY

FADE IN

The Ci-Kat-A rush forward and quickly try to overwhelm the three Enforcers. Convict #2 and CI-KAT-A DRONE #2 (one of the "old" ones) leap onto Felina and King, but they shake them off, flipping themselves over backwards and sending the two Ci-Kat-A flying through the air. They slam against the wall on either side of the double doors and fall to the floor, buzzing in disorientation and confusion as Callie Briggs and Dr. Belljar, both having gotten their shoes back on, cautiously crawl over on hands and knees and peer in. Taylor, terrified, is firing his blaster this way and that, but the winged Ci-Kat-A dodge all his fire. Looking on from outside in the hallway, Belljar is especially concerned.

BELLJAR
(to Callie)
If this keeps up, they're liable to hit something dangerous and blow up the entire building!

CALLIE
If only I had my--

She stops herself. Belljar doesn't seem to have noticed.

BELLJAR
I might have something. Stay here.

He gets up and runs off down the hall. In the lab, Felina karate-chops Ci-Kat-A #1, while King pistol-whips Convict #2. As laser fire flies over their heads, CI-KAT-A DRONE #3 dodging them easily in midair, Taylor's laser beams putting holes in the ceiling.

FELINA
(yelling)
Corporal, control your fire! Everything in here is extremely explosive!

Taylor stops firing.

TAYLOR
Look out!

Felina turns. Steven comes running at at her. She kicks him in the midsection and he goes flying back, crashing into a big lab experiment table. He goes sliding along it like a drunk being slid down the bar in a bar fight, knocking, flasks, beakers and other delicate-looking laboratory glassware to shatter all over the floor. She winces.

FELINA
Ooh, this is a bad place for a fight...

She's grabbed from behind by a recovered Ci-Kat-A #2, who hooks his spindly arms under her armpits, pinning her. He's about to bite her when Taylor hits him on the head with the butt of his gun. This stuns him enough to allow Felina to wriggle free, and, turning, the enraged drone backhands the rookie, sending him staggering away to collapse between the mustached Ci-Kat-A and his fellow (CI-KAT-A #1) who fell from the ceiling earlier, who recover, rolling over and grabbing him, holding him down. He struggles, but to no avail.

TAYLOR
Help!

Felina and King turn to come to his aid when Street grabs the flask of Katalyst 96, pushing off the floor and taking to the air. Murdoch, still holding the two flasks and keeping out of the fight, watches him go. Street buzzes over the two Enforcers' heads, grabbing their sidearms away with grasping, talon-like feet. He tosses them away, then grabs a tall metal shelf containing mostly cardboard boxes of spare computer parts, shoving it over. It falls down and lands on Felina and King, pinning them harmlessly. Satisfied, Street buzzes down and lands over by the two Ci-Kat-A who are holding Taylor.

Over by the door, Convict #2 recovers and walks over, assisting in dragging a squirming, terrified-looking Taylor to his feet. Callie watches helplessly, unsure of what to do.

STREET
(to Taylor)
You'll be joining uzzz, Enforcer...

FELINA
No!

She struggles but the heavy metal shelf is keeping her and King pinned but good. Street ignores her.

STREET
But firzzzt... a little zzzurprizze to keep your friendzzz buzzzy.

He uncorks the flask of Katalyst 96 and pours it into the tank, splashing it onto the scorpion. The arachnid twitches and begins to turn in circles in increasing agitation, becoming visibly larger with each circle that it completes, spikes sprouting from its back.

STREET
Viper izzzn't the only one who can create monsterzzz...

Street pushes the table over, smashing the glass tank onto the floor. The steadily growing scorpion begins crawling towards Felina and King who are trapped under the shelf. That accomplished, he grabs and prepares to bite Taylor.

STREET
Zzzoon, your fear will be replazzed by the raturouzzz delight of zzzerving a higher purpozze than--

Suddenly the sound of helicopter rotors catches his attention. More Enforcers? No. He turns. It's the Kat's Eye News chopper, hovering outside the window. Jonny is leaning out, filming, but Street only only has compound eyes for Ann Gora, who is reporting from the front seat. He's so focused on her he barely registers the appearance of the Turbokat, visible swooping past the news chopper in the background. Through Street's P.O.V., time seems to slow. The helicopter blades spin like they're fighting through mud. Behind the chopper, the jet is inching past as if in a particularly bad flipbook.

Time is running normally again. We aren't seeing the world through Street's view anymore. He releases Taylor back into the arms of his fellow Ci-Kat-A, who seem perplexed to say the least. Nobody is more confused than Murdoch.

MURDOCH
Dr. Zzzstreet, we have what we...

