The Stage Play: reVAMP Part II, World 10- Dead Rocker's World

The Stage Play: reVAMP

The Evil Doings of a Rubix Cube Part II

[The scene opens to Sonny and Cher’s ‘I Got You Babe’ playing as the credits roll by. The camera pans over a happy city scape, there are people dancing in the streets for no particular reason, daisies everywhere, it’s a bit like a hippy convention only more (or possibly less) weed. As the song nears the end we hear a tape scratching. The camera stops over the building of John Doe Inc where we can see Cam hurling an old boom box into the crowd of hippies where it shatters on impact.]

Cam:

God, it’s like listening to Greenday’s ‘Time of Your Life’ over and over and over-

[Greenday’s ‘Time Of Your Life’ begins to play.]

Cam:

God dammit! [He disappears into the building.]

[The scene changes to inside the office building, the camera hangs over the cubicles, we can see eight figures leaning lazily back in their chairs, tossing a paper ball to each other over the cubicle walls.]

Alex:

We’ve been doing this for how many days now?

Natalie:

Fifty-eight.

Alex:

Why?... Kelti, heads up!

Kathleen:

Because we all had the same twisted dream about a Rubix Cube and a Pool Boy and until someone can justify to me why we all experienced the exact same thing-

Spencer:

Drugs.

Kathleen:

-Without using drugs, we’re not doing anything else.

Kelti:

Why don’t we call Johnny Depp and ask him if he had the dream? At least then we could narrow it down to either one freaking hallucination brought on by CO2 poisoning or... you know... reality.

Cam:

That’s a brilliant plan, Kelti. You go do that.

Kelti:

I will... As soon as someone gets me his phone number!

Natalie:

Well, I’ve got it right here- Oh ho, wait a minute. I’m not falling for that one again! I know about you and the restraining order.

Kelti:

Sending hair in the mail isn’t creepy!

Kathleen:

No, sending hair from your HEAD isn’t creepy. What you did is just ethically wrong.

Cindal:

Think there’s any chance we’ll be caught wasting company time?

Spencer:

By who? The nonexistent Boss?

Cindal:

The Boss is real, we all saw him.

Spencer:

No, we saw a figure hunched behind a giant Rubix Cube who spent three hours lecturing us about marketing techniques to infants.

Cam:

And we still don’t know what we do for a living.

Jessie:

Maybe we make said Rubix Cubes.

Kathleen:

If we make Rubix Cubes for a living then why were we on an adventure to retrieve the twenty-seven pieces of the Cube of Evil? Couldn’t we have just gone down the hall to product development and stolen one from the nerds?

Jessie:

No way, have you seen those guys? They made a catapult out of a stapler and pen lids.

Cindal:

And incidently, they really hurt when they hit you.

Natalie:

Face it, Kat. As bizarre and convincing as it seemed, it was just a dream. There is no Cube of Evil, no Pool Boy, no Johnny Depp or Starship Enterprise or Evil Betty. It was one big, lengthy, in-joke.

Kathleen:

You keep telling yourselves that. I’m going to make toast. [She throws the paper ball into the fray]

Spencer:

She’s broken the chain!

Alex:

Dammit! We were so close to the record!

Cindal:

Way to go, Swat. You’ve ruined another good thing.

Kathleen:

[As she walks away] There is no doubt in my mind that you will get over it. [She whistles a happy tune as she troops to the cafeteria where she begins to make toast for herself.]

Kathleen:

[Singing]

I love toast,

toast, toast, toast!

Toast with peanut butter,

Toast with jam!

Toast with honey

And toast with ba-na-na

Toast with brown sugar

Toast with cinnamon!

Everyone knows that toast is win!

Most toast... Most toast...

[She continues to hum as she reaches for the cupboard and pulls down a jar of peanut butter.]

Kathleen:

Mm-mm! Nutty delight. Who thought such a creamy, succulent being could be such a brutal killing machin- Hey! Who ate all the peanut butter?!

[Suddenly things start to get really dramatic. A look of shock comes over Kathleen’s face, everything goes slow motion, the empty jar tips out of her hand and crashes onto the floor.]

Alex:

[Suddenly appearing out of nowhere.]

Kat, Kat! There’s a PONY RIDE upstairs!

Kathleen:

Uh...a pony ride?

