A Man's voice (off camera and yelling): If you frickin' brats are setting off fire crackers again I'll get the suits after you so fast, your eyeballs will explode!
(The unknown figure turns to show herself, a brat around the age of twelve with short spiky black hair and unruly bangs that move in the remaining wind caused by what was obviously a portal. She's clad in shiny black metallic body armor with huge shoulder plates adorned with spikes and large black army boots; an unusual looking handgun fits snugly inside a gun holster attached to the right boot. She squints her brown eyes at the sun before shielding them with her black gauntlet covered hands; we notice her skin is ghostly white from lack of sunlight and an X shaped scar on her left cheekbone.)
Unknown Girl (she speaks in a sullen, semi-emotionless tone): So that's the sun..feh... nothing that great about it. How over rated.
(She glances down the street and notices a newspaper box at the corner. She jogs toward it and peers inside to see the day's newspaper with Sheen on the front page, a crazy smile on his face, his new invention in his hand, and showing off his flexibility with his leg behind his head. UNSTABLE GRADE SCHOOLER CONSTRUCTS NEW DEVICE FOR SIMPLE WASTE REMOVAL reads the headline.
The article below it states: "Neutron, boy genius, is so full of resentment! I am totally not kidding!" claims harping blond girl.)
Unknown Girl: Well, good thing I didn't appear any later.
(The mysterious girl punches through the glass of the paper box and then gives it a swift, hard kick. Newspapers flood out from the destroyed remains; she picks one up and stares intently at Sheen's photo.)
Unknown Girl: Who would have thought a little punk's fluke of an invention has caused my present to become the complete garbage hole of tyranny and lost hopes that it is. Well, I better find him so the future can become something better then a world run-
(A large block of wood comes down on the back of the unknown girl's head. She lets out a "Dah!" of pain and collapses flat on her face; completely out cold. We see that Butch is the culprit of the attack, who laughs happily to himself.)
(CUT To EXT Shot - Cindy is walking toward her mailbox at the end of the driveway. She takes out a newspaper from it and frowns at the picture of Sheen on the frontpage.)
Cindy: Geh, they just had to put that freak's picture on the frontpage. Although, if I'm merely just annoyed by this then Neutron must be having rage induced seizures. (She snickers.) Heh, I'd like to see that, maybe get it on Pay-Per-View or whatever.
(She then looks to her right and gives a puzzled look. Butch is dragging the black armored girl by her left foot, he stops in front of Cindy proudly.)
Cindy (disturbed): Do I really want to ask?
(Butch drops the girl's foot and gives a big dumb smile.)
Butch: Check it out, I found a girl!
Cindy (sarcastic): Such a discovery.
Butch: It was great! You should have seen her smash the newspaper box, as if she were swatting a fly, I've never witnessed something both graceful and rebellious.
Cindy: So you clocked her out and decide to drag her home?
Butch: Yeah, so now she has to marry me, such renegade anarchy just screams matrimony! Are your parents home? Maybe they'll let me borrow their wedding rings.
(Cindy raises an eyebrow at the strangely dressed mystery girl with puzzled curiosity.)
Cindy: Have you even stopped and looked at this girl? She looks like a reject from one of those ridiculously large budget space movies. (She gives the unconscious girl a nudge with her foot.) Unless you came for the Sci-Fi convention, which I am sorry to say, ended last week; so you wasted all that time and energy for absolutely nothing.
Butch (objective): No way is she some geek, I can tell by the scent! She's one hundred percent pure hostility!
(Cindy glares in extreme frustration at Butch's nonsense. She begins to push him away.)
Cindy: Okay, that's it, get off my property!
Butch: Hey, quit it! Who will make me my dinner and ask about my days of bullying?
Cindy (ferociously): Seek help!
(Butch gets the picture and promptly exits. Cindy notices the mystery girl is finally conscious, sitting on the concrete, she groans in pain as she rubs the back of her head.)
Unknown Girl: Man, why does my head hurt?
Cindy: Oh, you're finally up, are you okay?
Unknown Girl: Yeah, I'm cool, just a tad..
(Her eyes bulge as she recalls her thoughts, she stands up to face Cindy.)
