(Brief cut to black)
J.C.: All better? Good. While our cameraman was taking a break, Gina and I were planning out our various traps.
(Turn to Gina, who is playing with a Doc Kubrick *Lego-type toy* and a doll she's made of herself.)
GINA: (as Doc) I love you so much, Gina. I worship the ground you walk on.
(J. C. coughs. Gina looks up and sees the camera is back on. She meeps and quickly hides her toys.)
J. C.: As I was saying, we were planning our traps for the Doculus Brownis. Our first trap is simply a matter of stealth and surprise. We procure a hiding place on the grounds and wait for him to approach. Where do we hide, Gina?
GINA: Hmmm -- how about the DeLorean? I've always wanted to see it up close. And he uses the garage as his lab, right?
J. C.: (grinning) Yeah, he does. Brilliant, Gina. But we'll need to be careful. Anything we do could have serious repercussions on future events. Do you understand?
GINA: Yeah. Sure. (pause) We're quoting the movie again.
J. C.: Who cares; it's a quotable movie. Come on, let's go before Clara comes out and starts making inquiries.
GINA: (snarl) Can't we do something to her as long as we're on the hunt? She isn't even supposed to be alive! Let me push her off Eastwood Ravine, PLLLLEEEEAAASSEE?
J. C.: Gina, your homicidal urges frighten me. We have better things to worry about right now. To the DeLorean!
(The camera follows them as they go back to the garage and sneak in. Brief burst of static, then J. C.'s face appears, abnormally large.)
J. C.: Hi there! We've switched to PenCam to better record what's going down here. After all, I doubt the cameraman would be able to hide as efficiently as us. It's a tight fit in that DeLorean.
(Pan over to Gina, who is wedged in an uncompromising way in the back.)
GINA: OUCH! Help, J. C.! Heeeellllpppp!
J. C.: Christ, Gina, how did you do that? (walks over and starts pulling) UGH! You really got yourself stuck in there! (pulls harder) Try pushing out with your -- EEEP!
(We can now see that Gina looks like an over-stretched piece of taffy. J. C. accidentally lets go, and she sproings back, hard. Gina begins to cry.)
GINA: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
J. C.: (waving frantically) Shh, shh! Gina! Gina, don't cry! I'm sorry, Gina, I didn't mean to hurt you! Please, be quiet! (pulls out Doc Kubrick) See Doc, Gina?
(Gina immediately goes quiet. J. C. pats her head and gives her the Kubrick. Gina smiles, all happy again.)
J. C.: (breathing a sigh of relief) Whew! That was a close one. Now, Gina, try pushing back with your feet while I pull on you.
(Gina nods, and braces herself. J.C. pulls, Gina pushes, and she pops out. They land on top of each other, Gina growing large in our view. Suddenly, the feed cuts out.)
GINA: Uh-oh. I think I broke it.
J. C.: (groan) Let me see it. . . .
(Burst of static, then J. C.'s and Gina's faces come back into view. J. C. looks at Gina.)
J. C.: You just disrupted the video input. No harm done. Now let's get into that DeLorean before someone comes down here. It would be just perfect if we got caught by Clara now.
(Gina growls and nods. They carefully squeeze themselves into the car. The camera shows the DeLorean upholstery for a moment, then slowly pans to J. C.'s face. She looks very squished.)
J. C.: (muffled) I hope Doc comes out soon. I don't know how long we can stay in here.
(Several hours pass. J. C. occasionally squirms to look at her watch. Gina is whimpering, looking unhappily at the door. Eventually she turns back to J. C.)
GINA: J. C.?
J. C.: Hmmm?
GINA: I'm going crazy.
J. C.: Oh. Okay. I thought it was only me.
(Back to total silence for ten seconds. Then Gina shrieks like a banshee.)
GINA: AND I DROPPED MY DOC! I WANT MY DOC! I WANT MY DOC! GIVE ME MY DOC!!!
J. C.: (sighing) The things I do to get the boys I like. . . .
(Suddenly, there is noise outside the garage! The girls tense, listening carefully to every little sound.)
OFF-CAMERA VOICE: So, where are we going to eat, Doc?
DOC: When, Marty, are we going to eat. I thought I'd treat you and Jennifer to a dinner at Dubon Henri's.
MARTY: But that closed two -- oh! Hey, way cool, Doc! Jennifer's always wanted to go there.
J. C.: (starting to spazz) OOOOOH! It's a McFlyis Martin!! They're interacting! The Doculus Brownis is showing the McFlyis Martin where the food is! If only I wasn't stuck in this car! (shakes wildly back and forth)
GINA: (turning green) J. C., stop! I'm gonna puke!
MARTY: Hey, Doc, you hear something in there?
(The girls quickly go silent.)
DOC: (uncertainly) Clara did mention some film-makers in our backyard. . . . Maybe they're behind the garage or something.
MARTY: You're just going to let them film stuff on your property?
DOC: As long as they don't damage my inventions, I don't care. At least they have a reason for being on my property. (sound of footsteps approaching door) But I'd best lock the garage. We'll be using the train tonight, and I'm staying home tomorrow.
(There is a loud click as Doc locks the door. Gina and J. C. look at each other. Tears well up in both their eyes.)
BOTH: Wait -- wait -- (hear Doc and Marty leave) WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!
(This continues for three hours. Finally the girls lose their breath and sadly wiggle their way out of the car.)
J. C.: (trying to sound "dramatic") Apparently our prey is more cunning than I thought. We will have to use intricate traps to capture him so he can be ours.
GINA: But what are we going to do in the meantime?
