PAGE 1
PANEL:
From the point of view of inside the
box, we see JACK holding both cardboard flaps looking in with a
straight face. JILL is beside him, only looking at JACK, annoyed.
JILL
Opening
PANEL:
the panel is black. A sliver of light
shines through where the cardboard flaps meet.
JILL
and
PANEL:
The same shot of the box opened as
before.
JILL
closing
PANEL:
The same shot of the box closed as
before.
JILL
the
PANEL:
The same shot of the box opened as
before. JACK has furrowed brows now, still looking into the box.
JILL
box
PANEL:
The same shot of the box closed as
before.
JILL
is
PANEL:
The same shot of the box opened as
before. JACK still has furrowed brows.
JILL
doing
PANEL:
The same shot of the box closed as
before.
JILL
nothing,
PANEL:
The same shot of the box opened as
before. This time JACK is now confronting JILL with one hand in the
air.
JILL
Genius.
JACK
Well what's your brilliant
plan, Einstein?!
PAGE 2
PANEL:
JILL holds up her pink
purse, proudly. JACK points a finger at her.
JILL
Simple. If the magic
won't come out, we'll have to go back in!
JACK
That's dumb.
JILL
You're dumb.
JACK
We don't know how this
thing works!
PANEL:
JILL looks down shyly at the
purse she now holds to her chest. JACK shrugs.
JILL
Well, we wanted a space
adventure before, so we got a space adventure. Maybe we just have to
think real hard about what kind of story we want and then it gives it
to us.
JACK
Well what kind of
adventure do you want?
PANEL:
JACK and JILL sit on the
floor, their backs against the seat of the couch in the living room,
looking at the opened box in the foreground. JILL's hands are raised
in the air as she smiles. A title card reads “HOUR 1”.
JILL
Fan fiction!
JACK
Nnno.
PANEL:
JACK has one hand under his
chin, the other propping him up against the seat of the couch. JILL
looks forward at the box boringly. A title card reads “HOUR 2”.
JACK
What about detective
stuff?
JILL
Gee, I dunno. Mom and Dad
don't really describe you as a “thinking man”, Jack.
PANEL:
JACK and JILL look at each
other with menace, but JILL has a deep grin. A title card reads
“HOUR 3”.
JILL
Fantasy!
JACK
Stop.
PANEL:
JILL's head pops up out of
the box with a smile, looking up at JACK who's closing the lid of the
box with a smile of his own. A title card reads “FINALLY”.
JACK
It's settled!
“Neo-Classical Noir
Slash-Fiction” it is!
PAGE 3
PANEL:
There's nothing but
blackness.
JACK
And now we wait.
PANEL:
The panel is still
blackness.
PANEL:
More black.
JILL
What if nothing
PANEL:
JACK and JILL look up at
overhead lights that click on. They're sitting on the floor of a
cramped metal room that has lots of control panels and valves. THE
KIDS wear what can only be described as “sailing rags.”
JILL
happens?
PANEL:
THE KIDS look out a round
window towards the reader. Fish swim by in the foreground.
PANEL:
A wide view of the ocean
deep. Crags of rocks that lead to the ocean floor out of view border
the area. Tons of ocean wildlife swim and crawl about. A submarine
that the kids reside in rests in the corner. Less “military” and
more “Yellow Submarine”.
JILL
I mean I'm impressed but
this isn't what I was shootin' for at all.
PANEL:
JACK handles some of the
controls at a control panel in front of a large window (the front),
as JILL still looks out of the side.
JACK
I know. I don't think
we're always gonna get a choice. We have to find a way out of here.
PAGE 4
PANEL:
JILL walks over to where
JACK is and hovers a hand over a lever.
JILL
Well be careful. Last
time you drove something you nearly got us--
PANEL:
THE KIDS lurch to one side.
JACK falls completely, but JILL holds onto the lever she just pulled
with dear life and wide eyes.
JILL
Kiiiiiiii--!
PANEL:
The submarine darts off to
the side and takes a sharp dive down the underwater cliff face
towards the dark. “AAAAAH” runs across the panel.
PANEL:
The submarine dodges
cliffside rocks, very nearly hitting them. “AAAAH” runs across
the panel.
PANEL:
JILL wildly yanks forward
and back on a bunch of levers and knobs as JACK holds onto her
shoulders. They both scream with wide eyes looking out the front
window towards the viewer. “AAAAH” runs across the panel.