Switch to Street's P.O.V. again. Things are slow again, including Murdoch's voice.

MURDOCH
...caaaaaaaame foooooor. We muuuuuuzzzzzzt goooooo.

Something triggers a sepia-colored memory.

EXT. DESERT - NIGHT (STREET'S FLASHBACK)

A normal Dr. Harley Street standing beside his MASA-issue sedan in the desert, offering a friendly little grin.

FLASHBACK STREET
(flirtatiously)
Why don't you stop by the Space Center tomorrow?

He's talking to Ann Gora. The MASA retrieval truck with Kat Sat 1 is visible parked behind her.

FLASHBACK ANN
(smiling)
Kat's Eye News will be there, Dr. Street.

Whoosh! A bright flash of light.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - RESEARCH LAB

Everything snaps back to normal. Time runs at regular speed again and Street's flashback ends just in time to hear the telltale sonic book heralding the Turbokat's arrival. Murdoch is still trying to get his attention, but Street still seems fixated on Ann.

MURDOCH
(buzzing and twitching irritably)
Dr. Zzzstreet!

STREET
(without taking his eyes off of Ann)
Zzzzswitch the labelzzz! Hurry! The ZzzWAT Katzzz are here!

Murdoch nods. Street continues towards the window.

FLASHBACK ANN
(echoing in voiceover)
Kat's Eye News will be there, Dr. Street.

STREET
(to himself)
A zzzign...

Suddenly Callie rushes in, grabbing a microscope and clobbering the mustached Ci-Kat-A (one of the ones holding Gray Taylor) over the head with it. He gives a pitiful little buzz and collapses. She punches Convict #2 and sends him crashing into Murdoch, who crashes to the floor. He holds onto the mystery flask, but lets go of the one containing Super-Katalyst 566, which rolls away.

TAYLOR
I got this guy! Go help Lieutenant Feral!

Nodding, Callie runs over and starts struggling to pull the shelf off of Felina and King as the GIANT SCORPION, now the size of of a table, crawls over.

FELINA
Deputy Mayor, what are you doing here?

CALLIE
I came to check on the lab's progress in finding a cure for these guys!

FELINA
I guess they haven't been very successful...!

CALLIE
No kidding!

The scorpion hisses at her, grabbing the sheld in one claw, and she shrieks, kicking it in its ugly face with her bare foot, barely avoiding its mandibles. It releases the shelf and backs up, shielding its face with serrated claws, raising the rear portion of its abdomen, tail curled, growling.

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - DAY

The Turbokat swoops around and lands in front of the building. Noticing from the chopper above, Al turns and taps Jonny on the shoulder. Jonny turns and starts filming out the window on the opposite side of the news chopper. He films the SWAT Kats as they emerge from the jet, flexing their fingers in their Glovatrixes.

T-BONE
C'mon, let's get this over with before I get the heebie-jeebies again!

RAZOR
(teasing)
Aw, and here I thought you said you'd gotten over your little bug phobia.

T-BONE
Yeah. The little bug phobia. The big bug phobia is a different matter entirely.

He shudders and they rush inside.

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - MAIN LOBBY

The guard at the desk, having stood up as the Turbokat swooped in and landed outside, looks confused, and reflexively has his hand on his holstered sidearm. But he hasn't drawn it yet. Apparently he is unaware of the turmoil going on upstairs.

T-BONE
Hey, anyone seen a giant Ci-Kat-A...?

SECURITY GUARD
(confused)
Huh?

T-BONE
Nevermind.

The guard relaxes a little, taking his hand off his gun.

SECURITY GUARD
What do you SWAT Kats want?

T-BONE
We're just here to bust some big bugs.

He and T-Bone, eschewing the elevator, go into the stairwell. The guard scratches his head under his hat.

EXT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - DAY

Ann seems mesmerized as Street approaches her from inside the lab and stands motionless, only the window glass separating them.Behind him, we can see Callie struggling with the heavy utility shelf pinning Felina, while Taylor seems to be losing his one-on-one struggle with Ci-Kat-A #1. Ann, staring into Street's eyes, is a little unsure of what to say or do. Finally, she finds her voice and speaks into her microphone, as Jonny turns and films over her shoulder.

ANN
This is Ann Gora, Kat's Eye News, coming to you live from Megakat Biochemical Labs where it seems we are experiencing a resurgence of the giant alien Ci-Kat-A creatures who terrorized the MASA Space Center and endangered the city last year!

INT. MEGAKAT BIOCHEMICAL LABS - RESEARCH LAB

Street lifts one clawed three-fingered hand and lays it against the glass separating him from Ann. He is completely ignoring everything going on behind him.