Alex:

Yeah! These four magical ponies arrived out of the blue and they’re offering free rides!

Kathleen:

And just to clarify... I’m the one on drugs, right?

[Ignoring the shattered peanut butter jar, she follows Alex upstairs where there are four black ponies all trotting in a neat little circle giving rides to Spencer, Cam, Natalie, and Jessie. Kelti is standing off to the side with her arms crossed defensively, glaring at the ponies.]

Kathleen:

Something wrong?

Kelti:

This isn’t sitting right.

Kathleen:

Well, I’ve told you before there are creams-

Kelti:

No, not that! I mean those ponies are suspicious!

Kathleen:

You think? Ponies appearing randomly out of nowhere have set off some sort of alarm bells in your head?

Kelti:

No, no it’s not that... They look like the My Little Pony-Apocalypse Edition that I owned back in High School.

Kathleen:

[Sudden realization] Dear sweet jesus! Natalie, get off that horse! It’s Pestilence Pony!

Cindal:

Oh come on! Robot Chicken totally did that already!

Kathleen:

Naw, don’t worry about it. Seth Green will make some sort of awkward cameo and we’ll all move on.

[Suddenly Seth Green walks by.]

Seth Green:

Hey Guys.

Everyone:

Hey Seth.

Alex:

We’re going to get sued.

Kathleen:

No way. South Park stole from us, we stole from Robot Chicken, now Robot Chicken will steal from South Park. It’s the Comedy Circle of Life. Besides, you’re missing the bigger picture here. Namely that I was right in my original claim that an empty peanut butter jar is the sign the apocalypse. Cam, get off that Pony of Famine and pay me five bucks!

Cam:

Come on! One more round!

Kathleen:

Fine. But wash your hands afterwards. Don’t want you touching me with your dirty famine hands.

Alex:

Um-

Kathleen:

Filthy famine, spreading like a disease.

Kelti:

You’re thinking of pestilence.

Kathleen:

Meh, tomato-ketchup.

Alex:

Wait, what?

Kathleen:

I said shut your filthy little mouth! [Taking a few deep breaths] Now... I don’t mean to alarm any of you, but I have a very bad feeling about this... Spencer, what are you doing?

Spencer:

Pfft, I’ll tell you what I’m not doing. I’m not feeding Death Pony a sugar cube. Isn’t that right Death Pony? Oh yes, gootchygoo!

[Kathleen is about to open her mouth when ‘21^st Century Cure’ from the Repo soundtrack begins to play.]

Kelti:

...Does anyone else hear that?

Kathleen:

No, you’re losing your mind.

Kelti:

Oh shit, really?!

Kathleen:

Dur, no. We’ve gone over this before, *everyone* hears the floating random soundtrack, Kel. You’re not losing your mind.

[Right around the point where Graverobber gets to his first awesome screaming part the ground begins to rumble. There is total panic! Oh no! The four horses, still carrying Cam, Natalie, Spencer, and Jessie, suddenly bolt for the door and disappear.]

Kathleen:

NOO!

[As the clearly cheap linoleum tiling beneath their feet, the remaining heroes, IE: Cindal, Kathleen, Alex, and Kelti all slip through the floor and disappear into the total blackness below! Oh noes!]

[Camera pans over on Kathleen who is just waking up in what appears to be a Tim Burton movie set, possibly if The Corpse Bride could be transposed to reality, it would have that sort of creepy blue tinge to it. Everything is very distressing. In the background we can hear ‘Eliot’ by Sarah Slean playing in the background. Kathleen stumbles to her feet, in a rather unsteady, drunken fashion, although she is clearly not drunk right now. Seriously. Mm wine.]

Kathleen:

Ow, my head! Dammit, that hurt! Why can’t random plummets through obscure darkness ever end with a pillow? Just a pillow, that’s all I ask. [She glances around and finds Sarah Slean at the piano, singing.]

Kathleen:

Hey, um, famous Canadian Songstress Sarah Slean, where am I?

Sarah Slean:

Dead Rockers World.

Kathleen:

Are... you dead?

Sarah Slean:

Yuuuup.

Kathleen:

Oh geez, I’m sorry to hear that. When did it happen?

Sarah Slean:

About... [She checks her watch] Five minutes ago.

