SORT-OF-NEW STORY: "Lethal Intellect"

[Anthonynotes]

I know, this was comatose for the past year or two, but it seemed worth finishing up....thus, I took the liberty of writing an ending for this thing. Um...enjoy!

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LETHAL INTELLECT

By: Brainatra, Romey, Craig, and Capt. Caps

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[Open on ACME Labs. Pinky & Billie are sitting in front of the TV, watching some miscellaneous nature program on PBS. The show is being narrated by Tress MacNeille, as she's done for several such documentaries in the past. The tone she's using is similar to Billie's "breath-controlled" voice.]

NARRATOR: And thus, in an unexpected fit of savagery, the female mouse fights off the predators. Though injured, she shows amazing perseverance. The tables turned, the attacking rats run off to antagonize easier prey...

PINKY: (Covering his eyes) Is it over yet, Billie? Is she going to live?

BILLIE: Yeah, you can look now, Pinks! Those rats will think twice before messing with *that* mouse again!

PINKY: Phew... what-a-relief! I didn't think she'd make it. Y'know, I thought this was gonna be a peaceful show with pretty blue water and lots of fish and dolphins and...

BILLIE: Well, some documentaries show the grittier side of life in the wild, I guess...

NARRATOR: Her wounds being healed, she is now free to pass on her exemplary genetic advantages to her offspring. Having found a suitable mate...

[The TV clicks off]

BILLIE: Huh...?

BRAIN: (Standing to the side of the TV near the "Off" button) Eh-hem...?

BILLIE: (Nervous) Oh, hiya, Egghead! Heh, heh... just watching a, uhh... "nature" program! And you did say you'd rather have Pinky watching something more educational than "The Water Boy" for the 30th time... (She grins widely)

BRAIN: Yes, so I recall... [Brain turns around to walk away when a vague idea crosses his mind] Hmm... Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

PINKY: I think so, Brain... but what *do* nature shows and Adam Sandler have in common?

BILLIE: Pointless violence? ...and frequent uncivilized behavior?

BRAIN: He wasn't asking *your* opinion...

BILLIE: (Crosses her arms) Hmph...

BRAIN: And yet, with frequent cursing, vulgar behavior, toilet humor, and shots of Henry Winkler's derriere, he's come closer to taking over the world than I ever have... perhaps I should rethink my current career choice...

[As Brain begins to ponder, the room does that blurry/wavey flashback thing. As it clears, we see him in a scene from Brain's Bogie where he's dressed as Cher. However, this is a part we didn't see in the episode. He's standing next to a certain Mr. Francis Pumphandle]

FRANCIS: ...but everyone calls me Pip. Anyway, this golfcourse reminds me of the last time I went golfing. There I met this fascinating persona by the name of Happy Gilmore. He was odd. Very odd. What struck my attention was when he met up with an old acquaintance of mine, Bob Barker.

BRAIN: You don't say?

FRANCIS: Yes, indeed. Bob Barker. Star of the most popular morning game show. He's an emcee, a host, and a celebrity all rolled into one. Anyway, eight months ago...

[The flashback ends. We see Brain looking very annoyed by the memory]

BRAIN: On second thought, forget what I said about the career change... But I do have an idea vaguely related to that pointless flashback! Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

BILLIE: (Thinking) Didn't he just ask that...?

PINKY: I think so, Brain, but I thought "Bowfinger" was a funny film...

BRAIN: One of that expletive-abusing Mr. Foley's better recent performances indeed, Pinky... but that's not what I was thinking! Now I suggest you keep your mouth shut before I'm forced to encase your head in a nutshell again.

PINKY: 'K...

[Ten minutes later...]

BRAIN: Don't say I didn't give you fair warning...

PINKY: Actually, this nutshell is quite comfortable, NARF!

BILLIE: (Trying to put her own head in a nutshell) Hey, mine won't stay shut!

BRAIN: There, while you two were happily engrossed in your...

PINKY: Nutty distractions?

[Naturally, Billie finds herself giggling at Pinky's remark...]

BRAIN: *Sigh* ...as I was saying. While you two were goofing off as usual, I've molded my idea into tonight's plan! (He pulls out a diagram) As described here, we shall create a film that incorporates so many modern, low-brow cinematic cliches that the public will flock to see this movie en masse! With the populus so easily swooning at the feet of such low-brow comedic stars as Sandler and those "South Park" brats, we shall soon rise to power! We'll call our film...

BILLIE: (Leers at Pinky) A remake of "You've Got Mail" starring Pinky and I?

BRAIN: *Nooooo* ..."Lethal Intellect"! An action/comedic film filled with enough low-brow toilet jokes, mindless explosions, and forced corporate product placements that the public shall eat it up like a drive-through fast food meal!

PINKY: Will there be "Lethal Intellect" product tie-ins with those meals, Brain?

BRAIN: *Yeeeees*! Now come...our time grows short!

PINKY: And so are... (Brain clasps Pinky's mouth shut)

BRAIN: Don't utter that lame "so are we" joke again, Pinky...

PINKY: (Through clasped mouth) Sowwy, Bwain...

[Cut to the three mice walking down the street. Brain, holding a map, is in the lead. Pinky and Billie trail behind]

PINKY: (Tired) *Gasp* ...tell me again what we're looking for, Brain?

BRAIN: Sucker Bros. Studios, Pinky. Producers of some of the most inane drivel ever to reach the silver screen. If anyone will finance our film, they will.

BILLIE: (A bit annoyed) And where exactly is this place?

BRAIN: Hmm... According to this map, it should be right here, but all there seems to be is a little photo booth. Perhaps they'll be able to help... (Knocks on the door)

[A tall, lanky man answers. He's wearing a cheap Hawaiian shirt, a dirty baseball cap, and has an unkempt beard. Altogether, he resembles a poor excuse for a Steven Spielburg type of character]

MAN: Yes?

BRAIN: Excuse me, I'm looking for Sucker Bros. Productions?

MAN: Well, you've found it! Greetings, sir! I'm Dan Sucker, at your service.

BRAIN: You mean... this is your entire studio?

SUCKER: Well, we'll be expanding into the parking lot out back once all the paperwork goes through... so, what can I do ya for?

BRAIN: My... colleagues and I are looking for a studio to finance our low-brow action/comedy film.

SUCKER: Then you've come to the right place! So, what are you guys? Fledgling writers, directors...?

BRAIN: Actually, we're three laboratory mice currently engaged in a quest to utilize the film industry in tonight's plan for global domination!

SUCKER: Heh... that's pretty funny. But don't to put any smart lines like that in the film. What would people think if we actually made an *intelligent* film? Now what did you have in mind?

BRAIN: It's entitled "Lethal Intellect", and Pinky plays a mentally-challenged law-enforcement officer. There will be many, err... hilarious jokes involving him yelling obscenities at passers-by and hitting old ladies with clubs. Billie will play the ample-bodied and scantily-clad love interest, who sees through our hero's exterior to his true heart of gold. The final climatic scene will have exactly 438 car explosions.

SUCKER: Oooh, wow! That's even more car explosions than they had in that FOX special last week! OK, I'm sold!

