Hugh Neutron (curiously): Butter biscuit, this stuff sure smells like candy. Do you think it would taste like candy?
Judy Neutron (she folds a final bed sheet): No, dear. Don't drink it.
(Judy turns to her husband. Hugh stares at her. A second ticks by and Hugh begins to lift the container to his mouth; his eyes still on Judy.)
Judy Neutron (firmly): Hugh. Put it down.
(Judy then snatches the detergent from him before he can take a sip. A little scuffle ensues as Hugh struggles to get the laundry detergent from his wife. Judy turns her back to him to prevent him from taking the container. He reaches around her trying to get at it.)
Hugh Neutron (frustrated): Sugar booger! I need to know!
(Judy turns swiftly around; her eyes blazing with annoyance.)
Judy Neutron: Fine!
(She tips the container to her own lips and takes a tiny gulp of the laundry detergent. Hugh's eyes widen in shock. Judy clenches her throat and coughs with disgust. She dry heaves a few times and shakes her head from the terrible taste, gasping occasionally from the abuse her senses took. She looks at Hugh.)
Judy Neutron (still gasping slightly): There. Now you know it doesn't taste like candy.
Hugh Neutron (he scoffs): Well, now that's your opinion.
(He takes the laundry detergent from her and examines it carefully. Judy glares at him tiredly.)
Judy Neutron: Don't you have something else to do? Why not write another one of your bogusly outlandish story ideas?
Hugh Neutron (slightly proud): Yeah, I did finish one recently, it doesn't have a beginning or an ending.
Judy Neutron (perplexed): What? No beginning or end? Then how is it finished?
Hugh Neutron (a tad defensive): I'm tired of writing the traditional episode - one with a beginning, and a middle and an end. So I wrote one without a beginning or an end, it just has a middle. Sure, Keith and the gang will probably say that I'm a little burned out, that I didn't supply them with good enough ideas and that it would be typical of me to struggle by in attempting some kind of gimmick; which, of course is ridiculous.
Judy Neutron (sympathetic): Oh sweetie, I know you want to help out, but this is clearly getting you upset. Perhaps you should just get back to your duck hobby. (She gives a little gasp of excitement.) They do have that new Laysan Teal up for pre-order, you know.
Hugh Neutron (hesitant): I don't want to be licked yet, pumpkin. I'd like to get back to the ducks but I have a feeling that my effort in writing is going to pay off.
(Judy sighs. Hugh raises his head high and gives a hopeful look. He raises the laundry detergent container.)
Hugh Neutron: To the episode with just a middle!
(He takes a sip from the laundry detergent. Judy gapes at the action. He wrinkles his face in disgust.)
Hugh Neutron (sheepishly): Geh, Guess it isn't candy..
(Judy closes her eyes in tired fury.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT To INT Shot. We are inside a metallic room full of alien equipment. A flash of light sparks out swiftly. The camera PANS to Jimmy engaged in a light-saber fight with Zix, one of the space bandits from past episodes.)
Jimmy (furious): Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! (He strikes at Zix with each "Stop it!") I'm going to stop you and your revolutionaries from taking over this universe!
Zix (angry): No! 'Cause I've got to stop you and your revolutionaries from taking of over this universe!
(Zix swings at Jimmy. Jimmy yells and blocks the strike. The two leap at each other in frantic determination.)
(CUT To a EXT Shot of Nick overlooking Stonehenge during night time.)
Nick: Wow, there is nothing quite like rocking out to the stars at Stonehenge on the winter solstice. (He inhales the air.) Never before has a pile of rocks made me feel so alive.
(CUT To a INT WIDE shot of Eustace Strych. He is just finishing up on a call as he puts a cell phone away in his red blazer jacket. He looks upwards.)
Eustace (smugly): I really do need to get more "me" time.
(We CUT to Libby dangling upside down by a chain, she is tied up by more chains over a questionable looking pit. She frowns tiredly down at Eustace.)
Libby: I see the fifteen hours a day of you being a snotty twit habit isn't doing much.
