EPISODE I- PILOT

Intro

General Willy was a well known army hero who had returned to his little home in 'Mineral Town' after graciously retiring from the guard. It was on this particular day, however, that he decided to head on over to a neighboring town known as simply "The Village" and purchase a few tools for his farm.

"Ronald's Supermarket, hmm?" he examined the big sign at the front of the shop. "I don't remember this ever being here. My, how this town has changed over the years."

"Hello," a big, gray haired man at the counter greeted as Willy entered the store. "Can I help you with anything particular today, sir?"

"Yes, I am interested in buying some tools for my farm,"

"You've come to the right place, my friend," the store owner smiled. "My name is Ronald, and this is the best damned shop in the world! We have the greatest selection of food, tools, entertainment, and everything else you may need all made by the top selling makers on the continent, and for the lowest prices you've ever seen!"

"Wonderful!" Willy smiled widely, taking a gander around the room and noticing it seemed completely empty except for the large counter between himself and Ronald. "So… where are they?"

"Across the street at Louis' Tool Shop." Ronald grinned.

"What? But I thought you said that…"

"Have a nice day!" Ronald stretched his mouth even wider. Willy parted with the man, annoyed at the minor setback. He entered Louis' Tool Shop and was given a similar greeting by Louis, a young four-eyed geek wearing the thickest pair of glasses Willy had ever seen.

"I was told you sell a wide selection high quality bran name tools for low prices," Willy put on his business face.

"Sure, only the best!" Louis' pride shone through his straight posture.

Taking another eye roll around the room, Willy once again noticed that it was indeed empty as the last shop, "Can I see them?"

"Certainly," Louis humbly bent behind his counter and fumbled around for a moment before peering back over the desk and slamming a large object on top. "This is the super sickle, I made it myself one day when I got bored. It's like a sprinkler system in a can, but you still get to risk throwing out your back and all that fun stuff!"

"…Hmm, well as fun as that sounds, I own a sprinkler system already. What else other sorts of tools do you have?"

"Farm tools? That'd be it." Louis blinked.

"But," Willy began to panic. "You said you had a wide selection!"

"Well you never specified that you wanted farming supplies only,"

"And only the top selling brand names!"

"Louis Tools IS a top selling brand of tools, no one ever buys any other kind in this town," Louis blushed at his own compliments.

"That's because you don't even sell any other kind! You're running a monopoly here!" Willy was outraged. "Is there anything else you could sell me that may be useful on a farm? I walked for so long to get here and it would be just horrible if I had to go home empty handed."

"Well, lucky for you, I just so happen to be an inventor!" Louis announced. "But the only thing that may be of use on your farm is my new Guillotine Axe 55. Unfortunately, I haven't worked all of the kinks out yet… it might be a little bit dangerous. But if used with caution, I'm sure you'll find it very handy!" he brought a large hand axe out from behind the desk to show his customer.

"Hmm, well I wouldn't want the grandsons to have an accident, but I suppose if I kept it in a safe place it would be okay. I'll take it," Willy was finally satisfied.

"Great! That'll be 40,000 dollars, please."

"WHAT!?!"

Act 1

Jack III arrived on his late grandfather's farm in "The Village" late on the afternoon of the first day of Spring. He was a happy young 21 year old man, named after his great grandfather Jack II who had moved his great legacy of farming from Mineral Town to this one many years ago to escape his sister Jill. Jack III was a kind, gentle soul who was always willing to help when it was needed and always seemed to find the good in all people. Jack III only had one major setback in his life, and being new in such a strange little town, it was bound to cause him at least a little bit of confusion; Jack III was deaf.

Now this is not to say that he did not live a wonderful and full life the way one should, for he had everything he needed while growing up with his parents in the city. It is simply just a known fact that when one oblivious outsider somehow finds himself in the middle of a town filled with oblivious morons that some things are bound to go terribly wrong.

Jack III's mission today was to go to the farm and take back with him some of his grandfather Tony's possessions from the farm; he had died suddenly on the weekend of an unknown illness. It was while Jack III was sorting through some tools in the field when he saw three bright little rodents scamper by off in the distance.

Upon noticing one another, the small creatures decided that the young man looked harmless enough that he could be approached. As they came into full view, Jack III became excited to realize that these 'creatures' were none other than Harvest Sprites, or 'elves' as he had thought. Not being able to say anything, he picked them up in his arms one by one and gave them each a gigantic, almost life-threatening hug.