PANEL:
The submarine runs through a
field on seaweed.
JACK
Watch out! We can't see
past the seaweed!
PANEL:
Inside the submarine, JILL
still darts her eyes forward. JACK, still with a frenzied look,
reaches down on the control panel towards another lever.
JILL
I know! I don't know how
to make the stupid thing go up!
PAGE 5
PANEL:
JACK hangs onto the lever he
just pulled, as the submarine shoots up rapidly. JILL is now hanging
onto JACK's leg with one hand. “AAAAAH” runs across the panel.
PANEL:
The submarine runs up toward
the viewer away from the seaweed field in the rocky crags. A large,
red eye has opened among them, revealing that the seaweed were
actually a group of tentacles. “AAAAAH” runs across the panel.
PANEL:
The submarine leaps out of
the water crashes into the upper wall of a pirate ship, the upper
hatch leading to the upper deck. A trail of “AAAAAH” follows
behind the submarine out of the water.
PANEL:
JACK, winking one eye and
holding his head gets up from the ground looking out the front
window. JILL is still on the ground, holding JACK's arm and
screaming still with eyes shut tight.
PANEL:
JACK covers JILL's mouth
with his one free hand looking at her grumpily. JILL now looks up at
JACK, stopping.
PANEL:
The kids look out of the
front window.
JACK
I wanna say we broke
something that isn't ours...
PANEL:
A look out the front window
reveals a group of angry pirates, about ten of them. All with
weapons drawn.
JACK
[OFF-PANEL]
…And that we're in
trouble.
PAGE 6
PANEL
JACK still looks out the window while JILL looks up while the top hatch is being opened and outside light is revealed.
JACK still looks out the window while JILL looks up while the top hatch is being opened and outside light is revealed.
JACK
Does that sound right?
JILL
Yes it does.
PANEL:
JACK and JILL sit back to
back on the deck floor, tied together with rope.
JILL
I want an adventure where
we're not always arrested.
JACK
Let's survive one thing at
a time, Jill.
PANEL:
THE KIDS look up at an
overbearing shadow that looms over them with a bit of fear.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
[OFF-PANEL]
You dang Colonials!
PANEL:
A very large, eye-patch
wearing scraggly man raises a chipped and rusted cutlass high in the
air. The sun shines bright behind him.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Always tryin'a get the
drop on Captain Strawberry-Blond Beard! The diseases and
yet-to-be-discovered viruses of my century try harder than you!
PANEL:
JACK and JILL look up at the
shadowy figure with wide eyes.
JILL
AAAAAH!
JACK
Waitwaitwait we're not
Colons or whatever we're just kids trying not to die!
PIRATE
[OFF-PANEL]
Captain?
PANEL:
a group of pirates inspect
the submarine that juts out of their ship. One pirate looks back
towards CAPITAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD and THE KIDS with a finger
pointing at the submarine.
PIRATE
I don't think the
Colonials have technology like this.
No one has technology like
this.
(We're
primitive still.)
PAGE
7
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN looks down at
THE KIDS with a squint.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Hmmm... I know what ye be.
Ye be...
PANEL:
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
shouts to the sky, his sword raised high.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Atlanteans!
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN is more calmed
down now, his sword lowered, talking with JACK and JILL as they still
sit on the deck floor.
JILL
And do you... hate
the Atlanteans?
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Nay. They are a reclusive
and invasive peop--
JACK
Then we're Atlanteans.
PANEL:
CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND
BEARD raises his fists and shouts to the skies.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
This must be fate! We
will start an alliance that will usher in a new era!
PANEL:
OTHER PIRATES help the kids
out of their ropes. THE KIDS are now standing with their hands up in
the air, smiling.
THE KIDS
Yeah!
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN crouches down
near the kids, his hand clawed and upturned.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Together we will control
the seas!
PAGE 8
PANEL:
THE KIDS are free of their
ropes, their hands still up in the air, smiling.
THE KIDS
Yeah!
PANEL:
A finger (THE CAPTAIN's)
comes from the foreground and points at JILL, her arms are up in the
air as she shouts.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
[OFF-PANEL]
Have her feed the parrots!
JILL
Yeah!