BRAIN: (Whispers to Billie) After that description, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this... I've sunk to an all-time low.

BILLIE: We can always revise it later. All I can say is, I think my character needs a little rethinking.

BRAIN: I know, I'm sorry about that... I'm trying to write this from the mentality of the average unsophisticated American male age 18 to 34, and believe me, it's not easy...

SUCKER: (Hands Brain the check) Here's the check. We'll start preproduction next week.

BRAIN: (Looking at it) What?! Two hundred dollars?! That's our studio budget?!

SUCKER: Sorry, it's all we've got available right now. Don't worry, you can reuse our sets and costumes leftover from "Bisquetball" and "High School Low".

BRAIN: Wonderful. Well, come, let's return to the lab, and begin writing our script.

BILLIE: Why do I have the feeling that this isn't one of your better plans, Egghead?

BRAIN: Oh, it is! In fact, it may well be my best one ever! However, it unfortunately involves lowering ourselves to the level of what is perhaps the lowest life form on the planet.

PINKY: You mean...?

BRAIN: YES! Studio executives. For some reason, I think I'm going to hate myself in the morning...

[Back at the Lab...]

BILLIE: Umm, Eggy? Not to doubt our acting abilities in a film that makes those "Pokemon" movies look... watchable ...but, do we have to do *all* the acting ourselves?

BRAIN: We don't have a choice; this budget from the studio is, as you can tell, not nearly sufficient! Perhaps if I were to find more actors for this picture, they'd be willing to fund our little venture at a point beyond such "Blair Witch Project" levels of production *and* add much-needed star appeal!

PINKY: Egad, brillaint, Brain! And while you're doing that, I'll be sitting here, eating dryer lint! *NARF*!

BILLIE: Oooh, lint!

BRAIN: *Indeed*...

[A little while later...]

BRAIN: Now, you have your instructions. The two of you shall write the script, while I shall attempt to recruit actors for this crude cinematic caper! (Walks over to the modified mouse-sized phone as seen in "Fly") Remember, be sure to throw in as many cliched action and low-brow comedic movie elements as you can. This must appeal to someone who's IQ level is three points away from being a doorstop!

PINKY: Really? Hmm... dunno if I can do *that*...

BRAIN: Trust me, Pinky... I believe you will *more* than succeed at this task...

BILLIE: Well, *I* think so... (Grins at Pinky; Brain rolls his eyes)

BRAIN: Very well... to work!

[Fade to much later in the evening. We see a fairly tired-looking Brain slumped by the phone. Over at the computer, Billie is typing away at a mouse-sized keyboard attached to the human-sized keyboard as seen in "The Real Life"... Sounds of occasional laughter from Pinky can be heard. Brain, looking tired, walks over to the other two mice.]

BRAIN: Well, how's the script coming along?

PINKY: All done, Brain! (The printer spits out several pages on top of a pile of already-printed pages, then stops)

BRAIN: Good... You did remember to throw in gratuitious explosions, yes?

BILLIE: Of course...

BRAIN: Perfect! (Reads through script; pauses) Wait a minute... what is *this*?!

BILLIE: Well... I kind of wanted a subplot that *wasn't* tacked on, so I wrote...*that*?

BRAIN: "Subplot: A female research scientist is busy using her intellect to solve the film's main threat while carrying on an intelligent relationship with one of the heroes..." *Billie*!

BILLIE: Well, I wanted the female character in this film to actually *do* something intelleigent, rather than be used as window dressing like so many other action films...

BRAIN: I'd agree, but the whole point of this is to attract as many brain-deadened masses as possible in a celluloid plot that *doesn't* involve thinking! But I suppose there's no time to edit this subplot out now...

PINKY: How'd the calling for actors come along, Brain? POIT!

BRAIN: Oh, that? Well, err... I did manage to snag *one* actor for this deal...

BILLIE: (Guessing whom Brain's referring to) Ugh... not *him*...?

BRAIN: Afraid so. He was the only one who'd agree to do this. Mr. Gibson said he's busy trying to find another medieval British Isles-related script to perform, and Danny Glover's busy doing cameos at this time!

PINKY: So, you got...?

BRAIN: (Buries face in hands) Axel Foley...

BILLIE: (Flatly) Natch...

BRAIN: His experience in that explitive-filled "Beverly Hills Cop" film trilogy of his should aid us in producing this thing and appealing to the lowest common denominator...unless you want to try hiring a few actors *yourselves* ...we still need a few more characters!

BILLIE: Don't worry, Eggy... *I'll* find us a few more actors! Leave it to me! (Walks over to the phone)

BRAIN: Just who are you calling?

BILLIE: Shhh! ...Hello? Is this the "Desperate Celebrity Hotline"? Yes, I'm looking for a handful of people with a lot of time on their hands, who are desperate ta get back into the international limelight. Aha... that's right. Just send them to ACME Labs, New York, New York, care of Mr. The Brain... Ok, thanks! Bye!

BRAIN: (Skeptical) That was it?

BILLIE: Yeah! They'll be here tomorrow morning!

BRAIN: You just call that number and they send a bunch of actors right to your doorstep overnight? Are you sure this is even a legitimate business? How much is this going to cost us?

BILLIE: Don't sweat it, Eggy! It's a nonprofit organization dedicated ta helping actors relaunch their carreers! It's totally free of charge! They come here to audition for us, and we pick who we want. Simple as that.

BRAIN: Hmm... very well then. We'll just have to hope Axel Foley's "persona" doesn't scare them off first, however...

PINKY: So umm... what are we gonna do tonight? We have a studio, the script's finished, and the actors are on their way... what else is there?

BILLIE: Well, *I'm* gonna try getting a full night's sleep for once! You comin' Pinks?

PINKY: (Yawning) I suppose... how 'bout you Brain?

BRAIN: Yes, perhaps a night of rest is in order. There's nothing else we can do until morning. We just need to be sure we're up before the actors arrive...

[Early the next morning, a small crowd has gathered around the door to ACME Labs. Everyone seems to be mumbling about being stood up. From behind, a certain familiar police officer walks up...]

AXEL: (Uttering that usual staccato laugh) Heh heh heh... looks like we're in need of some (bleep)in' crowd control, here! Break it up, folks... let da man through! (He jiggles the door knob) How long 'ave you all been waiting around here?

CROWD: Two hours!

AXEL: Since 6:00am? Ya know loitering's an offence in this part of town? [He turns back to the door and starts kicking on it] Hey! You with the big head on your shoulders! I don't know what all these (bleeps) are doin' out here, but you said you wanted me to be in some movie of yours?

[Cut to inside the Lab. Within the cage, Pinky and Billie are sleeping peacefully among the woodchips; Brain is sleeping as well in the sardine can. Being near the back of the building, the sound of Axel banging the door is barely audible. Pinky begins to stir.]

PINKY: (Nudging Billie) Do you hear that?

BILLIE: (Rolling over) *Sigh* ...hear what?

PINKY: Don't know...

BILLIE: Probably just my empty stomach. That lint isn't very filling...

PINKY: Oh, OK... *POIT*...

[They both settle back into the woodchips and fall asleep. Meanwhile, Axel Foley, followed by an irate crowd, circles the Lab to a window behind the cage.]