"Stop it!" the one dressed in red barked in a high pitched voice at Jack III, who smiled stupidly and took the comment to be a greeting. "You can't be so rough with us! We're not as big and strong as Tony was,"

Jack III knew instantly that this little one dressed in red was the leader.

"My name is Nic," he continued on. "This here is Nac," he pointed to the runt in the group, dressed in blue. "And that there is our little brother, Flak," he then pointed to an obese sprite dressed in yellow as they waved in unison. Jack III understood this, and smiled as he waved back at them. "We're the harvest sprites, and we have a huge favor to ask of you."

Jack III stared blankly at him, knowing full well that the little one was trying to tell him something important, but he did not know what. Therefore, he did not care. Jack III walked away.

"Hey!" Nic cried in outrage as the sprites ran after him. "We need you to stay here and look after the farm! The town is in trouble and the Harvest Goddess needs to talk with you, please listen!"

Jack III turned to the little ones and realized they were not going to give up. I like you too, he smiled at them again and decided to follow them.

The troop led their new friend across the village to a forest with a small pond at the far end and stopped.

"Now you need to throw an offering into the lake and the Harvest Goddess will appear!" Nic explained with majestic wisdom.

Jack III stared in a daze at the little fellow.

"Go on, throw something… y'know, throw?" Nic was growing frustrated with the young man. "Pick up a flower, and throw it into the pond!" Nic moved his arms to mime the act of throwing something towards the waters, trying to make Jack III feel stupd for not understanding him sooner.

Oh, okay, Jack III slapped himself in the side of the head in realization. Taking a step forward, he bent forward, picked poor little Nic up from the ground and hurled him like a soccer ball hard into the water. He was quite proud of himself as the two dwarfs beside him stared into the water in fright.

Alas, out from the small pond a whirling of water arose from the depths and a beautiful goddess appeared from the within the hurricane. Jack III did not understand how this could have happened, but he was quite startled by this and decided to throw Nac in the water as well to make her go away.

"Ahhhhhhh!" the smallest one screamed.

Nic, Nac, stop bothering the poor man! Honestly, good help is so hard to find these days! the Harvest Goddess brushed her long purple locks back elegantly. So you are the descendent of our savior, Tony. You have much to live up to, young one.

Realizing how perfectly gorgeous this woman was, Jack III forgot all about his fears and stared like a moron into her enticing red eyes. Pretty…

Successor of Jack the first, the coward Indabox, the noble Jack the second, the brave Tony, and whoever the hell your father is… lazy city slicker… the village is in trouble! In exactly one year, this town is going to be demolished and made into a large fair… the hope of the town and its people, and even myself, all depends on you. Please, find some way to save the town, time is running out! she held out her arm to him which the boy perceived as an act of longing.

Caught in the trance of her unbelievable beauty, Jack III opened his mouth wide with a quivering tongue and moved slowly forward into her heavenly embrace as his eyes began to shut and give in to passion.

Whence the goddess realized what was happening, she shied back slowly and slapped him hard on the cheek as he slipped forward into the pond below.

I think I missed… Jack III coughed the water out of his lungs as the three sprites attempted to lift him out of the goddess' abode.

Take him back to the farm, Nac, Flak. I must consult with Nic for a moment, something has just come to my attention. the goddess ordered.

Jack III made panicking tongue gestures to the Harvest Goddess as the two sprites grabbed him by a hand each and pulled furiously in the opposite direction.

"What is wrong, great one?" Nic asked anxiously.

It seems that we have a problem with this boy…

"Yes… He is an idiot." Nic concluded.

Mmm, not quite. the goddess bit her lower lip. He is what we would call, hearing impaired, or deaf.

"Wh…what?! Are you sure? He seemed like he could hear…" Nic trailed off, not wanting to believe he could have overlooked something so obvious.

I am positive. Precautions need to be taken to ensure that he learns of his mission and understands it completely. I need YOU to keep an eye on him and keep him on track.

"Can't we just get someone else? Someone who CAN understand?"

There is no one else, Nic. This is the one who was sent to us, and we must honor or dear friend, Tony, by enlisting the help of his grandson. No questions asked. Find a way, Nic. Find a way to save this town before one year's time is up, or all is lost.

"There HAS to be another option, your ladyship!" Nic whined.

There is. Death.

"On my way!" Nic darted off towards the farm.

Act 2

"Someone's coming! Run!" Nac squealed as he and his fat brother scrambled into the bushes along the path they had been leading. Jack III was startled by their sudden panic and stood at his guard, ready for whatever may come his way.

