(KIM and RON sit at their table at Bueno Nacho, several empty nacho trays
are strewn about the table, as well as two sodas. RON is squeezing packets
into an empty nacho basket)
KIM: (Holding a script) Okay, here's another one, The Godfather The Musical. (Looks at RON) What are you doing?
RON: Making a special sauce. It's a combination of Diablo sauce, ketchup and mustard. With a touch of paprika and pepper. I call it, "42 Times."
KIM: Why "42 Times"?
RON: My other 41 mixes didn't work out so well.
KIM: So you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying, have you?
RON: Sure I have. You just looked at The Godfather The Musical.
KIM: And what do you think?
RON: I don't think so. I mean, where would we get a horsehead?
KIM: Good point. Besides, I don't think that would go over well.
(KIM tosses the script aside)
RON: Is there anything left?
KIM: No, we've gone through them all.
RON: Aw, man. Well, time to test "42 Times." Rufus.
(RUFUS climbs out of a nacho basket and goes over to the basket with the sauce. RON picks up a nacho, dips it in the sauce, and hands the nacho to RUFUS)
RON: Give it a test.
(RUFUS eats the nacho. Immediately he reacts as if there were a four alarm fire burning inside his mouth. He leaps into KIM's soda, hurriedly drinking all he can. When he is finished, the fire put out, the cup tips over, and RUFUS falls off the table into KIM's backpack)
KIM: I don't know what we're going to do. There's not one decent script here. (Looks down at backpack) All right, Rufus, out of my backpack.
(KIM reaches down into her backpack to retrieve RUFUS, but stops)
KIM: Hey. What's this?
(KIM digs into her backpack and pulls out a script)
KIM: Well how about that.
RON: What?
KIM: This script was left at the bottom of my bag. I must have not taken it out.
RON: Let's hear it.
KIM: It's called High School.
RON: Sounds intriguing.
(KIM looks through the script)
KIM: Hmm.
RON: Look good?
KIM: Looks like we've found our play.
RON: (Dips a nacho in the sauce) All right! "42 Times" is the charm!
(RON pops the nacho in his mouth and suffers the same consequences as RUFUS. He grabs his drink and gulps it down)
RON: Zesty!
(ESTABLISHING SHOT: Laboratory in Key West)
(Cut to the interior. It is a basic since lab with test tubes, beakers, electrodes, etc. One outstanding feature are three large cylinders near the back of the lab. They contain large amount of liquid and a figure. A scientist [DR. FLUX] approaches one of the tubes).
DR. FLUX: Hello, Gill. Sleep well?
(GILL is the figure in the tubes)
GILL: You try sitting in a water tank with people studying you all day. See how well you sleep.
DR. FLUX: Huh. Well, in any case, we've made some major breakthroughs which should interest you.
(GILL is suddenly interested)
GILL: Really?
DR. FLUX: Yes. We had a remarkable breakthrough last night.
GILL: Yes...
DR. FLUX: We cloned a sandwich.
(GILL stares at him in disbelief)
GILL: What?
DR. FLUX: We cloned a sandwich. Isn't that great?
GILL: I have a question: how exactly did a bozo like you graduate from medical school?
DR. FLUX: What do mean?
GILL: I've been here over a year and I haven't changed at all! Are you people even working on me any more, or am I an aquarium display?
DR. FLUX: Of course not, Gill. You're our number one priority. But, come on, we cloned a sandwich! We could solve the hunger issues of the world! Don't you think you're being a little bit selfish? Why don't you live with your genetic abilities and try to use them to benefit mankind?
GILL: Where'd you get a stupid idea like that?
DR. FLUX: The *X-Men* movie.
GILL: Great.
(A phone rings off screen)
DR. FLUX: That's for me. I'll be right back.
(DR. FLUX leaves)
GILL: I don't need this.
(GILL swims near the top of his cylinder and pushes the top off. He climbs out the hole, and breaks a window)
GILL: Here I come, squeeb.