Eustace (he points at her): Quiet! That is not relaxing. It is paid work for the government.
Libby: Are you also working for the government when you cry afterwards?
Eustace (he pauses): They...They pay me double for that.
Libby (dryly): Hope kleenex is tax deductible, then.
Eustace (fury!): Silence! Your death is now!
(He slams a hand toward a large black button on a nearby wall marked: DEATH DOOM MACHINE.)
Eustace (vehemently): My revenge will begin with you and the rest Neutron's ridiculous band of rebels.
(CUT To EXT Shot. Cindy is outside Retroland with an unusual looking phone. Oleander watches her skeptically.)
Cindy: Your genuine emotion phone isn't working, Oleander. I can't get in contact with the space ship where the others are stationed.
Oleander: Have you tried the emotion of self-loathing?
Cindy (she rolls her eyes): Pfft, please, self-loathing isn't an emotion. Its a way of life for everybody.
Oleander: Well, what about politics? Is that an emotion?
Cindy (irate): No! Politics is the activities or affairs engaged in by a government, politician or political party.
Oleander: How about math, I bet math is an emotion. (desperately) It has to be.
(CUT To INT Shot: The Teacher's Lounge in Lindbergh school. Ms. Fowl and Principal Willoughby are seated on a couch watching a tv.)
Ms. Fowl: You know, I find it fascinating that a robotic gecko can be invented but they still cannot rescue the cast of Lost.
Principal Willoughby (irked): Keep your dry remarks to yourself, Winifred!
(CUT To INT Shot of Sheen clawing through a nest of wires in manic speed. He gives a roar of frustration as he continues to dig.)
Carl (off camera and frightened): Sheen! Travoltron and Tee are coming this way!
(Sheen pokes out of a hole from the side of a huge metal mech-type dinosaur robot to look at Carl.)
Sheen: You gotta distract 'em, Carl. I'm only halfway through.
Carl (frightened X 2 !) What? How would I distract them?
Sheen (he snaps angrily): Figure something out. I will not lose that out of print Dark King Ultra Lord to the stomach of this metal beast. If I did, then my very life would be nothing but a shaking scaffolding of lies!
(Carl looks to his left and sees Travoltron and Tee running towards their direction.)
Carl (yelling): Hey Travoltron! (He hesitates as he thinks.) Uh.. You're ugly!
(Travoltron gapes at the insult. Both him and Tee stop dead in their tracks.)
Tee (surprised): Woa, fool, that kid just called you ugly, Travoltron.
Travoltron (he snarls): After him, Tee! Now!
Tee (confused): But he's running away from the Reptily-Bot. If we follow him, that other kid is going to completely gut Eustace's robot.
Travoltron (angry!): The Reptily-Bot is lost. That Eustace kid can always build another one, but my pride isn't as easily replaced. (He points a finger in Carl's direction.) Let's get that little bastard!
(Travoltron takes off running in rancorous haste. Tee frowns with distaste at his colleague)
Tee (calling out): You hush that mouth, fool! This is a kid's show, y'know!
(Tee runs off to follow Travoltron.)
(We CUT Back to the Neutron laundry room. Judy appears not truly impressed.)
Hugh Neutron (he gives a shrug): Well, that was my newest idea, or the middle of it anyways. It was kind of conceptual but didn't you think Nick being at Stonehenge was awfully funny?
Judy Neutron: I don't think that there isn't a big enough number of people who would be interested in this particular story structure, dear. I daresay that it is probably small enough to be limited entirely to yourself.
(Judy exits out of the laundry room leaving her husband to deliberate.)
Hugh Neutron: Oh come on now, lottery muffin, you act as if the purpose of my life is to entertain others.
(CUT To a INT WIDE Shot of a teen girl sitting at a desk typing away on a computer. Multiple posters of indie bands and anime characters adorn the wall. A plush Carl Weezer sits on top of her monitor.)
Teen Girl: Ha! Little does he know!
(The girl continues to type away.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)