(Establishing Shot – The MHS office. SYD and SAM sit, SYD looks scared and SAM just looks like she doesn't care. Both of them have orange marks on their faces)
SYD: But...AUNT JESSIE, it wasn't my fault! I didn't know...
SAM: SYD doesn't know anything, MRS. BARKIN. At all.
SYD: (continuing, glares at SAM) I didn't know that the flames from my claws would cause a chemical reaction!
JESSIE: (pacing. She stops and stares at SYD) HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU NOT KNOW, SYDNEY REN?!
SYD: Uh...because I'm not smart...?
SAM: Bingo!
(JESSIE and SYD glare at SAM)
SAM: ....What?
(JESSIE slaps her hand to her forehead)
JESSIE: (To SYD) YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT FLARING YOUR HANDS DURING A CHEMISTRY EXPERIMENT WOULD CAUSE THAT?! YOU BLEW UP HALF THE SCIENCE LAB!!! (walks to her desk and sits down)
SYD: (inspecting her nails) And I didn't even chip a nail.
JESSIE: (hits her head on the desk, then looks up) Suspension.
SYD: How long?
JESSIE: Half as long as you're grounded.
SYD: Ah, I can deal with that.
(Later, SYD and SAM walk out of the office.)
SAM: You're toast.
SYD: Heck yeah.
SAM: ...Can I have your stereo?
SYD: (glares)
SAM: What?
(Cut to an FBI office. SYD and DES stand, in mission gear. DES is wearing a SHEGO-style suit in blue and silver colors, with the same type of belt as SYD.)
AGENT: SYD?
SYD: Yeah?
AGENT: The government of Thailand is in danger.
SYD: Aaaaaaaand...?
AGENT: We're sending you and DES to protect them.
SYD: What?!
AGENT: SYD, do you know what would happen if there were no government to protect a country?
SYD: Chaos?
AGENT: (sarcastically) Good guess.
SYD: (beams)
AGENT: You will be masquerading as a panther.
SYD: Say what?
DES: They don't keep panthers as pets in Thailand!
AGENT: Yes..well, we...er...
(The AGENT turns around nervously)
SYD: Nice point, sis.
(SYD and DES bump fists. SYD flares hers)
DES: Ow. Ow.
SYD: Oh...sorry.
(Beat)
SYD: This is too cool!
SYD: But...AUNT JESSIE, it wasn't my fault! I didn't know...
SAM: SYD doesn't know anything, MRS. BARKIN. At all.
SYD: (continuing, glares at SAM) I didn't know that the flames from my claws would cause a chemical reaction!
JESSIE: (pacing. She stops and stares at SYD) HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU NOT KNOW, SYDNEY REN?!
SYD: Uh...because I'm not smart...?
SAM: Bingo!
(JESSIE and SYD glare at SAM)
SAM: ....What?
(JESSIE slaps her hand to her forehead)
JESSIE: (To SYD) YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT FLARING YOUR HANDS DURING A CHEMISTRY EXPERIMENT WOULD CAUSE THAT?! YOU BLEW UP HALF THE SCIENCE LAB!!! (walks to her desk and sits down)
SYD: (inspecting her nails) And I didn't even chip a nail.
JESSIE: (hits her head on the desk, then looks up) Suspension.
SYD: How long?
JESSIE: Half as long as you're grounded.
SYD: Ah, I can deal with that.
(Later, SYD and SAM walk out of the office.)
SAM: You're toast.
SYD: Heck yeah.
SAM: ...Can I have your stereo?
SYD: (glares)
SAM: What?
(Cut to an FBI office. SYD and DES stand, in mission gear. DES is wearing a SHEGO-style suit in blue and silver colors, with the same type of belt as SYD.)
AGENT: SYD?
SYD: Yeah?
AGENT: The government of Thailand is in danger.
SYD: Aaaaaaaand...?
AGENT: We're sending you and DES to protect them.
SYD: What?!
AGENT: SYD, do you know what would happen if there were no government to protect a country?
SYD: Chaos?
AGENT: (sarcastically) Good guess.
SYD: (beams)
AGENT: You will be masquerading as a panther.
SYD: Say what?
DES: They don't keep panthers as pets in Thailand!
AGENT: Yes..well, we...er...
(The AGENT turns around nervously)
SYD: Nice point, sis.
(SYD and DES bump fists. SYD flares hers)
DES: Ow. Ow.
SYD: Oh...sorry.
(Beat)
SYD: This is too cool!
