Note: for you jokers that don't already know, OS = Off Screen and VO = Voice Over.
CHARMEDED SERIES 3: PRELUDE.
BLACK.
PRUE(OS): My sisters and I used to be normal.
CUT TO:
Int. MANOR - LIVING ROOM. THE ROOM IS EMPTY. PHOEBE ENTERS.
PRUE(VO): You know, we did usual stuff.
SUDDENLY PIPER AND PRUE JUMP OUT FROM BEHIND THE SOFA AND ATTACK PHOEBE, WHO YELLS AS THEY TUMBLE ABOUT.
PRUE(VO): Sisterly stuff, carefree stuff.
SOON, PRUE AND PIPER ARE HOLDING PHOEBE ON THE GROUND, LAUGHING AT HER FEEBLE ATTEMPTS TO WIGGLE FREE.
PRUE(VO): Then one day, it all shattered.
THE IMAGE ON SCREEN FREEZES, AND SHATTERS (IT IS ALL EXTREMELY CHEESY).
PRUE(VO): For we learned that we were witches, and not only, but we were also three witches destined to fill a prophecy. We discovered we had powers.
CUT TO:
PIPER FREEZING JEREMY'S ASS.
CUT TO:
PHOEBE HAVING A PREMONITION OF HER AND PIPER ROCKIN' THE CAS-BOMB
CUT TO:
PRUE TK'ING PHOEBE INTO THE WALL, AND THEN ONTO A NEARBY KNIFE.
PRUE(VO): Not only were we real, supernatural witches, but we were... the chosen ones. These powers grew.
CUT TO:
PIPER BLOWING UP SOME DEMON DOOD.
PIPER: Oh my god!
CUT TO:
PRUE ASS-TRAL (HEHE) PROJECTING FROM HER BED INTO PIPER'S BED. PIPER PUNCHES HER.
CUT TO:
PHOEBE STANDING LOOKING AT MS HELLFIRE'S NOTEBOOK. SHE IS LOOKING HELPLESS AS USUAL.
PHOEBE: Negligable?
PRUE(VO): Soon, our whole world was in turmoil. We never knew what kind of evil would be thrown at us, from any angle. Sometimes it was all we could do to try to stay together.
CUT TO:
PRUE TK'ING A BUNCH OF DRUMS OVER PHOEBE'S HEAD AND KICKING HER SO SHE ROLLS INTO THE WALL. CRASH!
PRUE(VO): People we loved, and who loved us back-
A LAUGH IS HEARD OFF SCREEN.
PRUE(VO): Shut up! Uh, were tragically lost.
CUT TO: BUCKLANDS GUY BEING KNOCKED OVER BY A VOLKSWAGON, WHICH THEN STOPS AND COLE CLIMBS OUT.
PRUE(VO): There were times when we felt like we couldn't go on, that it was just so unfair we might desparately turn to the easily-accessible spell which vanquished our powers and turned us into ill-equipped men in the down-below department, but each time we managed to knock it back into ourselves-
CUT TO:
TENS OF TENS OF CLIPS OF THE SISTERS THWACKING EACH OTHER WITH VARIOUS OBJECTS; FISTS, PANS...
PRUE(VO): We were witches, this wasn't no random pick'n'mix chance thing! This wasn't coincidence, serendipity or any other of those long word jargon-busters.
...JELL-O, COMPUTERS, KNIVES, PIECES OF PAPER, BUILDINGS...
PRUE(VO): So for two whole years, we have banded together to fight demons, warlocks, the urge to change sex, and evil in general. We were fulfilling our story, our prophecy, the prophecy of the three sister witches. We are known as The Charmeded Ones (Charmeded Ones repeats and echoes at least forty seven times). We have fought together, laughed and cried together. We have loved each other, more prominantely hated each other, and for what? How do we know that we're in the right? That our whole work over this past two years hasn't been just one big waste of time?
FADE IN:
PRUE IS STANDING LOOKING AT THE CAMERA, IN A CANDLE LIT ROOM. THERE IS A DOORWAY BEHIND HER, FILLED WITH SMOKE.
PRUE: Conclusively, we don't. But in our hearts, we know.
SHE WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM.