Unknown Girl: (gravely): No! I need to complete the mission, I was sent to prevent a crucial mistake in the past or a great disaster will befall this planet should I not proceed with my assignment. You may think I'm insane; but I know this because I am from the future!
(Cindy rolls her eyes and turns her head away from the mysterious stranger.)
Cindy (reserved): Oh God...
Unknown Girl: Quick, maybe you can help me locate the person I am looking for!
(She indicates Sheen's photo on the newspaper. Cindy frowns with suspicion.)
Cindy: Neutron put you up to this didn't he? How much did he pay you? Did he make that frivolous body armor for you as well? It looks convincing, he's good I'll tell ya that, but it isn't fooling me for a second!
Unknown Girl: Neutron? That name sounds familiar, I think my great grandfather has mentioned someone with that surname in his stories.
Cindy: A-Ha! So you admit you know of him, huh? That boy should have hired someone who wouldn't muck up the performance so quickly.
Unknown Girl (irked): Hey, I just said I never met the guy, okay? Geez, can you at least point me to the direction where the kid from the paper is? I only have...
(She glances at her left gauntlet, a small slot on the hand slides to reveal 2:44.)
Unknown Girl: I have less than three hours of time to stay in the past, its important that I...
(The future girl notices Cindy walking toward her house. Having enough of such "silliness".)
Unknown Girl (angry): Hey! You get back here! I need a hand to change the course of time!
Cindy: Well, I'm not into saving the future today. If you want to find Ultra Dork go downtown, he's probably either at the Candy Bar or talking about his crazy new gadget at the townhall.
(Cindy approaches her front door. She turns to the mystery girl's direction.)
Cindy: And if you see that Neutron kid let him now that his ploy of fooling me with some sci-fi girl blathering about correcting the future totally reeked! I know three year olds who are more imaginative than he is!
(Cindy enters her house with a slam of the door. Future girl glowers.)
Unknown Girl: Primitive past-ling!
(CUT To EXT Shot- A crowd of kids is gathered around Nick, clad with his skateboard and gear, they listen intently to what he says.)
Nick: So then he says "Well, I know someone who has a glass elephant," when it's pretty obvious that he's just making stuff up as he goes along 'cause his pride was hurt by yours truly during..
(Bolbi peeks out from the crowd and whispers to Nick.)
Bolbi: Psst! Do an Indy Nosebone!
Nick: Hey, buzz off, I'm talking here. (He observes the other kids.) Anyway, as I was saying, I totally mopped the floor with him in the third round with five more tricks; I mean I wouldn't be surprised if the judges gave him negative points for the dismount...
(Bolbi leans out to Nick again.)
Bolbi: Bolbi would like it if you did a Gazelle Underflip!
Nick (irked): No, shut up! (He tries to calm down.) So then the kid's dad comes out to tell him that he's an embarrassment to the family name, just totally wailing on him. I wouldn't be surprised if he put himself up for...
(Bolbi pops out to Nick yet again.)
Bolbi: What about a Late Three-Sixty Shove-It to Boneless?
Nick (patience obliterated): You don't even know what those moves are! Quit pretending you actually know anything about skateboarding!
Bolbi (happily): Of course I do, Bolbi knows everything cool about shredding it!
Nick (yelling!): No, you don't!
(We ZOOM out to see that the unknown future girl is watching the calamity from across the street. She stares with quiet perplexion.)
Unknown Girl: Wow, great grandfather is actually coherently sane when he was young, and the Constructor was a mere naive dunderhead. This past is so bizarre; makes it almost hard to believe one will become an insane serial killer and the other a constructing marvel that prevents the human race from suffering a speedy extinction.
(She watches as Bolbi reaches out for Nick's skateboard.)
Bolbi: Bolbi show you! Bolbi can do it!
Nick: No! Just go away!
(The mystery future girl cups her hands to her mouth, shouting out to them.)
Unknown Girl: Treasure these moments of sanity great grandfather! You'll be in for alot of angst and pain!
(The crowd of kids stare at the unknown girl with confusion. She begins to continue onward toward downtown Retroville.)
Nick (in tired annoyance): I gotta beg my parents to move away from this town; I just can't stand it.
Bolbi (innocently): What about a Faction Guitar Slide?