AXEL: Hey! Get the (bleep) out of bed already, before I have to take these (bleep)in' people into custody for disturbing the (bleep)in' peace! You get what I'm (bleep)in' saying, already?!

BRAIN: (Awakes with a start) What? Who? (Looks at the clock) 8:00am already?

AXEL: Are you (bleep)in' out of bed yet?

BRAIN: Yes, already... (Brain drags himself out of the cage, grabs a key, and throws it out the window) Let yourselves into the lobby, we'll be there shortly...

PINKY: [Sitting up, still half-asleep] And so are we, or something...narf, poit... [Yawns]

[Foley and the various impatient celebrities are gathered in the lobby. The doors to the laboratory swing open as the mice walk out. The three are dressed in business suits, looking very executive like. Fading to a few moments later, we see Brain and Billie are seated at two seperate mouse-sized desks, which both sit on top of a human-sized one.]

BRAIN: Ms. Billie, send in the first applicant for the part of our hero!

BILLIE: Can do, Eggy! Mr. Shatner, you're first!

WILLIAM S.: Thank you...ma'am. [Heads into the mice's office.]

BRAIN: Er...greetings, Mr....Shatner.

WILLIAM S.: Hello, my...little friend, my...small friend.

BRAIN: I trust you got the copy?

WILLIAM S.: Yes.

BRAIN: Then please begin.

WILLIAM S.: Actually, this...script...seems to be nothing more than mindless...garbage. As you ...may know, I...am something of a writer. I have...taken it upon myself...to do a rewrite...which is much more original...creative...showcases my...talent. It also involves a...showstopping song number. Maestro...if you please. [Cues Pinky, in the corner of the room, who begins playing a record with gentle, soothing B.G. music.] [Singing] HEY...Mr. Tambourine Man...

BRAIN: Enough! ENOUGH!

WILLIAM S.: But you...haven't heard my dramatic interpretation of... "Lucy in the Sky".

BRAIN: Out, out, out!

WILLIAM S.: OK...I'll go somewhere where my talent is appreciated...a Trekkie Convention! [Exit]

BRAIN: Next!

[Enter Adam West...]

ADAM W.: Hello, you small odd-looking little man. You probably recognize me from TV. Yes, *I* am Batman! Please, no autographs. I know this must be overwhelming for you...

BRAIN: No, not particularly.

ADAM W.: But, say, you know what this film needs? Some good old-fashioned campy fun! I imagine a scene in which I, the hero, cape flailing, sail down into the midst of the villains, and say, The gig's up! Now I'm gonna put you all on ice! At which point I'll pull out of my utility belt my Ice Cream Scooper™, which I will proceed to use to shoot chocolate mocha-cappuccino triple-fudge at baddies. Once they're all eliminated, the Commissioner will arrive, and I'll say, "Now to put these crooks where they belong: in the coo—"

BRAIN: I've heard enough.

ADAM W.: But—

BRAIN: Don't call us; we'll call you.

ADAM W.: [Walking dejectedly out of the office] But...I'm Batman...

BRAIN: [A bit irked] Billie, send in the next guy; and he'd better be good.

[Enter Bob Hope...]

BOB H.: Hey, I gotta tell ya, I been readin' this script, and this is some wild stuff ya got here, huh? Hey, isn't this wonderful? But there should be golf. Lots of golf. And how 'bout Brooke Shields for the lead, eh? Rrrowrrr!

BRAIN: [Sounding exasperated] THAT'S IT!!!! This is the best we could get?! Who're you gonna tell me is next, Jaleel White?!

BILLIE: Er, actually...

[Suddenly, Yerkel himself enters the room...]

YERKEL: Wakka wakka doo!

BRAIN: YAAAARRGGGGHHHHHH!!! Let me see that list! [Stomps into the lobby and grabs the list of actors off Billie's desk]

BRAIN: [Reading] Burt Reynolds, Mickey Rooney...GEORGE WENDT?! Grrr...there must be someone here who can play the part... [Sees something on list that catches his interest] Hm...yes...YES! He's PERFECT! Billie, send in *this* candidate!

[Billie does so, and we see entering the room none other than...Arnold Schwartzenegger. Pinky, Billie, and (standing nearby) Axel gasp.]

ARNOLD: Hello, small mousie people...I'm here to audition for the part of da hero!

BRAIN: No need, my statuesque friend! You're *hired*! Axel, please dismiss the remaining candidates...

AXEL: Sure thing, Brain...[walks out to the last remaining candidate] Sorry, but we've just hired an actor...you'll have to go someplace else!

[Pan over to see the last candidate's Patrick Stewart.]

STEWART: Drats....well, at least I have that Royal Shakespearean Company production of Merchant of Venice to fall back on...

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[Fade to awhile later...we see Axel, Arnold, and the mice standing near a phone book]

PINKY: What now, Brain?

BRAIN: Now, we arrange to have various companies endorse products for our film! Hmmm...any suggestions?

ARNOLD: How about da Gold Gym Club logo on da hero's coffee mugs?

AXEL: Hmmm...well, there's always (bleep)in' McDonald's™...they'll sponsor *anything*! And you did say ya wanted some fast food meal tie-ins for this thing...

PINKY: Um....I know! Special edition "Entertainment Weekly" magazines with different covers! And comic book adaptions! Oooh, maybe we could get that Paul Dini person to draw them! POIT!

BILLIE: Well...I was thinking maybe a line of science kits based on the female scientist character's research facility and tools...

BRAIN: Perfect! We'll use *all* those suggestions! While I make the appropriate calls, you will all set up to begin filming!

AXEL: Um, but you told me that the film studio you guys are using doesn't even have a (bleep)in' *soundstage* or anything! What are we supposed to do?

BRAIN: Hmmm...I suppose we'll have to film it on location at various places! We'll use the Lab for the female scientist's scenes, and other locations around the country to film aspects of this film! The locals at these locations also would serve nicely as extras for the film...Mr. Foley, could you arrange for appropriate transportation for this?

AXEL: [Sighs] Guess so....if I'm gonna be (bleep)in' helping to *pay* for all this...

BRAIN: Good....now, any suggestions for who to hire as the film's soundtrack artists?

PINKY: Uh...Wayne Newton? *POIT*!

BRAIN: *No*, Pinky! We need bands that will appeal to this film's targeted, youthful demographic! Let's see, if the 70's nostalgia fad is starting to wane, then the next big thing would be...

AXEL: Puff Daddy?

BRAIN: (Annoyed by this suggestion) I was going to say *80's* nostalgia. No, Mr. Foley, for this idea, I'm afraid we'll be needing actual 80's music, and not Puff Daddy's, er, "heavy borrowing" of said music!

AXEL: I love Puff Daddy! He takes old (bleep) music, and makes it great!

BRAIN: (Sighs) All right, we'll use Puff Daddy's plagarized music, if only to draw in urban-dwelling youth.

AXEL: Yes!

BILLIE: (Flatly) Goody...

[Cut to the skyscraper home of corporate music label Bad Boy Entertainment, where we see Pinky, the Brain, Billie, Axel and Arnold walk into the offices of Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs.]

