A/N: And finally, we have Bart. Far as I'm concerned, Kyle Gallner should have a permanent place on the cast. But that's just my opinion.
I'm updating as fast as I can. I've written up to scene 19, and I'll try to get it up a bit faster, if possible.
Anyway, here we go...
SCENE SEVEN - WATCHTOWER - NIGHT INT
Jimmy sets cup of coffee down in front of Chloe. She grabs it, grateful, takes a deep whiff of that java aroma, purrs.
CHLOE
Hmm… I love you!
Cue extremely awkward and embarrassing moment, with much fidgeting and clearing of throats.
CHLOE
We, er… we should check in on Bart. He should have been first to the scene.
JIMMY (V/O)
Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Jimmy takes his seat as Chloe hooks up link.
CHLOE
Impulse, this is Watchtower. Impulse, come in.
BART (V/O)
Richard!
CHLOE
Huh?
BART (V/O)
I decided I'm tired of the name 'Roger'. Dumb ass name anyways! Richard's better. Or Dick, if you want.
Jimmy snorts. Coffee comes out his nose. Chloe rolls her eyes.
CHLOE
Impulse…
BART (V/O)
Fine! Fine! Roger! What?
CHLOE
You're still a mile off your location. What's the problem?
BART (V/O)
My shoes!
CHLOE
Excuse me?
BART (V/O)
These damn shoes!
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SCENE EIGHT - THE ARCTIC - NIGHT/DAY EXT
Extremely miserable Bart, wearing what looks like several large coats, with his tell-tale red sneakers peeking out from the bottom, trudges through the snow.
BART
I can't get enough purchase to speed. I keep slidin'! After the third time I smacked into a damn glacier, I decided the hell with it!
CHLOE (V/O)
Impulse, you're gonna freeze!
BART
Tell me something I don't know!
CHLOE (V/O)
You're almost there! Just… one last burst.
BART
You said this Fortress is made of crystals, right?
CHLOE (V/O)
Yeah.
BART
Crystals… like those big, pointy rocks, right?
CHLOE (V/O)
Yeah…
BART
And you want me to superspeed into the thing? I don't have any desire to end up as a new popsicle called Bart-on-a-stick!
CHLOE (V/O)
Well, er…
JIMMY (V/O)
What about this? Superspeed for like… a couple yards, and then skid the rest of the way. That'll give you traction, and you'll be able to stop in time.
CHLOE (V/O)
Jimmy, I don't think…
BART
Hey now! That actually sounds like fun!
CHLOE (V/O)
Impulse, I don't think…
BART
Hold onto your hat, Santa! Here comes… Bart!
In a red blur on a field of white, Bart warps into speed for a split second, before stopping dead. His momentum carries him on his sneakers, ski'ing at furious speed across the tundra. c/u on Bart's face – he's grinning like a maniac.
BART
This is outrageous! I wonder if I can find a penguin to race!
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