It was then that an elderly figure appeared along the path, it was the owner of the pub just down the way. At 62 years old, he was the wisest of the people in the small village.

"Hello, young fellow," he extended his hand warmly to Jack III. "My name is Wallace, you must be…"

BAM!

Jack III punched Wallace square in the face, knocking the old man to the ground with a thump.

That'll teach you to scare my friends! Jack III frowned down at the dazed old man, not yet fully aware of what had happened to him.

"What happened!?" Nic appeared from behind his brothers.

"The new guy is bonding with the locals, it would seem," Flak scratched his head.

"Imbeciles! We can't have him mashing with the townspeople! He's the one who has to save them!" Nic yelled.

"Well then tell him not to," Nac suggested shyly.

"We can't! We can't tell him anything, not anymore. We need to show him!" Nic grabbed them and brought them out from the cover of the bushes.

"Show him?" Flak was confused.

Jack III stared down at this little buddies, proud of what he had done to save them.

"He's deaf! He can't hear us! All this time we thought he was just dense, he really just couldn't hear what we were telling him," Nic explained. Everything finally clicked for the sprites now. Nice stepped forward to engage Jack III in communication. He pointed up to Jack III and made sure Jack III responded by pointing a finger at himself.

Nic then moved his arms outward and inward, outward and inward, as he shook his head from side to side, "Don't…"

Then Nic walked closer to the old man who was still lying on the ground dizzily and looking awkwardly at the little creatures before him. Nice then punched the helpless old fool in the forehead, knocking him out completely.

Jack III understood this completely, I shouldn't punch people because I might hurt my wrist… I should kick them instead! He nodded in approval of Nic's suggestion and began mercilessly kicking poor elderly Wallace in all the sensitive areas.

Jack III was having too much fun to notice his little friends waving at him to stop, and their screams of panic failed to pass through his ears, as everything did.

"The horror, the horror!"

Jack III decided that it was too late to head back home now, and that he would be forced to sleep his in grandfather's farm that night. The sprites then took it upon themselves to ensure that he would not find his way home any time soon by stripping his car down to nothing during the night.

Needless to say, Jack III was not very pleased to find his vehicle in pieces in the morning, but figured it was probably that old bastard he had beaten the day before out for his revenge.

He was stuck in 'The Village' now with no way home, and no clue why he was there. The situation seemed hopeless… for everyone.

Conclusion

The young tradesman's apprentice, Joe, was out for a stroll the next morning when he came across a headless scarecrow, elegantly leaning on a tree.

"Where did you come from? This is an odd place for you to be. Shouldn't you be out in the middle of a field protecting crops?" Joes playfully laughed.

"Whatcha up to, Joe?" Louis greeted him happily.

"Oh, nothing special. How is business?"

"Fantastic! I sold another one of my amazing Guillotine Axe 56s yesterday! Those babies are pretty costly these days, y'know?"

"I thought it was called the Guillotine Axe 53?" Joe raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no. The number is just the count of how many defects I find in them, so I'm up to 56. I'm sure the good Army General won't mind too much though," Louis was confident in his invention.

"Ah, I woulda thought that number would decrease rather than increase," Joe laughed.

"It will, these things take time!" Louis snapped. "I just found another little problem with it this morning, at least I'm honest about it."

Joe figured it was time to change the subject.

"So I was thinking," Joe said. "Maybe if I were to make a head for this scarecrow my boss would let me sell it. What do you think?"

"I'm gonna be honest with ya, Joe. I don't think it would sell." Louis broke the harsh news mercilessly.

"Re…really? How come?" Joe was hurt by this.

Louis nervously scratched his head, "Because that's not a scarecrow at all; that is the good general Willy."

Spring 1st

I met Tony's grandson today, he is deaf… which doesn't help us much because somehow he is destined to save the town from being demolished. We made sure he's here to stay for a while, but now we need to hurry and get him to understand what he is supposed to do. Most likely, me and my brothers will have to do all the work on our own… but that's just the way things work around here. Oy…

Nic

THE END

(Greetings, HMTV fans, new and old alike! As you may have noticed, I changed the format of the storytelling a little bit for this season. The new series of 15 episodes will basically just poke fun at the ps2 game itself and all of its many limitations, like the limited amount of tools as explored in this episode. I will also focus on the other characters more than I did in the last season, for I feel it will work out for the best in the end. Hope you enjoyed, and stay tuned for more HMTV season 3!)