Post by RaceFanX on Mar 23, 2013 10:50:40 GMT -5
(A new drone aircraft sits on the end of a runway. The jet-powered drone throttles up and takes off from Stifle Air Base, two missiles hanging under its wings. In a room filled with monitors a company official stands before various military and government types speaking about it while another sits down flying it with a joystick)
Company official: Ladies, gentlemen and various international dignitaries I present to you the JS-19B drone bomber. Now we’re still very early in the development but we wanted to give you a taste of what the JS-19B can do with a live fire demonstration using a couple of hot missiles. We’ll be taking her out over the coast to sink a Navy surplus ship as part of an artificial reef program.
(Foul play is at hand as a green beam shoots up through the atmosphere, it bounces off a satellite labeled “DS Technologies 4” and back to Earth striking the drone. In the control room all the screens go static. The official and the pilot talk.)
Pilot: I can get any response from the drone.
Official: She dead in the water?
Pilot: ‘Fraid so.
Official: Troubleshoot it.
Pilot: No response from any systems, our $2 billion prototype isn’t responding to anything.
Official: Crap, self-destruct it and we’ll go back to the drawing board. The dignitaries would prefer safety to missiles flying blindly over farm land.
(Pilot hits the self-destruct button. Nothing happens)
Pilot: Sir, we’re locked out.
Official: Locked out? By who?
(Elsewhere on top of a skyscraper in a populated area. The controls to the drone are visible on a DS Technologies Smartphone a blue merle paw controlling it)
Gamma: We’re in. Where do you want your bombs delivered bro?
(The Skayninans are back! A figure emerges from the shadows. It’s him…)
Epsilon: Dearly Farm of course, Iota ring them up.
Iota: On it boss. (hands him another DS Technologies Smartphone)
(On Dearly Farm it’s a beautiful day. The recently waxed Puppy Bus shines in the sun, a rerun of Thunderbolt plays on the TV in the barn waiting for the pups to return and Spot’s custom-painted Dalmatian weather vane glistens on top of the barn roof. The whole canine population of the farm is around the kibble trough as Roger and Nanny take the station wagon into town on a grocery run. In between bites the usual conversation is mixed in.)
Roxy: Alright, what’s your favorite G.I. Joe?
Patriot: Favorite G.I. Joe huh? Gotta be Breaker, he’s got all the connections.
Kappa the corgi: From that movie we watched I liked Mercer.
Lucky: You’re crazy, Flint’s always been the best.
(Suddenly Diana’s cell phone rings. The ringtone is Pat Benatar’s “Heartbreaker,” she quickly answers it)
Diana: Hell-o.
Epsilon (on the other end, disguising his voice a bit): Give the phone to Lucky like a good girl.
Diana: There is nothing ‘good girl’ about me.
Epsilon: GIVE IT TO HIM.
Diana: Fine, don’t call me again. Luckless it’s for you.
Lucky: Huh (he is handed the phone) Hello?
Epsilon: It’s been a long time Lucky, feels like two years but it can’t have been that long.
Lucky (recognizes the voice, it haunted his dreams for a while after London): You? No, that’s impossible. That tube train, I watched you die!
Epsilon (mocking a southern accent): Rumors of my death were highly exaggerated.
Lucky (covers phone): Guys, it’s Epsilon, he’s alive.
All pups: What? (Kappa cowers in fear under the food trough, Doc pulls in closer to the phone)
Lucky (Back on phone, puts it on speaker): What do you want?
Epsilon: I final proposal for you to switch sides. Humanity is a lost cause, join me and we canines will rule the world together.
Doc (taking the phone): We’ll never join you.
Epsilon: Well so be it, I didn’t expect you to see sense. There is however a penalty for declining. Still want to say no.
Doc: In the words of my generation “Up Yours!”
Epsilon: Very well. Some pups like you call me a terrorist, I prefer to think of myself as a freedom fighter. Lesson one: Hit the good guys when they least expect it. (hangs up)
Patch: What was that last bit about?
(Where they are, Gamma hands Epsilon the drone controls)
Epsilon: Time those Dalmatians learn the consequences of playing with the big dogs. Bombs away.
(Back on Dearly Farm the pups stand around the trough stunned)
Raine: Okay, you’ve killed that border collie like twice, how does he keep coming back?
(Suddenly the sound of the drone’s jet engine shatters the serenity of the day as it buzzes the farm at low altitude. The drone banks into a turn and at a higher altitude comes in on an attack run)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
Cadpig: You don’t think that’s his do you?<o:p></o:p>
Lucky: Yes! Everybody run!<o:p></o:p>
(The pups scatter in toward the road and away from the farm)<o:p></o:p>
Epsilon (holding his controls): "Eagle One, Fox One!"<o:p></o:p>
(Clicks a button, at the farm the drone fires one of its missiles. The other farm animals also run for their lives as its streaks in. The missile nails the Puppy Bus and blows the iconic spotted machine up in a gigantic ball of farm, it’s flaming chassis flies into the side of the Chow Tower and rips into it, the bus’ remains crash down in front of the barn. The "101" vanity license plate is bent in half and spin around a few times before falling over. The tower is badly damaged; it catches fire and topples over crushing Nanny’s bicycle operating system and the food trough as it splitters into a million burning pieces.)<o:p></o:p>
Rolly: NOOOOOO!!!!!<o:p></o:p>
(Belchic grabs him by the collar and all continue running in a mass of white and black)<o:p></o:p>
Belchic: Keep running you fool!<o:p></o:p>
Two-Tone: There’s nothing we can do!
Bishop: I wouldn't say that, surviving this attack would be a nice option.
(Epsilon banks the drone around for another run)<o:p></o:p>
Epsilon: KAMIKAZE ATTACK!...I’ve always wanted to say that.<o:p></o:p>
(He aims the drone at the barn, throttles it up to full, arms the last missile and sits back to watch the fireworks)<o:p></o:p>
Epsilon: Goodbye Dearly Farm!<o:p></o:p>
(The drone slams into the back of the barn and explodes. Inside all is peaceful for a second, Thunderbolt is still on the TV when an explosion rips through the floor and destroys it. More explosions rip through the floor, incinerating Roger’s tractor, igniting all the hay bales and causing the entire upper level where the pups sleep to collapse and crash down. Outside the barn is fully engulfed in flame…finally another series of explosions rip through and it collapses implosion style.)<o:p></o:p>
Epsilon: That should get the point across.<o:p></o:p>
(The pups and other animals emerge from hiding behind the hills surrounding the farm. Dearly Farm is a shattered ruin with only the farm house still standing)<o:p></o:p>
Doc: He blew up Dearly Farm? HE BLEW UP DEARLY FARM! <o:p></o:p>
Lucky: That low down, slimy son of a…<o:p></o:p>
(The phone rings again. Lucky answer again)<o:p></o:p>
Epsilon: That’s only a sample of the resources now at my disposal. Stay out of my affairs or I can do even more. I’m in…<o:p></o:p>
COMING IN TIME: THE RETURN OF EPSILON<o:p></o:p>
(Back on the roof)<o:p></o:p>
Sigma: What are you smoking targeting them directly? Why would you say our location to them?<o:p></o:p>
Epsilon: That’s very simple, with their home gone they’ll come after us. And with their actions somewhat predicted we can spring the trap as planned.<o:p></o:p>
(Dramatic musical sting)