PHOEBE(OS): They want solid proof, Prue! Hey! Get back here!
CHARMEDED SERIES 3: PRELUDE.
BLACK.
PRUE(OS): My sisters and I used to be normal.
CUT TO:
Int. MANOR - LIVING ROOM. THE ROOM IS EMPTY. PHOEBE ENTERS.
PRUE(VO): You know, we did usual stuff.
SUDDENLY PIPER AND PRUE JUMP OUT FROM BEHIND THE SOFA AND ATTACK PHOEBE, WHO YELLS AS THEY TUMBLE ABOUT.
PRUE(VO): Sisterly stuff, carefree stuff.
SOON, PRUE AND PIPER ARE HOLDING PHOEBE ON THE GROUND, LAUGHING AT HER FEEBLE ATTEMPTS TO WIGGLE FREE.
PRUE(VO): Then one day, it all shattered.
THE IMAGE ON SCREEN FREEZES, AND SHATTERS (IT IS ALL EXTREMELY CHEESY).
PRUE(VO): For we learned that we were witches, and not only, but we were also three witches destined to fill a prophecy. We discovered we had powers.
CUT TO:
PIPER FREEZING JEREMY'S ASS.
CUT TO:
PHOEBE HAVING A PREMONITION OF HER AND PIPER ROCKIN' THE CAS-BOMB
CUT TO:
PRUE TK'ING PHOEBE INTO THE WALL, AND THEN ONTO A NEARBY KNIFE.
PRUE(VO): Not only were we real, supernatural witches, but we were... the chosen ones. These powers grew.
CUT TO:
PIPER BLOWING UP SOME DEMON DOOD.
PIPER: Oh my god!
CUT TO:
PRUE ASS-TRAL (HEHE) PROJECTING FROM HER BED INTO PIPER'S BED. PIPER PUNCHES HER.
CUT TO:
PHOEBE STANDING LOOKING AT MS HELLFIRE'S NOTEBOOK. SHE IS LOOKING HELPLESS AS USUAL.
PHOEBE: Negligable?
PRUE(VO): Soon, our whole world was in turmoil. We never knew what kind of evil would be thrown at us, from any angle. Sometimes it was all we could do to try to stay together.
CUT TO:
PRUE TK'ING A BUNCH OF DRUMS OVER PHOEBE'S HEAD AND KICKING HER SO SHE ROLLS INTO THE WALL. CRASH!
PRUE(VO): People we loved, and who loved us back-
A LAUGH IS HEARD OFF SCREEN.
PRUE(VO): Shut up! Uh, were tragically lost.
CUT TO: BUCKLANDS GUY BEING KNOCKED OVER BY A VOLKSWAGON, WHICH THEN STOPS AND COLE CLIMBS OUT.
PRUE(VO): There were times when we felt like we couldn't go on, that it was just so unfair we might desparately turn to the easily-accessible spell which vanquished our powers and turned us into ill-equipped men in the down-below department, but each time we managed to knock it back into ourselves-
CUT TO:
TENS OF TENS OF CLIPS OF THE SISTERS THWACKING EACH OTHER WITH VARIOUS OBJECTS; FISTS, PANS...
PRUE(VO): We were witches, this wasn't no random pick'n'mix chance thing! This wasn't coincidence, serendipity or any other of those long word jargon-busters.
...JELL-O, COMPUTERS, KNIVES, PIECES OF PAPER, BUILDINGS...
PRUE(VO): So for two whole years, we have banded together to fight demons, warlocks, the urge to change sex, and evil in general. We were fulfilling our story, our prophecy, the prophecy of the three sister witches. We are known as The Charmeded Ones (Charmeded Ones repeats and echoes at least forty seven times). We have fought together, laughed and cried together. We have loved each other, more prominantely hated each other, and for what? How do we know that we're in the right? That our whole work over this past two years hasn't been just one big waste of time?
FADE IN:
PRUE IS STANDING LOOKING AT THE CAMERA, IN A CANDLE LIT ROOM. THERE IS A DOORWAY BEHIND HER, FILLED WITH SMOKE.
PRUE: Conclusively, we don't. But in our hearts, we know.
SHE WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM.
PHOEBE(OS): They want solid proof, Prue! Hey! Get back here!