Kathleen:

What happened?

Sarah Slean:

Stalker.

Kathleen:

Well, this play is off to a bad start.

Sarah Slean:

What?

Kathleen:

What? Nothing. Listen, you haven’t seen any other people like me around here? You know, non-corpsey people.

Sarah Slean:

Yeah, I think I saw a blonde over by John Lennon’s grave nursing a scraped knee.

Kathleen:

Awesome! Thanks! And...uh... I’m sorry for your loss.

Sarah Slean:

[As Kathleen is walking away] My next album was going to be a winner you know! You hadn’t seen nothing yet! I WAS JUST WARMING UP WITH THE BARONESS- aw, who am I kidding? [Goes back to her piano.]

[Kathleen saunters along the graveyard, making note of the popular recording artists who have passed on over the years. People like... Harry Chapman and... George Carlin. Oh yeah and Jimi Hendrix and that other Beatle, and a bunch of other famous guys. She finally locates Lennon and checks behind the tombstone.]

Kathleen:

Hey, Al. What’s up?

Alex:

Kitty! Thank god! Please tell me this isn’t really happening!

Kathleen:

Okay, I won’t.

Alex:

Wait.... just... give me the basic information. But leave out anything that might permanently scar me.

Kathleen:

[She opens her mouth, then closes it again and walks away.]

Alex:

Don’t leave me alone! John Lennon keeps asking me if I’ve seen Yoko and I don’t know how to tell him the truth!

[As they continue to walk along ‘Cemetery Polka’ by Tom Waits begins to play. Suddenly, as they pass by a tomb stone for, say, John Coltrane, a figure pops out of nowhere. Everything seems to come suddenly and in a pop in this play doesn’t it?]

Johnny Depp:

[Adjusting his token fedora] You! This is YOUR fault! Why are you so obsess- wait, is that Tom Waits?

Kathleen:

It certainly is.

Johnny Depp:

Huh, I didn’t know you liked Tom Waits.

Kathleen:

Big fan.

Johnny Depp:

Favourite album?

Kathleen:

Rain Dogs, closely followed by Alice.

Johnny Depp:

[Eyes her suspiciously for a moment] Fine, okay, that’s good. Good stuff. Doesn’t change the fact that your creepy obsession has ONCE AGAIN made me part of some insane farce! WHY?

Kathleen:

Oh no, you can’t blame this one on me. I wanted him. [She points in the direction of another tomb stone where HUGH LAURIE is just dusting himself off and looking around.]

Hugh Laurie:

Great scot, where am I? [All said in a very sexy British Accent]

Johnny Depp:

Wait, you wanted Hugh Laurie? You REPLACED me?

Hugh Laurie:

This doesn’t look like the set for House...

Kathleen:

Well, you didn’t seem to have much fun last time...

Johnny Depp:

That is no excuse! I am a staple in any bizarre twisted Rubix-Cube-Celebrity-Fantasy!

Hugh Laurie:

I think I have a rock in my shoe...

Kathleen:

Well I would hardly call chasing after an insane pool boy and a twisted co-worker a FANTASY.

Johnny Depp:

Oh and what would you call it? Another day at the office?

Kathleen:

YES! Yes! Exactly! My god, you were around for ten worlds! You know how this works! If it’s totally insane we can justify it! It’s the norm we can’t stand!

Johnny Depp:

And I’M your definition of normal?

Kathleen:

No, right now you’re my definition of a douche bag!

Hugh Laurie:

[Reading a tomb stone] Bob Marley... that explains why I smell weed.

Alex:

Guys! I really think our biggest problem right now isn’t whether or not Johnny Depp has suffered some sort of painful emotional betrayal due to Hugh Laurie’s sudden appearance.

Kathleen:

[Muttering to self] Much would have preferred Colbert for part two anyways...

Alex:

Kat! Come on! Now the first seven cube pieces are back on the deserted island totally unguarded, Edjuardo must be on the loose somewhere, and now we have to explain to Hugh Laurie what he’s doing here.

Hugh Laurie:

Please?

Kathleen:

Well- wait, seven? We went to nine worlds!

Alex:

Yeah but we never got one on the Deserted Tropical Island, and Roman World was just a pitiful attempt at grasping at straws. So we’re at seven.