PUFF DADDY: [Speaking into a phone] Okay! Call all my homeboys out, we're going to do a posse cut! Man, no one will care that I'm ripping off Soft Cell's song "Tainted Love"!

BRAIN: Excuse me, may I come in?

PUFF DADDY: [Into the phone] Uh...look, I'll call you back, OK? All right then, I'm out! [Hanging up the phone, he looks for the source of Brain's voice, but from his perspective, only sees Arnold and Axel standing in front of him.] Where are you?

BRAIN: Down here, my...uh, homey! My name is The Brain! We're making a movie, and we need lots of your songs! Although you plagarize everyone, they all love you, for reasons beyond comprehension...anyway, we need a score!

PUFF DADDY: [Bending over his desk to see the lab mice] Okay! Give me a list of 80's artists, and I'll rip their (bleep) off! You'll have yourself a soundtrack!

BRAIN: Thanks! [Annoyed tone] Oh, by the way, please don't use the N-word! It's offensive to me and it should be offensive to you!

PUFF DADDY: I'll use whatever (bleep)ing language I please!

AXEL: Puffy, you're my soul brother! Put 'er there, you crazy n(bleep)!

BRAIN: [Making a face] Ugh! I'm going to get lunch! Join me later, Axel! Come, Pinky! You too, Billie and Arnold!

BILLIE: [Making a face at the epithet-usage] *Gladly*... [The mice and Arnold leave.]

[Fade to the "Lethal Intellect" crew setting up to film part of the film, on a busy streetcorner in Manhattan...we see several guys setting up one of the cameras; these crewmembers look like they actually know what they're doing...cut to the rest of the crew...]

BRAIN: Billie? Where did you get these men from? That same temporary service?

BILLIE: No, met them at the Sundance film festival...they're real independent film cinematic experts, and were loads of fun to hang around with! [Grins] Remember, Pinky? Wasn't it fun?

PINKY: Ooh, yes! I especially enjoyed that "The Daily Life of a Best Boy" docudrama that filmmaker from the Netherlands made! *HAHAHA*!

BRAIN: When were you at the Sundance film...oh, never *mind*... [To the actors] You all know your parts for this scene?

ACTORS: Yes!

BRAIN: Good....now, Axel, I need for you to run across this busy intersection for this film's initial action sequence, which involves...[Flips through mouse-sized copy of the script] Hero #1 chasing one of the villain's henchmen through a busy intersection in order to retrieve a Key Clue for thwarting the Evil Villain's Scheme... Got that?

AXEL: [Looks at intersection, with typical New York denizens' usual driving skills being demonstrated] Hey! Why should I risk my neck for this bit? I figured running across that intersection in "Bowfinger" was bad enough, but this—this is—well, (bleep)in' *New York*!!!

BILLIE: I gotta agree with him there, Eggy...shouldn't we hire a stunt guy?

BRAIN: Hmmm...[Looks over at Puff Daddy, who's surrounded by a fair-sized entourage; he's talking into a cell phone] Mr., um...Combs, is it?

PUFF: [To phone] Yeah, that's right....I need rights to every song in VH-1's inventory that was made between the late 1970's and late 1980's...for, er....creative reasons...gotta go, 'bye...[hangs up, to Brain] Yeah?

BRAIN: Mr. Combs, as part of your soundtrack deal, I'd like to give you the chance to make a few...cameos in this film, as well.

PUFF: Really?

BRAIN: [Sounding sincere] *Y-e-e-e-s*! I'd like *you* to merely run across this intersection, as a, er....double for Mr. Foley's character. We need someone who can look, er, heroic for this scene, and...

PUFF: Say no more, Mr. Brain! [To Axel] Ha! And you call yourself an actor...step aside, Foley! [Walks over to corner] Ready for my closeup!

BRAIN: Very well....[To crew] Ready?

CREWMEMBER 1: Yes, Mr. Brain...do you wish to use a standard shot for this scene or something similar to the opening stylings of the great Orson Welles?

BRAIN: [Thinking] Welles, you say? Hmmm...[Odd look crosses his face] for some reason, I like the sound of that...very well, let's use that style, then! Ready? Camera....action!

AXEL: I've gotta get over to where that nasty villain is standin' with the key I need to help save the world! [Pan over across the street to see CREWMEMBER #2 is standing there; he's wearing an all-black outfit similar to a catburglar's costume]

BRAIN: [Whispering] That's your cue, Mr. Combs....*go*!

[Brain cues for a pause, as Axel walks out of the shot, and Puff Daddy walks in...he's now wearing a Detroit Lions jacket, jeans, and sneakers, similar to Axel's usual wardrobe]

BRAIN: [Whispering] *Now*, Mr. Combs! [To Crewmember #1] *ACTION*!

[Puff Daddy takes a casual look both ways, and hurriedly begins running across the street...however, this being New York, traffic isn't overly forgiving....we hear, from off-camera, the sound of screeching cars and brakes being slammed, followed by some crash noises and horns honking...having made it to the other side, we see Puff crawl to the curb, with his clothes tattered...he quickly passes out...]

BRAIN: *CUT*! [Walks across the now-safe-to-cross street to where Puff Daddy's form is lying against the curb...] Nice job, Mr. Daddy!

PUFF: [Barely conscious] R-Really? I thought I'd do somethin' *original* fer once like that "Cat and Bunny...Little Lady...Clint Eastwood...Big Ol' Western Show-thingy"...aaaaah...[Passes out]

BRAIN: Um, yes....very well, let's begin setting up for our *next* scene...

[While the crew sets up for the next scene, Pinky, Brain, and Billie are busy debating over just where to go from here.]

BRAIN: So we're short one musical "artist"... if you'll excuse my loose usage of the term. Thankfully, he doesn't plan to sue, since he feels that brief cameo might be just what he needs to break into new fields...

PINKY: All full of flowers and butterflies? POIT!

BRAIN: Nooooo... He wants to try starring in action-thriller remakes of classic musicals, and market them as his own.

BILLIE: (Rolls her eyes) Eeeh-yeah, sure...

BRAIN: Anyways, by the time Mr. Combs recovers, he'll only have time to record one or two tracks of our soundtrack. We'll need to find some alternate sources of musical talent to make up for it.

PINKY: Ooh, Billie! What about those young musicians we were hanging out with at that film festival? What were they called...?

BILLIE: Yeah, the uhh... "Voo Doo Dolls", I believe. They're actually more original than their name would imply. (Suddenly starry-eyed) *Sigh* ...remember that ballad they performed for us, Pinks? Hmm...

BRAIN: Billie, snap out of it! How likely are they to join us, and how cheap will they work for?

BILLIE: I think they'd jump at the chance ta have this kinda nation-wide audience, even if it's on a lower budget than any independant film ever made... they might even do it for free.

BRAIN: Perfect!

[Axel walks up.]

AXEL: Hey! We're all set up for the next (bleep)in' scene, already! Are you gonna haul yer (bleeps) over here or what?

BRAIN: Yes, we'll be there shortly!

PINKY: And so are... (Brain bops him) ...and so are... (Gets bopped again) ...we! (Clang!)