J. C: (looking around) Hey! They have Scrabble®!
GINA: Wait, I want to find my Doc!
J. C.: You know, Gina, since I bought it, that is technically my Doc.
GINA: My Doc!
J. C.: My Doc!
GINA: MY Doc!
J. C.: MY DOC!
GINA: MY DOC!
J. C.: MY DOC!
GINA: MY DOC!
J. C.: MY DOC!
(This continues on well into the night.)
J. C.: (gasp) MY DOC!!!
GINA: (gasp, pant, wheeze) MY. . .DOC!!!
J. C.: (looking light-headed)MY. . .DO -- DO --
(She faints, and the video feed cuts out again. A moment later there is the thud of Gina fainting. To save you time, let's skip right to when J. C. wakes up and gets the camera going again, why don't we?)
J. C.: (looking very disheveled) Well, as you can tell, this plan really backfired on us. At least we can take advantage of the situation to examine the territory of the Doculus Brownis.
GINA: (also disheveled) Do you still want to play Scrabble®?
J. C.: You set it up while I look around. (PenCam pans around the messy garage as she speaks) Hmm, the Brownis family seems to have a predilection for shiny objects. There are various means of transport from the nest, things to keep the offspring entertained, and many tools for the patriarch of the family to use. No doubt to keep the nest in good working order.
(The camera shows some old bicycles, the DeLorean, various old and new toys *GameBoys, PDAs, model kits*, and Doc's various toolboxes. It finally comes to rest on Gina, who has set up the Scrabble® board.)
GINA: All ready to go, J. C.
(J. C. sits down, still looking around the place. They begin to play.)
GINA: When do you think we'll get out of here, J. C.? I want to go after Doc, not look at his stuff.
J. C.: (smiling) Examining his environment might help us catch him, Gina. But I don't know when we'll be set free.
(A rock suddenly comes sailing through the open window. J. C. turns, gets up, and runs to the window.)
J. C.: Hey! Hey, you punk! Come back he--
(She abruptly realizes the window is open. Embarrassed beyond belief, she dumps her head on her hands.)
J. C.: (whispering) Josie, you are pathetic.
(Cut to them outside, back from the normal camera's view. Gina is talking, mostly because Josie refuses to look up.)
GINA: So, we're out, and we're still looking for ways to catch Doc. I suggested kidnaping Clara, but Josie vetoed that idea. Said she'd be too afraid to leave me alone with her. (looks over at her mortified partner) Come on, J. C., you can't hide forever. You need to tell me your new plan.
J. C.: (finally looking up) Well, I was thinking of exploiting his need for technical objects. (pulls out modem she swiped) We'll use this to lure him into a trap. What sort of trap I leave up to you, Gina.
GINA: (thinks) I know! We'll leave it under a tree or something, and when he comes to retrieve it, we'll drop a net on him! Then we can throw Clara in Eastwood Ravine and--
J. C.: (firmly) Gina, what have I told you about murdering Clara?
GINA: (pouts) I still want to do it.
J. C.: Let's focus on getting Doc first. (pulls off her knapsack) That tree looks good.
(They set up the net in the tree and leave the modem in the yard underneath. They climb the tree and switch to PenCam. J. C. and Gina each hold the end of a rope.)
J. C.: (quietly) Okay, these ropes are looped around pulleys, and attached to the net. When Doc comes to grab his modem, we drop the net, and he's caught. (pause) Hopefully.
(They concentrate on the ground below them intently. So intently that they don't notice the shadowy shape that appears nearby, or the glint of the sun off of glasses. The shadowy shape pulls out what appears to be a penlight of some sort. She aims it at one of the ropes and presses a button. A thin beam of red light comes out, burning into the rope. When the rope is almost snapped in two, she turns it off and runs away.
A few minutes later, Doc shows up. He's humming to himself, looking quite contented. Suddenly, he spots the modem under the tree.)
DOC: (frowning) What the -- how did that get there?
(He goes over to retrieve it. The girls squeak excitedly.
Then, the rope abruptly breaks. The lower half of the net swings down, right in front of Doc's face. The scientist jumps back, very startled.)
DOC: What in the name of Sir Issac H. Newton?!
J. C.: (angry) DAMN CHEAP ROPE!
(Doc jerks his head up to see the girls in the tree. He gives them a strange look.)
DOC: Who are you, and what are you doing in my tree?
J. C.: (whispering to Gina) We can still jump on him. (to Doc) We're making a wildlife documentary. We were setting up a trap for the animal.
DOC: (confused) With my modem? What sort of animal is this?
GINA: (grinning) Oh, only the best animal in the world! (dreamy sigh)
DOC: (frowning at Gina) You look familiar. . . .
GINA: (falling out of the tree from excitement) REALLY??? Oh, Dockie!
(Doc's eyes suddenly go wide with fright. He turns and bolts for the house. Gina, confused, looks back up at J. C.)
GINA: What the heck was that about?
J. C.: I don't know. Do you think you can catch him?
GINA: (looking shocked) He just cleared that hedge! There's no way I could catch up to him! Besides, I'm too little to take him down on my own.
J. C.: (quietly) You wouldn't think that when you're pissed.
GINA: Huh?
J. C.: Nothing. Come on, let's follow him! We can still use the net!
(She jumps down, letting go of her rope. Of course the net promptly falls on them. J. C. glares at the cameraman from under the net.)
J. C.: (growl) Come over here and get this thing off us! Gina, I think we're going to have to plan this out just a bit more throughly.
(brief cut to black)
Kubricks copyright whoever makes them in Japan. Scrabble copyright Hasbro. If there's a real PenCam, you may take mine. :)
