Scene 4.09 - Indica Playset
EST: INT./EXT. Enclosed back porch of suburban home - A windy, cloudy, Early-Spring day.
QUICK FADE IN
ZOOM IN
YOUNG SINGER V.O.
Kaptain Kool, savior of The Universe!
(The sky is dark, but not obviously dark. Lightning does flash throughout the scene, however -- after all, it’s only thirty seconds before the field crew starts measuring out planks by cubits.)
FIRST KID
(With doll:) Peter! There's a meteorite crashing, we need to stop it!
SECOND KID
(Entering through a small, open gate to the back porch -- carrying a rock and a maimed Dr. Diablo figure. Not only has the SECOND KID obviously been beaten recently, but his vernacular has become somewhat-more cosmopolitan:) You dissed me and my homeys, esse'! You gotsta pay!
FIRST KID
(With doll:) It's Diablo! We need the Starship Indica!
(THIRD KID bolts into the house.)
SECOND KID
(Armless Diablo doll in face of FIRST KID-) Now you made me mad, and when I'm mad, I get loco, esse, and eyes gotsta work-it-off. (Beat.) So what'choo doin', kid? You wanna get hurt?
(Poised with gangsta posture over FIRST KID with rock aloft. STARSHIP INDICA enters. It glows, vibrates and fires a barrage of laser lights. The STARSHIP INDICA mercilessly-pelts the flying rock with an array of luminous splendour, accompanied by numerous sounds of laser fire and explosions. Despite the physical reality that laser lights don’t really make sounds, these do.)
TELEVISION ANNOUNCER V.O.
Be an army of light against any dark foe with The Kaptain Kool Starship Indica! It has ten thousand light and sound combinations and one hundred special codes you can customize to send the bad guy your own special message!
STARSHIP INDICA CG: (L.E.D. font-) U.R.A. LUZR!
SECOND KID
No!
(FIRST KID grabs rock from SECOND KID during the distraction, Diablo action figure falls from SECOND KID'S hand. FIRST KID looks to THIRD KID, shakes head and throws the rock outside.)
THIRD KID
(Canned pose with opened play set, dolls prominently displayed inside-) Central Command is safe again, thanks to the Starship Indica. (Sniffs air, smiles, knowing:) Now what you say we scan the cosmos for somethin’ to eat!
THIRD KID'S SEXY MOM V.O.
(Off:) Oh, boys! Come inside! I made some brownies!
ECU: SECOND KID
SECOND KID
Brownies! My favorite!
CUT TO: MS BACK PORCH
FIRST KID
Sorry, Diablo, you lost your ride.
(Shoves amputated action figure at SECOND KID, and guides him backward through the open gate.)
REV. ANGLE: CU, THIRD KID, STAR-SHIP AND FIRST KID BLOCKING ENTRYWAY
THIRD KID
For access to Central Command, you’ve got to be aboard The Starship Indica.
(FIRST KID quickly slides the sliding-glass door to the house shut, THIRD KID locks door and flies the STAR-SHIP INDICA into a den -- as seen from outside the sliding-glass door -- where they are served a steamy, rich and very-chocolatey stack of brownies served with two foamy, extra-marshmallowey hot-chocolate steins by THIRD KID'S SEXY MOM, unaware of a pouty SECOND KID outside, whose reflection slowly comes in focus, with dark, ominous clouds behind him. A misty, wet wind picks up, and SECOND KID frowns.)
DISSOLVE
REV. ANGLE: INSIDE LOOKING OUT
(SECOND KID’S image becomes dominant in the sliding-glass door, showing a stoic boy with a broken toy seen under an ever-growing-darker sky, still looks on, motionless, save damp locks of hair whipping about his face. Not-so-surprisingly, it suddenly begins to torrentially rain buckets of water on the little lad and he cradles his amputated action figure -- all during a not-so-entirely-distant flash of lightning or two. The INDICA’S reflection of a prismatic light show eventually alters the shot’s focus to the reflection in the door pane. FIRST KID and THIRD KID’S SEXY MOM are cuddling on a sofa and feeding each other brownie bits with THIRD KID aimlessly flying ship about a coffee table in loosely-defined circles.)
TELEVISION ANNOUNCER V.O.
Not intended for small children. Batteries not included, action figures sold separately. By Blunderbust, maker of educational toys since 1999.
FTB