BILLIE: Pinks? Speak to me!

PINKY: (Dizzy) Naaaaarf... Oh, Billie! You should see all the sparkly stars flying all around...

BILLIE: Really? [She falls next to Pinky and hits her head on the cement with another loud "Clang".]

[Brain moans at this]

BRAIN: Then again, we may be longer than I thought...anyway, we still need a female lead actress to play the role of the intelligent woman scientist/romantic interest! Did you manage to recruit someone for this part?

BILLIE: [Getting off of the ground; shakes her head] Um, yeah, Eggy...

BRAIN: [Raising an eyebrow] From that same temporary service?

PINKY: [Also getting up] Oh, yes she did, Brain! *TROZ*!

BRAIN: Whom may I ask is—?

VOICE: [From off-screen] Excuse me, is this where they're filming "Lethal Intellect"?

[The mice turn around, and see standing behind them is none other than Halle Berry]

HALLE: Um, are you the director, Mr....

BRAIN: Brain, at your service, madame. But why is a talented actress like yourself doing being sent to us via the same temporary agency that sent us...well, *him*? [Jerks thumb over to Arnold, who's busy signing autographs for the crew]

HALLE: Apparently, the agency still had my name on the list from when I registered with them after starring in that dreadful Flintstones movie awhile back...and I figured I could use the work instead of relying on royalty checks from that "X-Men" film...

AXEL: [Walks up] Did someone mention that piece of (bleep) "Flintstones" movi—[Sees Halle] Why, *hello*, there, lady! Axel Foley, at your service! How nice to see you want to work with me on another film after we did "Boomerang"! [Kisses her hand; Brain rolls his eyes]

HALLE: [Rolls her eyes a bit as well, fakes surprise] Axel! What a...surprise. I didn't know you were in this film, too... [Grits her teeth in a forced smile]

AXEL: [Sounding excited] Yeah, I am! This thing's the bomb—it's gonna have a 438-car-explosion finale, cyborg bad guys, Puff Daddy doin' the soundtrack, and enough bathroom jokes to set those MPAA (bleep)ers on their heels! Whaddya think, Miss "Storm"?!

HALLE: [Hesitant] Um...yyyyeah.

BRAIN: Anyway, Ms. Berry, would you mind preparing for the next scene at the lab? We'd like to stay on schedule....

HALLE: Sure thing, Mr. Brain...I'll be in my trailer, making, er, preparations. [Glances at Axel, raising an eyebrow, then exits]

AXEL: By the way, Pinky, Billie and I managed to get some of those (bleep)in' endorsements you wanted!...hope you don't mind having 'em heavily advertised during (bleep)in' professional wrestling...even *I* would've tried for somethin' better like Monday night football or somethin'...

BRAIN: No, I don't; in fact, that'd be the perfect spot! The huge numbers of low-brow viewers that those staged acrobats attract will be the perfect venue for advertising this film! Now, did you arrange the promos at McDonald's™?

PINKY: Yes, we did, Brain! Ta-dah! [holds up poster, which reads: "Lethal Intellect" toys now available at McDonald's™! Collect all 57 models! More addictive than Beanie Babies *and* Pokemon combined!]

BRAIN: Good....now, then, let's begin filming the next scene, while we wait for the Voo Doo Dolls to show up, hopefully shortly!

PINKY: Righty-o, Brain! [A quick beat] ....and so are *we*! *WAHAHAHA*!!

[Brain stares at Pinky oddly, then shakes his head and sighs...all walk off...]

[Cut to the mice and the Hollywood talent, preparing to film the next scene.]

BRAIN: Alright, now, Mr. Schwarzenegger—in this scene, you and Mr. Foley have just finished a delicious meal at McDonald's™.

PINKY: Ooo, nice product placement, Brain! Classy! *NARF*!

BRAIN: Yes! Now as you'll recall, after your meal, Mr. Foley had to use the...er...facilities...resulting in a series of tasteless toilet jokes. Now, as we begin the next scene, you have exited the McDonald's™, and you are both now chasing after the villain in an explosive car chase.

ARNOLD: What is my motivation, little mousie man?

BRAIN: Your motivation is that you, uh...like explosions and want to make all the cars...blow up.

ARNOLD: Oh. OK.

BRAIN: Aaaaaaaaannnnnnd...ACTION!

[The car with the duo swerves along Brooklyn Bridge, causing several others to quickly spin away and explode, overturn, go flying off the bridge, etc.]

AXEL: HA! That oughta show those (bleep)in' (bleep)s!

ARNOLD: Yah, da little sissy girls who learned to drive in the little girly DMV, with the little doilies and such...well this is the *REAL* road, where mens are mens and mices are mices!

BRAIN: Er...who wrote *that* line?!

[The two in the car suddenly zoom up to a huge brick wall. Suddenly, just before they hit it, Brain yells, CUT!, and they stop in mid-air inches away from the wall.]

ARNOLD: [Jumping out of the car.] Wouldn't you know it...out of gas!

AXEL: Looks like it (bleep)in' stalled!

BRAIN: STUNT DOUBLES!!!

[Enter two not-too-bright looking guys dressed and made up to look like the stars of our film.]

GUY # 1: Duh, what's our job again?

BRAIN: Never mind. Just climb into the car.

BILLIE: [Whispered] Brain, how did you afford stunt doubles?

BRAIN: [Whispering back] I didn't. These are a pair of network executives that I found in the lab. Apparently, they've been studying them. They're trying to figure out how someone can survive with no brain, heart, or backbone.

GUY # 2: Ready!

BRAIN: Aaaaaaannnnd...ACTION!

[The car immediately smashes into the wall.]

BRAIN: Excellent! Who needs crash dummies? Now, Mr. Schwarzenegger and Mr. Foley, the next scene involves yet another gratuitous celebrity cameo...

[Fade to a scene inside ACME Labs, with the camera crew setting up to begin filming the next scene...all of the cast members except Axel are present. The mice, especially Brain, look somewhat bored. We also see, sitting in a nearby wheelchair, Mr. Puff Daddy Combs, heavily bandaged, yet still able to fiddle with some audio equipment...we see "Best Hits of the 70's & 80's" and "VH-1's Big '80's Hits" albums lying nearby...]

BRAIN: It's been an hour...*where* is Miss Berry?!

PINKY: Um...maybe the Simpsons writers signed her away to fill this season's celebrity cameo quota? Though I don't know *how* they could top those *terrific* Gary Coleman, Britney Spears, and Kid Rock cameos, *POIT*! [Brain rolls his eyes and gags]

BILLIE: Gee, I dunno, Eggy; last I saw her, she said she had to scan over the script before beginning this scene...

[Axel enters, looking somewhat annoyed]

PINKY: Hello, there, Mr. Potty Mouth! *NARF*! [Sees his annoyance] ...um, is something wrong?