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN's finger comes
from the foreground again, pointing at JACK, who has his arms in the
air but a blank expression.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Have him swab the poop
deck!
PANEL:
A closer inspection of
JACK's face, his eyes sunken.
PANEL:
JILL is laying on her
stomach on the side of the bed in their cabin. JACK is kneeling on
the ground holding a bucket with both hands.
JILL
You done vomming yet?
Your breakfast wasn't that big.
JACK
I didn't think the poop
deck would be a literal thing.
PANEL:
JILL stands on the bed with
her fists raised straight to the sky and shouts with a smile, eyes
closed. JACK has his hands upturned as if pleading with JILL.
JILL
Oh come on! We're new!
We gotta start at the bottom, y'know? Yo ho!
JACK
You fed birds.
JILL
A pirate's life for me!
JACK
It's under my fingernails,
Jill.
PAGE 9
PANEL:
A close-up of CAPTAIN
STRAWBERRY-BLOND's face. He shouts with a pointed finger aimed at
the sky.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Up the masts!
PANEL:
JILL swings on a rope being
yanked skyward, both hands clamped tight to the rope, enjoying every
minute. THE CAPTAIN watches with a smile.
JILL
Weeeeee!
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
An absolute natural!
PANEL:
On the other side of the
ship, the same thing happens with JACK, except he's being pulled up
with the rope around his neck, his hands clawing at his throat, his
tongue out. THE CAPTAIN shouts to his crew.
JACK
Ack!
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Dear God, somebody cut
down the reject one!
PANEL:
JACK is on his hands and
knees, one hand rubbing his throat. His face shows annoyance as THE
CAPTAIN squats near him.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
I mean, you can tell me.
I won't be mad but...
She's your handler, right?
PANEL:
JACK struggles worryingly to
get the top of his head out of a cannon with help from 4 OR 5 OTHER
CREW MEMBERS who yank at his feet. THE CAPTAIN leans on the cannon,
talking to JACK with the same kind of look.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Were you kicked out of
Atlantis for being incompetent or something?
PANEL:
JACK is one the floor, his
arms and legs spread wide apart, his face in absolute shock. A bunch
of rusted and chipped swords are stuck in the ground around the
outline of his body. A tipped over box he was carrying with a note
saying “SO, SO RUSTY SWORDS” is on the box. A banana peel is
nearby. THE CAPTAIN is standing nearby with his hands on his hips.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
I mean, I'm just sayin'.
Had I went to college for Psychology and not Pirate Ethics I could've
won something by now just by studying your thought process.
PAGE 10
PANEL:
A close-up of a star chart
marking all the pirate's progress. At the bottom is JACK and JILL,
being the newest additions to the crew. JILL has around 13 stars to
her name. JACK somehow has stars going in the other direction and a
note saying “(-4)”.
JACK
[OFF-PANEL]
Jeez...
PANEL:
Jack is staring at the chart
with hunched shoulders and a tired face. The chart is posted to the
main mast of the ship.
JACK
I don't even know why they
have this thing.
JILL
[OFF-PANEL]
Captain!
PANEL:
JILL is in the crow's nest
at the top of the mast. She's wearing full-on pirate gear, bandana
on the head and everything. JACK is at the bottom looking up at her.
JILL leans over the edge of the crow's nest with a telescope,
shouting to the rest of the crew.
JILL
Captain Strawberry-Blond
Beard! Colonials on the Starburst side!
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN walks in front
of the line-up. All pirates standing tall at attention besides JACK.
Everyone, including JILL, stand tall with a serious look, their eyes
darting forward like soldiers. JACK, however, slumps and scratches
his butt.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
This is it! They haven't
spotted us yet, and I don't plan on them ever knowing what hit 'em!
We're going to use...
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN points proudly
at the submarine being hoisted over the side of the ship.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
The Atlantean machine!
PANEL:
A large, muscular, gruff man
steps forward.
SCRUFF MCGRUFF
Captain!
I volunteer to stain the
sea red with those scum!
CAPTAIN
Noted. But denied!
Shotgun Sally has two more stars than you.
PAGE 11
PANEL:
SCRUFF MCGRUFF pounds a fist
against his open palm. JACK whispers silently to JILL who stands
with a proud, malicious smile.
SCRUFF MCGRUFF
Dang!
JACK
Stinks to be Shotgun
Sally. She's heading straight into a bloodbath.