Nick (yelling): Stop talking!
(CUE Rotating Atom)
(CUT To EXT Shot- Outside the Candy Bar. We see Goddard obediently waiting by the doors, he cranes his neck to get a better look inside. He wiggles happily as Jimmy exits the building. Jimmy gives his loyal robot dog a pat on the muzzle.)
Jimmy: Hey boy, didn't feel like waiting at home?
(Carl, Sheen and Libby soon follow as they walk away from the restaurant.)
Sheen: Jimmy, you're still gonna help me get my speech ready for when those big companies come to view my Ultra Relief with promises of plentiful capitalism, are you?
Jimmy: Not until I can find out the scientific secret behind it. I've done dozens of tests and still I haven't been given a plausible explanation on how that thing works.
Libby: Why can't you just accept that some things don't need to have a scientific explanation?
Jimmy: No such thing!
Libby: What about consciousness?
(Goddard gives a happy bark toward the conversation.)
Jimmy: There's a scientific answer. We just haven't figured it out yet.
Carl: You guys arn't going to debate are you?
Sheen: Yeah, we need to plan what unnecessary yet really cool possessions I need to invest in once I get my Ultra Relief sold to the masses. We have no time for thought stimulating discussions on issues that are of no interest to normal people.
(Jimmy walks in front of Sheen, stopping him and the others from walking further.)
Jimmy (persisting): Just give me one more day Sheen, just one more day of tests is all I ask.
(Sheen turns to Libby and Carl, totally not listening to Jimmy's compromise.)
Sheen: I think the first thing I'm gonna get with my new riches is a custom made Ultra Jet 02 that Ultra Lord built in the comic version when he was trying to find a hobby during his brief break up with Ultra Lady. Man, that ship looked sweet!
(Goddard suddenly perks his ears in surprise, he turns around and lowers his head and begins to growl loudly, his eyes start to glow red.)
Jimmy (worried): Goddard? What's wrong boy?
Carl (uneasiness in his voice): Um...Jimmy? Why is there an irate looking girl coming straight towards us?
(The camera ZOOMS out to show the mystery future girl striding briskly towards them, stone cold determination on her face. Goddard barks furiously and runs toward the unknown stranger, eyes still blazing red.)
Jimmy: Goddard! Wait!
(Goddard fires a quick laserbeam from his eyes at the future girl, she dodges it with a quick dash toward the robot dog, an armored hand raised to strike. Goddard sidesteps to avoid the blow. Mystery girl and mechanical canine freeze and glare in a staring showdown, Goddard snarls as future girl eyes him with sullen defiance.)
Carl (nervously): Jimmy, what's going on?
Jimmy: I, I don't know...I've never seen Goddard so angry before.
Sheen (sounding hurt): Did you go on a crazy adventure and encounter a new villain to add to your list of people who hate you without us? That's just cold Jimmy! I thought we were your friends!
Jimmy: I've never seen that person in my life!
Libby (worried): Heads up guys!
(Unknown girl swiftly removes the gun from the holster on her boot. She aims it at Goddard, who retaliates by opening his back to reveal a buzzing satellite, still growling wildly.)
Unknown Girl: That idiot Damacus assured me there wouldn't be any robots in this time period! (She clicks the safety off, ready to fire.) Whatever, good thing I brought some magnet shot.
Jimmy (concern crosses his face): Magnet shot? I don't like the sound of that.
(Jimmy races forward, placing himself in the middle of the confrontation. The others look on with apprehension.)
Carl: Jimmy! Don't!
(Jimmy puts out a reassuring hand out toward the unknown girl.)
Jimmy: Stop! No one needs to hurt anyone, just tell me who you are and what you want an' I'll call him off!
Unknown Girl: You have something I want. (She gestures toward the others with her chin.) That kid from the paper.
(Sheen cocks his head in confusion; Carl and Libby look on with discomfort.)
Unknown Girl: I just want to talk to him; he may not realize it but his actions will cause your future to become a tyranical nightmare.
(Jimmy raises a quizzical eyebrow before lowering his hand to Goddard.)
Jimmy (loud and commanding): Goddard, heel!
