A/N; Yeah yeah, some say that the script format kills the emotion, but since I started like that…and some can still appreciate a good script story. If you can't, it would be wise to hit the "back" button.
Sorry I haven't posted new stuff here for the past month, but I moved back at my parent's place for the summer. I wanted to plug the Internet here as soon as possible, but the Internet company was on strike.
The Mighty Homer
Chapter 2; Smithers
Jeff already knew the owner of that power plant. That's why when John told him there was an accident at the Springfield nuclear power plant, he believed him right away. It was Charles Montgomery Burns. The guy giving American billionaires a bad reputation. He was too miser to spend the minimum on security installations for his own power plant.
Scott heard that, but that was not to scare him. He changed his mind when he arrived to danger zone. He had seen radioactive mutations before, but he had never seen an entire town of yellow faces and four-fingered hands.
For the first time, Scott was really scared to death on a mission.
Well, not scared enough to no do his job. He got out of Thunderbird one, with an anti-radiation suit on, and asked to talk to the guy responsible. A bald, fat and anxious guy detached from the crowd.
SCOTT; Who are you?
HOMER; Homer Simpson. Heh… Are you from International Rescue?
SCOTT; Yes, and I need to talk to someone responsible for this plant. Can you lead me to whoever's on charge here?
HOMER; (Whoever's on charge? I am whoever's on charge! Why does it have to be me?) D'OH!
Scott, assuming that the terrorized and panicked looser that was in front of him just couldn't possibly be the guy in charge, was getting upset of loosing so much valuable time with him.
SCOTT; Look, fellah; If you're not the guy on charge here, well tell me who is or get out of my way. We have no time to lose here.
HOMER; Actually, I'm…. security inspector for… sector 7-G! Yeah, that's it; security inspector for sector 7-G!
SCOTT; (Oh, great!)
HOMER; I can take you to Mr. Burns's office! He's our boss.
SCOTT; Well, let's go!
Scott reached for Mr. Burns office with the security inspector, totally out of breath, by his side.
SCOTT; Sir, we have to act fast to save this place and International Rescue can't do anything if I don't know what's wrong here.
Scott was beginning to say this a few seconds before he even opened the door. When it was open, he only realized he was talking to nobody. There was no one sitting behind the desk and the large spacious office was empty. There was only the desperate cries of a man, declaring his love for a certain Mr. Burns and imploring him to come back. The sound was coming from a wide open secret door, in the bottom of the office.
HOMER; Hmmm…okay, Mr. Burns is not here but there's mister Smithers.He's mister Burns's assistant
Both Homer and Scott went to the (not) secret (anymore) door. They saw a short man of 40 years or so but with grey hair already; Waylon Smithers. There he was, begging for Mr. Burns's return.
SMITHERS; Mr. Burns took the escape pod and … sob flew away. We're … sob doomed!
Homer, touched to see a superior so fragile, almost like a child, did the only smart thing that Scott ever saw him do. He sat beside the poor man and put his hand on his shoulder.
HOMER; Don't worry, Mr. Smithers, International Rescue is here and they'll save the day.
Smithers took a look behind him, there was Scott, waving and smiling through the shield of his anti-radiation helmet. He stopped crying right away. Charmed both by the fact that that mysterious stranger was from International Rescue and that he was such a hunk.
Then, a noise was being heard outside the plant. It was first thought to be a clamour of terror but it was just the crowd outside that saw pod less Thunderbird 2 over their heads.
SCOTT; Fine, there's Virgil.
SMITHERS; Hey, you can monitor the plant here, sir.
Smithers took some paperwork off what was formerly Mr. Burns's desk. There was a monitor showing a live plan of the installations and if anything was wrong in the plant.
SCOTT; It says that the coolant tube is clogged. That's damn dangerous. I hope you know what that means, Mr. Simpson.
HOMER; Cool-lant?
SCOTT; If a nuclear reaction is uncontrolled, the temperature will rise until an atomic explosion. To avoid that, the fuel needs to be cooled down and that's why water runs in pipes near the radioactive fuel. The water's took from the river and then after it's done it's job, goes back in the river. The water exit tube is clogged with something. ( Can't believe I'm explaining that to a nuclear technician)
He radioed to his brothers to tell them the latest developments.
SCOTT; Virgil, were did you dumped number four ?
VIRGIL; In the Springfield river, just behind the plant.
SCOTT; Gordon, go take a look at the coolant exit tube. It's clogged. Send the sea camera to see what's in there.
GORDON; F.A.B.
Suddenly, another fat, yellow-faced guy ran in the Burns office. Sweaty and extremely panicked. He seemed even more confused than Homer. In fact, he seemed just plain nuts.