PANEL:
JILL salutes while JACK is
horrifically taken aback.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
[OFF-PANEL]
Shotgun Sally! It is your
duty to rid the seas of the enemy ship!
JILL
Yes, Sir!
JACK
You're Shotgun
Sally?! How did you get such a cool nickname?!
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN leans forward to
get face-to-face with THE KIDS. JILL still salutes, and JACK covers
his face with both hands.
JILL
Permission to bring my
brother, Sir!
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Your brother?! Now I
see... Permission granted! Crew! Load Shotgun Sally and Wally the
Worm into the machine!
PANEL:
THE CREW picks up and is
ready to plop THE KIDS into the hatch. JILL looks at her pink purse
with a smile. JACK seems more irritable.
JACK
What?!
Why am I Wally the Worm?!
ANSWER
ME!
PANEL:
JACK crosses his arms,
frumpily looking away from JILL, who stands at the controls for the
submarine while pulling a book from her purse with a proud look.
JACK
(There's
nothing remotely worm-like about me.)
JILL
Don't worry, Jack. I've
thought ahead.
PANEL:
JACK looks at the book in
JILL's hands.
JACK
What do you mean? That's
not a thing we do.
JILL
If it's anything like last
time, anything I put in my satchel before we get in the box turns
into something more useful when I take it out again. Last time we
were so confused about everything, this time I brought a book!
PAGE 12
PANEL:
A view of the Colonial ship
sitting in the water. A trail of bubbles mark where the submarine
is, making its way there.
JACK
So what did it turn into?
JILL
It looks like a handbook
for driving the submarine!
PANEL:
JILL holds the book in front
of her with a smile.
JILL
This time we won't crash!
PANEL:
JACK looks straight ahead at
the viewer, looking out the front window of the submarine. JILL is
to his left, still looking into the book but no longer smiling.
PANEL:
The same shot, but now JACK
is looking at and grabbing the book from JILL, who hands it to him
while looking at the viewer.
JILL
I can't read.
PANEL:
The same shot, JILL now
looks out the front while JACK has his head buried in the book.
PANEL:
JACK puts the book down and
looks out the front window with JILL. Neither smile.
JACK
I can't read Atlantean.
PAGE 13
PANEL:
A view from the other side,
THE KIDS are coming diagonally up from the ocean depths towards the
bottom of a large boat. Both are looking straight ahead.
PANEL:
JACK and JILL look at each
other.
JACK
We're... we're bad at what
we do.
PANEL:
The submarine jumps out of
the water and crashes on the top deck of the Colonial ship, much like
they did with the pirate ship. A trail of “SIIIIIGH” follows the
submarine out of the water.
PANEL:
THE KIDS are tied up with
rope.
THE KIDS
Siiiigh
PANEL:
JACK sweeps the upper deck
of the Colonial ship in the foreground with a furrowed brow, staring
straight ahead. Very proper COLONIALS, looking like old-timey
BRITISH SOLDIERS, chat with JILL in the background while she carries
a box. All are smiling.
JACK
Siiiigh
PANEL:
JACK is throwing his arms
out to another star chart, again with JILL having all the stars and
JACK having none. JILL grins at him.
JACK
SiiiighWAIT!
AGAIN, WHY?!
PANEL:
THE KIDS are in THE COLONIAL
CAPTAIN's quarters at his desk. THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN is holding
himself in his arms, tears coming down his cheeks with a curled
bottom lip, a quill in his hand, looking at JILL, who stands on a
step-stool looking over the letters THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN has spread
over his desk. JILL points at one of the letters with a smile. JACK
stands in the corner in a waiter's outfit, holding a tray with one
hand. On it rests a glass of wine and a glass of milk. Again, he
does this with furrowed brow.
JACK
Siiiigh
PAGE 14
PANEL:
The Colonial ship sails
toward the viewer.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
[OFF-PANEL]
Thar she is!
PANEL:
THE PIRATE CREW hollers in
celebration over the rail of the pirate ship. THE CAPTAIN is center
and raises an arm in victory.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Shotgun Sally defeated
those dastardly Colonials and brought their ship as a prize!
PANEL:
A close-up of a plank being
dropped on the floor connecting the ships together.
PANEL:
A very well-manicured boot
steps down on the plank.