AXEL: You (bleep)in' bet there is! Halle left this in her trailer! [Hands a piece of paper to Brain, who reads it]

BRAIN: [Reading] Dear Crew, I've just looked over the so-called "script" for this film, and while I've starred in some klunkers and less-than-high-brow efforts in my day, this film looks worse than that wig the "X-Men" costumers gave me! Plus, after "Boomerang", I'm not sure I'm ready to do *another* romantic subplot with Mr. Foley anytime soon...*very* soon...hence, I won't be able to star in this film. However, I have taken the liberty of calling the Desperate Actors temp agency to find a replacement for me. Good luck...you'll need it! Sincerely, Ms. Halle Berry...

PINKY: Naaaarf!

AXEL: (Pouts) Hmph! "Not ready to do another romantic subplot with Mr. Foley just yet"....and I thought we were great in "Boomerang" together!

BRAIN: Be that as it may, it appears we've lost her services on this film...though she mentions getting a replacement...I wonder who—

[Brain's statement is cut off as we hear the door of the lab kicked open, and see a figure flying into the room....the figure slams into the injured Mr. Combs, sending him rolling back and slamming into a wall; Mr. Combs looks fairly dazed, with the cartoon stars/swirly lines sight gag seen swirling around his head...]

FIGURE: Oh, I'm sorry...I thought you were a stunt double, given your bandages and all!

PUFF: [Dazed and confused] That's OK....just need the material from "Animaniacs Suite" to sample for my next album! Daaah! [Passes out]

BRAIN: Who are you?!

FIGURE: The name's Cynthia Rothrock; I was sent by the temp agency. I'm the star of many direct-to-video martial arts movies...I'm sure you've all seen "Tiger Claws"? "Tiger Claws *2*"? "Lady Dragon"? "Rage and Honor"?

[The mice and Axel all stammer, trying to sugarcoat their response...]

CYNTHIA: That's OK..."Tiger Claws 2" wasn't that big of a hit in the U.S., I guess, though it did pretty well overseas...the royalties *almost* covered last month's car payment!

BRAIN: Well, I suppose someone with your martial arts talents will be perfect for all the action scenes this film will require!

BILLIE: [Whispering] Psst! Eggy! We need an intellectual woman capable of passing as a scientist here, not Ms. B-movie "Fists of Fury" here!

BRAIN: [Whispering back] I know that, but what do you want from me? It's not like the temp agency's having a two actors for the price of one sale!

CYNTHIA: [Overhearing Brain's dialogue] Um, actually, they *are* today...the other actress should be here shortly...[She picks up a copy of the script lying on the table, and scans through it] I'm supposed to be playing a scientist, right? Well, given that I'd rather be doing some action scenes, how about using the other actress as the scientist? She seems more suited for that type of role...and I could play her more action-oriented twin sister and sidekick to the heroes! [Glances over at Ah-nold and Axel] ...such as they are....

BILLIE: Um, and *who* is this actress, if I may ask?

[Anthonynotes]

[Suddenly, we see another female figure walk in...it's Molly Ringwald.]

BRAIN: Who are you?

MOLLY: My name is Molly Ringwald! I was a popular teen actress in the 80's, but my career since then's been sort of on the skids...

BRAIN: Oh, now I remember you! Why did you choose "Teaching Mrs. Tingle" to be your comeback vehicle?

MOLLY: I don't know! My agent said that Kevin Williamson was one of the best directors!

BRAIN: I don't know...anyone that created "Dawson's Creek" can't exactly be the best person to work with. Besides, couldn't you get a script from John Hughes?

MOLLY: Yeah, right! He panders to young kids now, and he hasn't had a hit in years! His last big hit...well, I've got 2 words for you...

AXEL: Suck it?

MOLLY: Wrong! The words are "Home Alone"! Say, whatever happenned to Macaulay Culkin anyway?

AXEL: That washed-up (bleep) is working at the McDonald's™ down the street!

MOLLY: Oh!

BRAIN: As if that restaurant couldn't get any *worse*...anyway, let's get to work on the next scene!

[Suddenly, yet *another* actress bursts through the door, outfitted in a few hundred rounds of ammo, and futuristic, oversized, uranium packing, rail-gun.]

PINKY: Naaarf...

ACTRESS: Stand back, Betsy, the Wedding's over!

BRAIN: And who, may I ask, are *you*?

ACTRESS: I'm the (bleep)in' actress that other (bleep)in' actress had sent by that (bleep)in' temp agency! And *that* (bleep)in' actress there is trying to steal the part *I* was sent here to play!

AXEL: (Bleep)!

BRAIN: Can we please keep this language to a minimum, already? Now I assume you wish to replace Molly as the female lead?

ACTRESS: Sorry... I'm still recovering from the dialogue in my last movie. And yes, I'm here to take the part. Who'd be better to play an intelligent scientist and former space marine who hopefully gets to blow up hoards of drooling alien monsters?

BILLIE: You mean...?

BRAIN: YES! Sigourny Weaver! After "Ghostbusters", the first two "Alien" movies, and "Gorillas in the Mist" you'd be perfectly qualified, but what are you doing here? One wouldn't think you'd be *this* desperate for work.

WEAVER: The truth is, I think the script is pure garbage. However, it's obviously engineered to draw in huge masses of carnage craving lunatics and make all the participants rich.

BRAIN: Well... yes... but...

WEAVER: Here's my pitch, if I star in this, would you take a fraction of your profits to buy the rights to the "Alien" series, so I can rewrite those last two flops to just being a dream sequence?

MOLLY: (Interupting) Hold it, here! I arrived first, you took too long!

WEAVER: That's because *you* rescheduled my flight to beat me!

[Pinky whispers something to Billie, she nods her head. They run over and both whisper something to Brain]

BRAIN: (Whispering back) Very well then, I'll take your suggestion. (To Weaver & Ringwald) Ladies, ladies, please... we'll do tryouts for both of you, starting now. Whoever fits in best gets the lead, the runner up can be an extra...

MOLLY: Extra?! I'm *nobody*'s extra!

WEAVER: Me neither, sister...let's go!

[Weaver drops all her futuristic Aliens-gear, and she and Molly begin moving into wrestling-like moves....Axel, Arnold, the mice, and Cynthia stand off to the side, looking astonished at all this...]

BRAIN: [Covering face with hands] This plan is *not* going completely as I envisioned...

PINKY: *Naaaaarf*...

BILLIE: Ditto from me, Pinky...

[We see that Molly has Weaver in a headlock, and is slamming her fist on the top of her head...]

MOLLY: Give it up, missy! At least *I* didn't just pass the half-century mark agewise!

WEAVER: Oh yeah, Miss "Pickup Artist"?! Try picking up *this*!

[Weaver manages to break the headlock, and, picking up Molly over her head, begins twirling her around in a helicopter wrestling move-type of fashion...all the spectators move back...Weaver lets Molly go, sending her flying towards none other than...the still-heavily-bandaged Puff Daddy.]

PUFF: *YAAAAAAAARGH*! This is gettin' *older* than those songs I sampled for my last album!

[Molly slams into Puff, sending the two careening through the door, and out into the street...the sound of screeching tires can be heard...the rest of the cast walks to the door, and makes cringing faces at the scene...]

AXEL: [Sighs, slaps hand over his face] Better call the (bleep)in' ambulance *again*, I suppose...

CYNTHIA: [To Weaver] *Nice* moves...maybe we could teach each other a few fight tactics sometime...