(GILL jumps through the window and escapes into the night. DR. FLUX returns)
DR. FLUX: So, Gill, I think you should- (notices GILL is gone) we really need to update our security system.
KIM: (Holding a script) Okay, here's another one, The Godfather The Musical. (Looks at RON) What are you doing?
RON: Making a special sauce. It's a combination of Diablo sauce, ketchup and mustard. With a touch of paprika and pepper. I call it, "42 Times."
KIM: Why "42 Times"?
RON: My other 41 mixes didn't work out so well.
KIM: So you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying, have you?
RON: Sure I have. You just looked at The Godfather The Musical.
KIM: And what do you think?
RON: I don't think so. I mean, where would we get a horsehead?
KIM: Good point. Besides, I don't think that would go over well.
(KIM tosses the script aside)
RON: Is there anything left?
KIM: No, we've gone through them all.
RON: Aw, man. Well, time to test "42 Times." Rufus.
(RUFUS climbs out of a nacho basket and goes over to the basket with the sauce. RON picks up a nacho, dips it in the sauce, and hands the nacho to RUFUS)
RON: Give it a test.
(RUFUS eats the nacho. Immediately he reacts as if there were a four alarm fire burning inside his mouth. He leaps into KIM's soda, hurriedly drinking all he can. When he is finished, the fire put out, the cup tips over, and RUFUS falls off the table into KIM's backpack)
KIM: I don't know what we're going to do. There's not one decent script here. (Looks down at backpack) All right, Rufus, out of my backpack.
(KIM reaches down into her backpack to retrieve RUFUS, but stops)
KIM: Hey. What's this?
(KIM digs into her backpack and pulls out a script)
KIM: Well how about that.
RON: What?
KIM: This script was left at the bottom of my bag. I must have not taken it out.
RON: Let's hear it.
KIM: It's called High School.
RON: Sounds intriguing.
(KIM looks through the script)
KIM: Hmm.
RON: Look good?
KIM: Looks like we've found our play.
RON: (Dips a nacho in the sauce) All right! "42 Times" is the charm!
(RON pops the nacho in his mouth and suffers the same consequences as RUFUS. He grabs his drink and gulps it down)
RON: Zesty!
(ESTABLISHING SHOT: Laboratory in Key West)
(Cut to the interior. It is a basic since lab with test tubes, beakers, electrodes, etc. One outstanding feature are three large cylinders near the back of the lab. They contain large amount of liquid and a figure. A scientist [DR. FLUX] approaches one of the tubes).
DR. FLUX: Hello, Gill. Sleep well?
(GILL is the figure in the tubes)
GILL: You try sitting in a water tank with people studying you all day. See how well you sleep.
DR. FLUX: Huh. Well, in any case, we've made some major breakthroughs which should interest you.
(GILL is suddenly interested)
GILL: Really?
DR. FLUX: Yes. We had a remarkable breakthrough last night.
GILL: Yes...
DR. FLUX: We cloned a sandwich.
(GILL stares at him in disbelief)
GILL: What?
DR. FLUX: We cloned a sandwich. Isn't that great?
GILL: I have a question: how exactly did a bozo like you graduate from medical school?
DR. FLUX: What do mean?
GILL: I've been here over a year and I haven't changed at all! Are you people even working on me any more, or am I an aquarium display?
DR. FLUX: Of course not, Gill. You're our number one priority. But, come on, we cloned a sandwich! We could solve the hunger issues of the world! Don't you think you're being a little bit selfish? Why don't you live with your genetic abilities and try to use them to benefit mankind?
GILL: Where'd you get a stupid idea like that?
DR. FLUX: The *X-Men* movie.
GILL: Great.
(A phone rings off screen)
DR. FLUX: That's for me. I'll be right back.
(DR. FLUX leaves)
GILL: I don't need this.
(GILL swims near the top of his cylinder and pushes the top off. He climbs out the hole, and breaks a window)
GILL: Here I come, squeeb.
(GILL jumps through the window and escapes into the night. DR. FLUX returns)
DR. FLUX: So, Gill, I think you should- (notices GILL is gone) we really need to update our security system.