(Goddard relaxes, closing his back and reverting his eyes to normal, though he still watches the girl skeptically. Mystery girl returns her weapon to her holster and looks toward the direction of the others.)
Unknown Girl: You! Come over here! Now!
(Sheen begins to walk onward. Libby stops him by grabbing his arm.)
Libby: Don't do it Sheen! You saw what she nearly did to Goddard, she's crazy!
Carl (in a low voice): Yeah, and she looks really sinister and mean with all that intimidating armor, not to mention that razored haircut. I wouldn't be surprised if she runs with scissors an' smokes an' does other bad stuff.
Sheen (optimistic): Relax you guys, it's probably propaganda some company is carrying out to impress me, it seems everyone wants to subsidize in my way awesome waste disposal technology!
Unknown Girl: Hurry it up you lazy past-lings!
(Libby stands in front of Sheen protectively.)
Libby: If you want to talk to Sheen then you have to talk to all of us!
Unknown Girl (impatient): Fine, fine, just get over here!
(Sheen and Libby move onward. Carl hesitates.)
Carl (casual): I'll just go hide in that dumpster in the alley.
(Sheen grabs the back of Carl's shirt and drags him along.)
Sheen (reassuringly): It'll be fine! Maybe she will give you a job as a C.E.O or something.
(The kids approach the unknown girl, along with Jimmy and a watchful Goddard, she faces Sheen with firm seriousness.)
Unknown Girl: I am Tabessa Redunda, rebel mercenary of the year 2081, I have been sent back in time to tell you that the Ultra Relief will allow a terrible fate to fall on the Earth.
Libby (incredulously): Rebel mercenary? Aren't you like the same age as us; who would give a kid such a dangerous job?
Sheen (in a loud whisper): Her parents obviously don't love her.
Tabessa: Look, I know this sounds absurd so hear me out. Once your device is released to the public market it will allow killer robots to enslave Earth in 2019.
Carl (fearful): Killer robots?
Tabessa: The Ultra Relief doesn't make human waste disappear, it merely teleports it to a specific year in the future -or in my case it's actually the past- that certain year is 2019. Robotics and artificial intelligence had become much more advanced during those prior years so when the planet was bombarded with a plague of raw waste the robots saw the disgusting disaster as an opportunity to overthrow humans and rule over us as extreme dictators.
Jimmy: You mean to say the fall of humanity was caused by some horrible pandemic of teleported human refuse?
Tabessa (she nods): Yeah, that's correct.
(The kids "EW!" in unison. Even Goddard sticks his tongue out and retches at the revulsion.)
Carl: You're from 2081? Why didn't your people try to go back in time earlier?
Tabessa (she gives a wild huff): Because the robots systematically killed nearly all of the scientists, that's why! It wasn't until 2080 that my science friend Damacus finally discovered the technology to execute time travel; the committee asked me to do the job of going back into the past and warn of the preventable danger.
(Sheen shoves Jimmy away to get closer to Tabessa. Completely intrigued.)
Sheen: Ooh! I bet I know why you accepted! Your life in the future was an angst ridden, pathetic failure so you took it upon yourself to do the mission so you could hide from your painful memories in peace!
Tabessa: Ah, that's not...
Sheen (still ranting jubilantly): Or maybe you were a criminally insane sociopath and had all of your memories replaced with specific programming against your will; becoming an obedient zombie to carry out whatever your corrupt government desired!
Tabessa (getting annoyed): No! That is not the case at all!
Sheen (disappointed): Oh, well, why did you agree to it then?
Tabessa: Do you know how pricey time travel is? It costs eighty grand per kilo to send mass back through the slipstream of time, with my easy to work with weight of thirty-eight kilograms, I was clearly the obvious candidate.
Jimmy (unimpressed): So, you weren't chosen for your skills or intelligence but for your weight? That sounds pretty pathetic.
Tabessa (insulted): Hey! I just got my green belt in Taekwondo and I'm a good shot to boot, I have plenty of skills to aid my journey, you rotten past-ling you! I've got at least a thousand robot kills and a Platnum Badge from sniper school for my references, I'd like to see any other shmuck with my weight class to have those kind of awesome prerequisites!
(Carl pushes his glasses up his nose in thought.)