BRAIN: [Rolls eyes] *Indeed*...now that our casting problems have been solved, can we please get on with the filming of the next scene already?!

REST: Fine!

[They all walk back into the lab, and begin setting up for the next scene...we see an ambulance pull up to take the mangled-looking Molly and Puff Daddy off to the hospital...]

[Fade to some time later, in the Lab...]

BILLIE: [Walking back over from the phone] That was the hospital, Eggy...they say that Mr. Combs should be able to get released in time to finish, uh, "editing" together our film's soundtrack.

BRAIN: Excellent! But what about the Voo Doo Dolls?

BILLIE: Just got off the phone with those guys, too; they're stuck at O'Hare airport in Chicago, and won't be able to get here for awhile. But they'll still get here to help finish off this film's soundtrack... [Glances over at the pile of 1980's-era music albums Mr. Combs left behind] ...such as it *is*...

BRAIN: Very well, then. [To Sigourney] Now, in this scene Ms. Weaver, you must hand the secret plot-critical formula-containing Zip disk to Mr. Foley, who, with the help of your vivacious kickboxing fraternal twin sister, must fight through a horde of fierce kickboxing cyborgs, led by their leader...[Points to Arnold, who's standing with the crewmembers; they're all dressed in what looks like second-rate-looking "Star Trek: TNG" Borg costumes.]. In the meantime, there'll be various comic asides featuring Pinky hitting a rag doll repeatedly on the head with a toothbrush. [Pan over to see Pinky, dressed in a mouse-sized version of Axel's usual wardrobe, is standing next to a rag doll. Pinky is holding a toothbrush.]

PINKY: Um...Brain? What's my motivation in this scene?

BRAIN: Uh...er....the rag doll...um...taped over all your Tony Danza videos!

PINKY: Got it, Brain! *NARF*!

CYNTHIA: What's with Arnold? I thought he was a *good* guy!

BRAIN: He is...but according to the script, he's been captured by the cyborgs during Axel and Pinky's third toilet humor scene and turned into the cyborg's leader...and he'll eventually be freed from this horrible fate by the film's end.

BILLIE: Say, didn't we see this "plot" in "The Best of Both Worlds" on "Star Trek: The Next Generation"?

PINKY: Um, yes, but this has *kickboxing*! Ooooooh, fun fun silly willy! *NARF*! And it narrowly avoids trademark infringement, to boot!

BRAIN: [Groans] Very well...let us proceed with this B-movie science fiction scene...[To cameraman] aaaaand...*ACTION*!

ARNOLD: Your formula....geeve it to me! Or I will kill you! [Walks forward mechanically, a la the Terminator.]

AXEL: What the (bleep) are we gonna *do*?! Recycle these walking iMacs into Powerbooks? [Utters that staccato laugh of his]

[Bille glances at a checklist labelled, "Product Placement Sponsers", and checks off "Apple Computers."]

CYNTHIA: Precisely....c'mon, let's go!

[Cynthia assumes a kickboxing pose, with Axel doing a similar, goofy version, and they begin fighting with the cyborgs and Arnold. We also see Pinky hitting the rag doll repeatedly with his toothbrush, yelling such things as "How could you?! 'The Garbage Picking, Field Goal Kicking Philadelphia Phenomenon' 's my favorite movie with a really long title!" Cutting back to the Hollywood talent, we see that the cyborg kickboxing fight scene's hit a climatic point...]

AXEL: Here's a little somethin' somethin' from the Motor City, ya walkin' (bleep)in' Powerbook! [Punches out a cyborg] HA!

[Cut to Cynthia, engaged in an oh-so-exciting fight with Arnold-the-cyborg. Cynthia does a cheesy B-movie-ish flying karate kick, and slams into Arnold, knocking him into a fuse box mounted on a wall...in typical B-movie sci-fi style, Arnold's suit shorts out, doing the skeleton x-ray cartoon gag...oddly, Arnold doesn't yell, but grits his teeth...Cynthia runs up to him.]

CYNTHIA: Oh! Are you all right?!

ARNOLD: [Labored] Yes, I will be. But first, you must get the mah-ster villain behind the whole thing, before I am fused with this really kewl cyborg-type stuff forever!

CYNTHIA: Oh, yes! Yes, I *will*! [Makes a fist, and angrily stares into the camera] *This* time, those creeps are going to *pay*!

WEAVER: [Walking into the shot] Make that *twice*, sister...'cause the odds just *doubled* in our *favor*! [The two women clasps fists together, and we see Weaver pull from off-camera one of her big futuristic-looking Alien guns. They pose for the camera, as does Axel and Pinky (dragging the now-badly-bruised rag doll into the shot). Brain yells CUT!]

BILLIE: Excellent acting, Pinky!

PINKY: Oh, it was nothing, really...Brain just gave me the proper motivation, that's all! *NARF*!

BRAIN: Great work, everyone! Now we'll run this scene through the computers at the Sucker Bros. studio's special effects department, "Clerical Lights and Magic"!

[Zip pan to this sfx-department, which consists of a staff of all of two guys, who're both pounding away at two ancient Mac Plus computers with dot-matrix printers and 2400-baud modems hooked up to them.... a pile of papers in an "in" box is seen with a sticky note reading "bid for new theme-park dinosaur film special effects: return by January 22nd, 1992"...]

[Zip pan back to the Lab...we see Axel spraying Arnold's smoldering form with a fire extinguisher...]

BRAIN: [Checks the lab's clock] Why don't we all break for lunch, and then we'll meet back shortly to shoot the next scene...

PINKY: OK, Brain! *TROZ*! [Pauses] And so are—[Brain whaps Pinky over the head with his mouse-sized copy of the script; Billie rolls her eyes at this].

BILLIE: Erm, lunch sounds fine with me...wanna go to that new restaurant I saw downtown, guys?

AXEL: Uh, I guess...

PINKY: Um, will it have neat-o kids' meal toys, Billie?

BILLIE: *No*, silly, it's way better than *that*! C'mon! [Grabs Pinky's arm, and the entire crew exit the room...]

[Cut to the hospital that Molly Ringwald and Puff Daddy were hauled off to; we see Puff, escorted by several members of his entourage, leave the hospital in a wheelchair. We also see Molly Ringwald, with her head wrapped in bandages and a crutch under one arm, is speaking into a phone...]

MOLLY: Um, sure, I'll star in your film, sir. With *my* talents, by the time "Lethal Intellect"'s finished filming, those guys'll wish they'd took *me* over Little Miss "Alien" after all!

[Cut to the other end of the line, where we see somebody in a nice, executive-type office with various movie posters in frames on the walls, speaking into a phone...however, we only see the back of his chair and not the figure himself, with the phone cord stretching from the chair...]

FIGURE: Excellent! And don't worry about having any competition for my film from that "Lethal Intellect" thing, Miss Ringwald...with the resources at my disposal, by the time *I'm* through with those upstart film producers, they'll wish they were back to running a film projector for science class! [Chuckles, and hangs up, as dramatic music plays in the background...]