PANEL:
CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND
BEARD's shocked expression.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Wut.
PANEL:
The KIDS, with worried
expressions but still wearing smiles, present THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN on
either side of him, their arms outstretched. THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN
has both arms behind his back with a very nouveau riche look.
COLONIAL SOLDIERS are in tow.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
[OFF-PANEL]
What do you kids think
you're doing?!
PANEL:
THE KIDS speak up to an
angry CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD.
JILL
You two seem like you have
some deep issues you need to work out. We thought it best to force
you to do it instead of asking first.
JACK
Word.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
You have no idea what this
man has done to me!
PAGE 15
PANEL:
THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN bites
his lip, an angry look on his face, but a single tear about to roll
down his cheek.
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
We used to be pen pals,
Craig!
PANEL:
THE CAPTAIN points angrily.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
That's Captain
Crai-- I mean, CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLONDE BEARD TO YOU!
PANEL:
THE KIDS are between THE
COLONIAL CAPTAIN and CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD, each looking to
the captain on their side.
JILL
What happened to you
guys?! You used to be friends!
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
This man-- nay, this dog
has stabbed me in the back!
JACK
What did he do? Did he
steal your girlfriend?
JILL
Did he steal your
treasure?
PANEL:
CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND
BEARD shakes a fist.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
He bought a house I had my
eye on for a very long time!
PANEL:
THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN has
both arms outstretched at HIS ADVERSARY. THE KIDS are caught in the
middle.
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
You couldn't afford it!
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
My mortgage was almost
done being payed off!
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
Liar! The amount of
acquisitions to your taxable property loans hadn't
PANEL:
THE KIDS silently look up at
the bickering shadows in front of them.
PANEL:
JACK and JILL look at each
other.
JACK
This is the first time I'm
ever hearing some of these words.
PAGE 16
PANEL:
CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND
BEARD shoots an inquiring look as if he's giving an idea for
approval.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Well I mean the only
reason we're even fighting in the first place is because of these
kids. We should totally have them walk the plank.
PANEL:
THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN gives
the same look.
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
Oh we should absolutely
have them walk the plank.
PANEL:
THE KIDS have a freaked,
sporadic look on their faces.
THE KIDS
WHAAAT?!
PANEL:
A group of submarines that
look just like the one Jack and Jill ride in unveil from the ocean.
About 6 in all, in a triangle pattern.
PANEL:
The top hatches open,
ATLANTEANS reveal themselves. THE LEADER points a finger at the ship
with an angry look.
LEADER
This ship was stolen from
us! It's obviously ours! Who will face the punishment?!
PANEL:
With everyone looking over
the side of the ship, CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD points a thumb
behind him towards THE KIDS.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
The kids are. We were
gonna have them walk the plank. Do you want them to walk the plank?
PANEL:
THE ATLANTEAN LEADER shrugs
his shoulders with an indifferent look.
LEADER
Oh they should totally
walk the plank.
PANEL:
JILL has her hands on her
head with a scared albeit frustrated look. JACK just has his arms
outstretched at the ground and shouts.
JACK
Dude, come on!
PAGE 17
PANEL:
AN ANGRERED KRAKEN, from the
early submersible adventure, rises out of the ocean, towering 100
feet above all else, with one red, angry eye and a sharp beak.
KRAKEN
ROOOOOOOAAAAAR!!
PANEL:
EVERYONE stares
frighteningly at THE KRAKEN, CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD points a
finger at the creature and shouts.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
It's The Kraken!
Everyone to their battle
stations!
PANEL:
JACK grabs JILL by the arm
and pulls her away from the side of the ship where THE KRAKEN towers
above all. THE KRAKEN looks at them and raises a tentacle high.
JACK sees this while turning around to look at the monstrosity.
JACK
Hurry, Jill! We gotta get
to the submarine!
PANEL:
A lumbering tentacle crashes
down on the deck of the ship while JACK activates his force field,
hugging JILL close to him. They both close their eyes tight as the
impact of the tentacle sends them flying.
PANEL:
The force field bubble
descends its arc toward the submarine they came in, strung up with
rope over the ocean. The top hatch is open wide.
PANEL:
THE KIDS drop onto the
ground of the submarine through the open hatch, the force field
popping. THE KIDS lay almost face-first into the submersible.
JILL
Oof!