Carl: I wonder why they didn't use your Chrono-Arch Jim. Her way sounds too expensive.
Libby (she gasps fearfully): Unless Jimmy was killed by the robots for being too smart.
Tabessa (wryly): Feh, I wouldn't be surprised if this brat was killed before the scientist genocide, besides there was never any recorded history of time travel technology before my current year, so quit acting like this kid is some wonderboy genius.
(Goddard growls, affronted by her insult toward his master. Jimmy pats his head to calm him.)
Carl (his voice in low fear): Gee, I wonder who lived and who died during such chaos.
Cindy's voice (off camera): Ha! Caught in the act!
(The group looks to see Cindy approach them. A furious scowl on her face.)
Cindy: Aren't you going to introduce your accomplice to us Neutron?
Jimmy (huh?): Cindy, what are you..?
Tabessa (deftly): Hey, you're that uppity twit that ignored me!
Cindy (pointing to Tabessa): Admit it, you're the one who sent this sci-fi groupie to get us into believing she actually came from the future. What's the matter, couldn't handle all the attention nimrod was getting for inventing his ghost lavatory?
Jimmy (angrily): I don't know what you're talking about Vortex! How dare you accuse me of concocting something so shallow!
Cindy: Maybe because its the truth!
Jimmy: So sorry, you're more qualified for that line of work!
(Libby holds her head as if in pain at the typical Jimmy/Cindy conflict. Goddard cocks his head curiously.)
Libby (irritated): Those two are literally trying to kill me, I swear.
Cindy: Why can't you be happy that Sheen actually made something useful? Celebrate the fact that he may have a future to look forward to besides spending his welfare checks on action figures and eating from the garbage.
Jimmy (taunting): Sound's more productive then your current life doesn't it?
Cindy: How about you write a book on how you came up with the unoriginal idea to fool your lame friend by coercing some dismal, smelly geek girl to wear a fancy costume and dissuade him from completing his invention in order to nurse what little pride you have left in yourself? It'll be a top seller for the toddler and idiot market!
(Tabessa glares viciously and faces her. Millimeters from Cindy's defiant frown.)
Tabessa (challenging): Who are you callin' smelly, missy?
(Sheen pops in between them, his index finger up in a matter-of-fact gesture.)
Sheen (happily): Actually, you do have that new car scent, definitely a Japanese model.
(Everyone stares at Sheen with disturbed confusion.)
Sheen (persistently): What? She does!
Cindy: See! No wonder you're self respect is damaged, being surpassed by a halfwit who says idiotic things like that would drive anyone to fury; let alone an early grave.
Jimmy: Keep treading on thin ice Vortex, you're bound to fall in!
(Tabessa gives an exasperated groan and begins to trudge off. Having enough of the noise.)
Tabessa (tiredly): Look, just destroy the Ultra Relief, its as simple as that to avoid being enslaved by sadistic robot overlords.
(Goddard growls softly as he watches Tabessa increase her walking speed.)
Sheen (calling out to her): Will do bitter, yet awesomely dressed, future girl! (He turns to Libby.) You should find out what store she got that sweet armor from; I bet you'd look even more awesome in it than she does!
(He gives a seductive growl. Libby takes a big step away from him - clearly disturbed. Cindy sneers at Jimmy with a sense of victory.)
Cindy: Heh, Looks like your associate finally decided to hit the road.
Jimmy: You really don't know when to quit do you? Why don't you start listening and stop acting like a big jerk?
(Cindy stomps toward Jimmy, they engage in an unblinking staredown.)
Cindy: Maybe when you stop acting so egotistic!
Jimmy: Harpy!
Cindy: Chimpanzee!
Jimmy: Troglodyte!
Cindy: Mutant!
(Libby steps between them.)
Libby (fed up): Enough already!
Sheen (disappointed): Aw, just when it was about to possibly get violent.
(Libby grabs Cindy's arm and proceeds to haul her away.)
Cindy: Libby? What are you..
Libby: Come on girl, let's go shopping or something. (She turns her head toward the boys.) I'll see you guys later.
(The girls exit. Carl takes a long puff from his inhaler; semi-relieved from the end of the insanity.)