[We fade in on the crew in a Chunk E. Cheesy's down the block. Axel, Ah-nold, Sigourney, and Cynthia sit eating pizza with *EXTREMELY* stringy cheese, whilst Billie & Pinky play misc. games, and Brain sits off to the side looking rather peeved.]

[We pull up on Billie & Pinky, playing the restaurant's Whack-a-Mole game. However, the two of them together have trouble even lifting the game's mallet, let alone hitting the moles' heads. Arnold approaches.]

ARNOLD: Heah, leetle mousies. Allow me. [He grabs the mallet and proceeds to smash the heads as they pop up, with *TREMENDOUS* force. Within seconds, the machine is a pile of broken metal and plastic. Arnold reaches into the heap and pulls out the roll of tickets.] Heah...get a mustache comb or dryer lint or something...I'm going to go play in da ball pit... [He hands them the tickets and walks off. Pinky and Billie shrug at each other.]

PINKY: Let's go play the bowling game!

BILLIE: Okay! [The two walk over and find an empty "alley." They climb up, and with some effort, begin trying to roll the heavy ball up the steep incline. They nearly reach the top, and are about to give it a final push into the 100 slot, when it slips from their control. They run down the hill really fast, with the ball on their heels, as "Indiana Jones"-ish music plays for a few seconds. They each clear to one side of the "alley" as the ball rolls between them. Then, they look at each other breathlessly, and begin to laugh. Brain approaches.]

BRAIN: Ahem. Can we *PLEASE* get going? I never thought I'd say this, but McDonald's™ might actually be *PREFERABLE* to this place...

[Suddenly, a guy in a Chunk E. Cheesy suit approaches and begins to hug Brain.]

BRAIN: Ack! Get it off! Get it off! [It cuddles him all the harder, á la Baloney.] [Brain is now gasping for air.] Make...it...stop...please...! [Suddenly, two colored balls come flying at the costumed rodent's head. Chunk E. spins around, to see Ah-nold standing on top of the ball pit, holding a ball from the pit in each hand, standing in a dramatic pose. He squeezes the balls so hard they pop. Some kids gather around, watching interestedly.]

ARNOLD: Alright, mousey-mascot—dis time...it's personal. [Some kids below hand him some more balls from the pit. He chucks them hard at Chunk E., who drops Brain and turns to fight. Arnold jumps the rat, and after a gratuitous cartoon fight cloud clears, we see Arnold, the victor, standing on top of his unconscious victim.] Hasta la vista...baby.

BRAIN: [Slapping his forehead in disgust.] Can we *PLEASE* go now?

PINKY & BILLIE: 'Kay. [They get the women and Axel and head out.]

[Fade to a broad panover of the New York City skyline...we pass over various buildings, including the United Nations (with a snippet of "U.N. Me" playing in the background), and stop at the inside of a modern-looking skyscraper. We see the entire crew setting up inside to shoot the next scene...]

PINKY: What are we doing in this scene, Brain? Saving Fay Wray from a giant monkey? POIT! [Imitates an ape] RRRRR! [Billie pretends to shirk in fear, then giggles.]

BRAIN: *No*, Pinky...in this scene, Ms. Weaver and Mr. Foley must infiltrate one of the villain's seven different headquarters...since the villain keeps moving from one evil lair to the next, such repetitiveness will surely enrapture the nanosecond-long attention spans of our audience! Mr. Foley, Ms. Weaver, are you ready?

[Pan over to see the two actors are ready for this scene, as they stand at the end of a darkened hallway. We see that Ms. Weaver is wearing fatigue-type gear and is holding a Big Futuristic-looking Gun, a la the "Alien" movies. Axel just holds a pistol.]

AXEL: Yeah, we're all set!

BRAIN: Thennnnn...*ACTION*!

[The two cast members begin to move slowly down the hall. They hold their weapons out in front of them...]

WEAVER: We must be careful...for all we know, the villain behind this whole scheme might have some type of trick up his sleeve!

[Pull back to reveal that this scene's being monitored by the executive-type seen earlier on...he smiles broadly.]

EXECUTIVE: Soooo...trying to use such a nice-looking New York City building to film your little production, Brain? We'll see how your shooting handles a little...obstacle thrown into the path. [Chuckles, and presses a button...cutting back to the hallway, we see a door open, with what looks to be tons of Pokemon merchandise flooding out of a room, like an avalanche...the Poke-merchandise tsunami hurls towards the unsuspecting actors...]

AXEL: Hold it! Do you hear something?

WEAVER: Yes, I do... and *look*!

[Sigourney points towards the end of the hallway, and more specifically the Poke-tsunami that's heading towards Our Heroes...they all gasp.]

BRAIN: *This* isn't in the script...I specifically requested *no* references to *that* show in this thing! [Nervous] But as long as it's *here*...we'd best do something to stop it!

AXEL: *Stop it*?! What the (bleep) are we gonna do to stop it?!

WEAVER: Simple...we keep on actin'! Keep filming! [Charges up her gun, and aims it towards the wave of merchandise. She also whips out a futuristic-looking grenade, and passes it to Axel.] OK...ready...aim...*NOW*!

[Sigourney aims her gun at the merchandise, and fires; at the same time, Axel hurls his grenade. We see the merchandise deflected into the opposite direction from the blast of Sigourney's gun, with the ticking grenade lodged in the merchandise. The merchandise flows back into the room from whence it came, followed by a building-rattling explosion. The cast run to the end of the hall, and find only bits of Poke-merchandise littering the room. All breathe a sigh of relief...]

WEAVER: [Melodramatically] Final...merchandise...close-out. [Puts the safety on her Big Futuristic Gun, and Brain yells CUT!]

PINKY: *Naaarf*...this was just like that guy that set that Pikachu doll on fire! Except without accusations of it being the harbinger of the apocalypse and all...

AXEL: [Flatly] Um...yeah.

BRAIN: *Indeed*...but surely, this merchandise flood must've come from somewhere...who would *do* such a thing, and *why*?

BILLIE: Beats me...but at least we got it all on film! With a bit of splicing, it'll look *great* for the movie!

BRAIN: *YES*!

CYNTHIA: Great...but what about this floor? Won't paying for all this damage to the building eat into our budget?

BILLIE: Nah...it's OK: this is the same building they use for all those generic climatic action movie scenes!

CYNTHIA: I thought this place looked familiar...

BILLIE: Compared to the damage that "Last Action Hero" did to this building action-wise *and* reputation-wise, this is nothin'...

ARNOLD: Um...yeah... nothin'... [Looks glum.]

PINKY: There, there, Mr. Arnold...um, *I* liked that "Last Action Hero" film! *NARF*!

BRAIN: You *would*...now come, let us shoot the *next* scene of our movie! Hopefully without any mishaps... [The crew begin to gather up their equipment, with Brain pausing a moment to pick up a piece of the Pokemon merchandise that was blown to shreds. He stuffs it in his pocket, and the crew leave...]

[Cut to the executive-guy, who's watched all this on his viewscreen...]

EXECUTIVE: Drats! I thought for sure all that discounted warehouse overflow Poke-stock would stop those independent filmmakers cold! But I'm sure my *next* trap for those losers will end their film careers faster than you can say "Heaven's Gate"! [Chuckles sinisterly...]