PANEL:
CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND
BEARD pulls the string that fires a cannon at THE KRAKEN, a
silhouette with one large, red eye. HIS CREW do the same as THE
COLONIAL CREW fire their guns. THE KRAKEN has large parts of the
ship in some of its tentacles. Other arms are throwing random
pirates.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Shoot the blasted thing
down! Are ye afraid of an overgrown Southeast Asian cuisine?!
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
[OFF-PANEL]
C-Craig...
PAGE 18
PANEL:
CAPTAIN STRAWBERRY-BLOND
BEARD squats over the bruised body of THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN with
worry.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Kieth!
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
If I don't make it...
PANEL:
A close-up of CAPTAIN
CRAIG's worried face.
STRAWBERRY-BLOND BEARD
Anythin', Bud.
PANEL:
A close-up of CAPTAIN
KIETH's dying face.
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
Pay the loan on my new
house...
PANEL:
A close-up of CAPTAIN
CRAIG's fed-up face.
PANEL:
Jack and Jill's submarine
zooms away from the underwater action towards the viewer as ATLANTEAN
SUBMARINES try to shoot at a now-underwater KRAKEN that focuses its
heavy eye on our heroes.
JACK
I think I'm finally
getting it, Jill! This side handles up and down, and that side makes
us go left and right. But I can't reach that side!
PANEL:
JILL quickly rushes to one
side of the controls.
JILL
I've got it, Jack! If we
work together we can get out of this!
PANEL:
JACK and JILL look at each
other.
JACK
Did we just get to a moral
in the story?
JILL
What's a “molar story”?
PAGE 19
PANEL:
THE KIDS are jumbled out of
their positions as the whole submarine shakes.
JILL
Woooah!
PANEL:
THE KRAKEN has a tentacle
around the middle of the kids' submarine.
KRAKEN
ROOOOOOOAAAAAR!!
PANEL:
JACK is scrambling at his
controls while JILL is getting up, rubbing her head.
JACK
Quick! We have to turn
this thing around!
JILL
Why?!
PANEL:
Out of a side window, JACK
points to a glowing part of THE KRAKEN's underbelly, pressing his
nose against the glass.
JACK
Look! That part of the
squid thing is glowing!
JILL
[OFF-PANEL]
So?
JACK
So if we hit that, it
should kill it!
PANEL:
JACK and JILL take up their
parts of the controls.
JILL
What makes you think
that?!
JACK
That's how it is in all
the video games.
PANEL:
Through the front window of
the submarine, we see THE KRAKEN with a roaring mouth.
JACK
[OFF-PANEL]
And if there's one thing
I'm good at...
PANEL:
In a side shot, THE KRAKEN
lurches over with the force of the submarine driving through its gut,
its tentacle going through the wound but letting go of the
submersible.
JACK
...it's
videogaaaaaames!
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PANEL:
A close-up of an overhanging
intercom in the submarine.
KING OF ATLANTIS
Kids! This is the King of
Atlantis, and may I extend a thanks to you and your incredible
skills! We're all very impressed with your blood-thirsty act of war!
PANEL:
THE KIDS are piloting their
controls with wide grins and wide eyes, happier than ever.
KING OF ATLANTIS
[OFF-PANEL]
If you come up to the
surface, we'll give you all the riches you can carry!
PANEL:
The submarine breaches the
ocean surface.
KING OF ATLANTIS
[OFF-PANEL]
Prizes beyond your wildest
dreams!
PANEL:
THE KIDS' hands reach up to
the top hatch of the submarine.
KING OF ATLANTIS
[OFF-PANEL]
The most valuable things
in all the ocean!
PANEL:
THE KIDS pop open the top of
the cardboard box, practically hopping out, their arms outstretched.
They both have wide grins, but a frazzled look in their eyes over the
realization that they won't get any of their promised treasure. JACK
shakes with inner frustration.
PANEL:
A black panel with the words
“ELSEWHERE” in the corner. The words of THE COLONIAL CAPTAIN
come into frame.
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
Wh-where am I? Where is
my crew? Are we back in the Colonies? Or am I...
PANEL:
Another black panel. The
words of THE CONQUEROR jump in.
THE CONQUEROR
Ah. Finally some company.
COLONIAL CAPTAIN
Aah! Who are you?!
THE CONQUEROR
...A friend.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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