Carl: All this talk about robot governed timelines and unnecessary yelling is making me nauseous.
Jimmy (he sighs tiredly): This whole week certainly has been a doozie. (He turns to Sheen.) Sorry about your dreams of fame and fortune going down the drain Sheen; who would have thought your brainchild would cause so much trouble.
Sheen (defiantly): So? I'm still gonna make it.
Carl (shocked): Sheen! You heard what that dark and angry youth said, you'll be needlessly dooming the future, all of our unborn children will become slaves to cold unfeeling machines!
Sheen: Yeah, well, at least my slave children will never have to use the ungodly travesties that are public restrooms! (He squints with disgust.) Sick!
Jimmy: You can't be serious.
Sheen: Maybe Cindy has a point Jimmy, what if its some giant corporation's clever ruse to get me to discourage my faith so they can swoop in and capitalize on my concept? I mean, she didn't really show us any proof that she really is from the future, did she? It could be all an act.
Carl: Hmm, I never thought of it that way.
Jimmy: Well, maybe we can see if she is telling the truth or just making stuff up, I can head back to my lab and use the Chrono-Arch to see if the future has changed or not. Carl, see if you can find that girl and bring her to the lab, we could ask questions about her way of life in the future, maybe even witness her departing our timeframe.
Carl (panicky): What? No way! Look, if you don't want to be friends with me anymore just say it to my face, not by forcing me to engage in conversation with scary, sullen future girls!
Jimmy: Come on, just use some of that good ol' Weezer charm! If she really wishes to save us from suffering from a robot-run future, she shouldn't try to hurt you, it'll be alright.
Sheen: And if she isn't from the future and does decide to beat you up, just run away. I've seen you run when you're scared Carl; you can be pretty speedy if you want to be.
Carl (still hesitant): Well, I guess I can try.
Sheen: What about me Jimmy?
Jimmy: Hmm, how about you-
Sheen (loud!): Do nothing what so ever? Good idea! I'm going off to buy the new Ultra Lord graphic novel; you guys let me know when you uncovered that weird girl's plan to collapse my hopes of fame and ridiculous wealth.
(Sheen prances away happily. Jimmy shakes his head in disbelief before viewing Goddard.)
Jimmy: Goddard, Fly-Cycle mode! It's off to the lab!
(Goddard pants happily and transforms to Fly-Cycle mode. Jimmy hops on and departs, leaving Carl watching nervously.)
Carl: Well, better get to it. Good thing my dad signed me up for an organ donor card; perhaps my existence won't be a complete waste.
(He walks onward in search of crazy future girl.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT To EXT Shot - Tabessa is sitting on a bench next to a bus stop. She glances at her left gauntlet to see a 1:07 staring at her. She hisses impatiently at it.)
Tabessa: Good Lord! I still have to stay another frickin' hour in this stupid past, I can't wait till I blink out of existence once that doofus finally destroys his invention.
(She rolls her neck tiredly to stay focused.)
Tabessa: I wonder what kind of lame things people of the past do for fun.
(She watches a teenage couple walk hand in hand.)
Teenage Boy: You still got that two for one coupon for Retroland?
Teenage Girl (in mock sarcasm): Hello! Of course!
Teenage Boy: Rad! After the magic show we should go on the ferris wheel and make out to incoherent EMO music.
Teenage Girl (giggling): Okay!
(Tabessa rolls her eyes in sullen boredom as the happy punks skip away.)
Tabessa: God, I wonder if these past-lings are even cognizant of how bad they got it here. No action whatsoever; not even a robot base to infiltrate and set fire to. Tranquility is so boring, am I really doing the right thing of bestowing monotonous peace to the time stream?
Carl's voice: Do people from the future always talk to themselves?
(Tabessa turns her head to see Carl standing by the bench glancing at her nervously.)
Tabessa (uninterested): Oh, the freckled brat from earlier, where are your loser friends you little snot?
Carl (intimidated by her rudeness): Um, well, they went home. They're still recovering from your meeting, it's not everyday someone from the future comes to warn us of impending doom.
Tabessa: Feh, wimps. This time period is so feeble.
Carl: So, uh, what do you do in the future besides mercenary work? Do they still have schools?
Tabessa: Well, sort of, we got teachers but we don't need to sit in some dingy classroom, usually they just issue missions, like spawn camping at robot hatcheries or rescuing slaves from the coalmines along with occasional algebra homework and bomb construction.
Carl (quietly): Gee, the future sure sounds dangerous.
Tabessa: Yuppers.
(Silence falls, Carl itches the back of his head, not sure of what else to say. Tabessa stands and begins to shake her legs out.)
Carl: So.. are there still llamas around in the future?
Tabessa: Hey, that reminds me, what kind of food does this time period have? Something that's not entirely putrid I would hope.
Carl: We have a pretty good grocery store, its only three blocks away.
(Tabessa bends to grab her gun from her holster. Carl gives a worried look as she deposits ammo into her gun.)
Tabessa: Sounds good! Can ya' take me there?
Carl (gasp!): Uh, what are you doing?
Tabessa: Changing my ammo to burglarize the store; no sense wasting magnet shot on people, I'll just use regular bullets to scare 'em.
Carl (in composed fright): Ah, how about you come on over to my house, my parents went shopping just yesterday, you could pretend you are robbing us.
Tabessa (she tsks): God, you past-lings are too soft! (She complies) All right, as long as there's free food then I can't really complain I guess.
(They begin to walk down the street toward the direction of Carl's home.)
Carl: So, what kind of stuff do you like?
Tabessa: Pretty much everything except dairy, I'm extremely lactose intolerant, if a hint of anything milk related enters my system I end up puking all day.
Carl (glee!): Me too! That's why I have to take those lactic acid pills every morning!
Tabessa: So do I; though I forgot them back in the future.
Carl: You can take some of mine if you like.
(His face brightens, happy to hear that he and future girl share a medical problem. They turn a corner, out of sight from the viewers.)
Tabessa's voice (apathetic): Yeah, whatever.
Carl's voice: I'm Carl! What was your name again?
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT To INT Shot - Inside Jimmy's Lab. Jimmy is trying to activate the Chrono-Arch but it sparks and falters. He rubs his head helplessly. Goddard whines with sympathy.)
Jimmy: I was sure I fixed all the bugs last time, why is it acting up now?
(Goddard flips his chest to show a screen. Reading: THE WRITERS WANT TO BUILD DRAMATIC TENSION? Jimmy gives a wry half smile.)
Jimmy: Since when have you become the comedian?
(Goddard reverts to normal and wags his tail while panting cheerfully.)
Jimmy: I just hope Carl was able to find her; hopefully we can find out her real intentions.
(Jimmy's big screen blinks on. His father gives a happy salute. We notice he has a lawn chair and water bottle tucked under his arm and clad in a black shirt with Super Duck Dueling II Super Mega Hyper Turbo Bloobity Blah Blah Ver.6 across the chest and a V shaped flock of ducks under all of the white text.)
Hugh Neutron: Hey there Jimster! Hope you're not too busy!
Jimmy: Unfortunately I am dad.
Hugh Neutron: I was wondering if you'd come to the video game store with me, I want to be first in line to get the new Duck Dueling game. They've finally made a third installment that isn't another re-release of the second version, It'll be on sale the first thing tomorrow; I even got a tent all set up at the mall an' everything!
Jimmy: Don't you have to work tomorrow?
Hugh Neutron (meekly): That's what your mother said, but seeing as how I worked last week and I'll be working all of next week, I see no harm in it. (his tone becomes more positive) Besides, the boss said if I don't come on Monday then I shouldn't bother coming in for Tuesday or Wednesday. That gives me plenty of time to master my Anatidae fighting skills.
Jimmy: Sorry dad, I'm going to have to pass. I need to do some repairs on a few things.
Hugh Neutron: Say, you're not feeling down 'cause of the extra attention Sheen is receiving are you son?
Jimmy (surprised): Huh? Of course not!
Hugh Neutron (reassuringly): You're a bright lad Jimbo! Don't let it get to you, you have accomplished so many other great achievements, always remeber that you are number one in this family. Don't you forget it!
Jimmy (modest): Ah, thanks dad.
Hugh Neutron: Well, I'm off! I believe they still use the same button movements from the previous games. Let's see, I know half-circle forward and the C button does the Flailing Headbutt but they did reconfigure the Feather Cyclone to Up, Down, A button instead of Down, Right, X button. Oh! And I hope they added some new characters to the line up that are actually original. I'm so sick of those fireball-throwing jerks it's not even funny.
(Jimmy promptly flips his screen off before his dad can say another word. Goddard glances at Jimmy as he views the Chrono-Arch, awaiting orders.)
Jimmy: Prepared to repair, boy?
(Goddard nods, ready to do whatever for his creator. Jimmy puts his hand out toward him.)
Jimmy: Robertson screwdriver please!
(CUE Rotating Atom)
(CUT To EXT Shot - Carl and future girl Tabessa are sitting on the steps of Carl's house. Various pieces of trash are littered around her; an empty carton of soy milk, a can of salmon licked clean, a crumpled Purple Flurp popcan and a void cereal box that says Bark N' Twigs Multigrain Abomination. Carl chats happily with her as she begins to open a box of crackers. Clearly not listening to anything he is saying.)
Carl: ..then after me and Jimmy trapped those three alien guys we were able to fly back to Earth and get the people of Retroville back to normal size, so then we...
(Carl's father walks into view, dry cleaning slung over his shoulder, he raises his free hand in cheery greeting.)
Mr. Weezer: Hey there son, just picked up your llama pajamas from the dry cleaners! Free of any dust, pollen or louse eggs that would plague your quality of sleep, I know you like to have a clean pair on every night!
(Carl's face contorts in comical embarrassment before viewing his dad. Tabessa continues to munch away in vacant boredom.)
Carl: Da-ad! Would you go away, I'm trying to impress the sullen future girl!
Mr. Weezer (oblivious): Oh, playing time travel are you? How come she's wearing a suit and you're not?
Carl: It's kind of a long story.
(Tabessa finishes the last cracker and tosses the empty box at Mr. Weezer's feet with primitive ignorance. He frowns at her horrid manners. She wipes her nose with a closed fist.)
Mr. Weezer: Do your parents not feed you or something young lady?
Tabessa (casual): Oh, I don't have parents. They were murdered during the failed coup of '73. I live with my great grandfather, he was brainwashed to become a serial killer by the robots, so he always had neat stories about his past madness to entertain me during bedtime. He pretty much lets me do anything I want; I couldn't ask for a cooler adult!
Mr. Weezer (weirded out): I see...well just in case "time travel" has given you mental dyslexia, the drinking age in this time period is twenty-one - not twelve.
Tabessa (annoyed): Hey, are you making fun of me? I wasn't talking about that kind of stuff. Besides even if I did, in the future, human livers have rapidly evolved to become extremely resistant so even young people such as myself can drink whatever they want, when they want. Do you know how often those robots try to poison our water supplies? It's insane!
Carl (huh?): Yet milk makes you sick?
Tabessa (yelling angrily): Genetic setbacks happen! I was unfortunate! Geez, rub some more salt in my wounds, why don't 'cha!
(Mr. Weezer shakes his head in dubious ire at the craziness.)
Mr. Weezer: Okay, this game is getting ridiculous, maybe its time for your troubled new friend to go home Carl.
(Tabessa stands and dusts herself off. She hops from the steps effortlessly.)
Tabessa: Forget it, you past-lings don't know anything, I'm gone.
Carl (desperate): Wait! What about all the neat stories I haven't told you of yet?
(Tabessa walks off from the Weezer property, raising an apathetic hand in thanks as she leaves.)
Tabessa: Thanks for feeding me, dimwit. Be grateful that I saved you and your people from a desolate future.
(Carl watches reluctantly as future girl trudges off.)
Mr. Weezer: Wow, and I thought Sheen was a loose cannon. He probabley introduced her to you, am I right?
Carl (talking to himself): I can't let her go. Jimmy counted on me to follow her every move, I have to get her to the lab and see if what she all said is true.. I don't care what will happen to me; I won't rest until I find out everything!
Mrs. Weezer (off camera): Food's ready!
Carl & Mr. Weezer (in joyful unison): Yay!
(They zoom off into their home. Future girl Tabessa totally forgotten. A butterfly glides by innocently.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)