Kathleen:

Fair enough, twenty to go. Okay, you give you Hugh Laurie the low down, Johnny Depp and I need to have a little discussion about his attitude problem.

Johnny Depp:

You’re not my mother!

Kathleen:

And we’re all very glad, believe me! Now come on! [She grabs him by the ear and pulls him towards the nearest tomb stone where they both settle down. No one seems to notice that the stone reads ‘Kanye West- Beaten to Death by Irony’ written on it.]

Kathleen:

Listen, Johnny, I’m sorry you’re upset, but you’ve got to understand this is beyond my control. Well, I mean, not really, because in some twisted way I am the narrator of my own story and I’m simply relaying the facts to the reader and or viewer, so by all rights I could change it and control it any way I chose. However, for the sake of continuity, we’ve got to keep Laurie around.

Johnny Depp:

I just don’t like being replaced...

Kathleen:

Silly goose! You’re not being replaced! I thought after last time you’d want someone in your own class, you know, to keep you company. After all, we’re clearly not good enough for you...

Johnny Depp:

Isn’t that sweet? Trust me, Kathleen. You, at least, are in a class all by yourself.

Kathleen:

Awww, wait a minute...

Johnny Depp:

Come on, let’s see what’s going on- [He and Kathleen scatter suddenly as a figure drops out of the sky and lands conveniently on Kanye West’s gravestone, shattering it.]

Kathleen:

Kelti!

Kelti:

Hey girl, what’s going on?

Kathleen:

Dead Rockers World.

Kelti:

Good to know. Hey Johnny Depp.

Johnny Depp:

Hey Kelti.

Kathleen:

Well, let’s go see if Alex has managed to calm Hugh Laurie down.

Kelti:

Hugh Laurie is here? Awesome!

[Johnny Depp scowls but says nothing, Kathleen just claps him sympathetically over the shoulder.]

Alex:

... And then we were in Roman World and there was this chariot race and a Frenchman, and even though we totally beat Anne Hathaway’s ass he only gave us a 5.9.

Hugh Laurie:

...Backup. You beat up Anne Hathaway.

Alex:

She had a flame thrower, we had no choice. Anyways, then we passed around this paper ball for a couple months, and then there was an empty peanut butter jar and the four My Little Ponies of the Apocalypse and here we are.

Hugh Laurie:

Okay, got it. Makes perfect sense really. Just one tiny thing.

Alex:

Okay, shoot.

Hugh Laurie:

Are you all mental?

Kelti:

That has yet to be confirmed by a registered physician thank you very much. Hey Alex.

Alex:

Hey Kel.

Johnny Depp:

Hey, we’re missing some people. Where are the others? Cam-

Kathleen:

Oh he won’t be joining us. He had an unfortunate accident with a can of black paint. [The three girls burst into laughter.]

Alex:

Seriously though, he’s gone goth so we probably won’t find him until he manages to crawl his way out of the infinite miasmas of his soul.

Johnny Depp:

Cindal then? Natalie or Jessie or Spencer?

Kathleen:

[Shrugging] Hard to say. I’m sure they’ll show up eventually. Cam too, I mean, he was in that Sonny and Cher intro. And without him this play lacks a serious anchor.

Kelti:

Now Spencer, that’s someone we could do without.

Johnny Depp:

Glad to see you haven’t lost any of that pent up rage.

The Evil Betty’s Disembodied Voice:

Greetings former co-workers of John Doe Inc! It is I, The Evil Betty, come to give you a friendly recap and remind you about what’s going on!

Kathleen:

Betty, what a cantankerous surprise!

The Evil Betty’s Disembodied Voice:

Kathleen, how’s your love life- Oh ho, that’s right. I forgot. You’re going to die alone.

Kathleen:

[Muttering] Least I’m not going to die a bitch.

The Evil Betty’s Disembodied Voice:

What was that?

Kathleen:

I said... At least I won’t die with a nervous twitch?

Alex:

You know ‘rich’ might have been a better choice there.

Kathleen:

...Why would I want to die with a nervous rich? That seems totally counter productive.

Alex:

[Sigh] Never mind.

The Evil Betty’s Disembodied Voice:

Anyways, just to let you know, those seven pieces of the Rubix Cube of Evil that you so foolishly placed all on that Deserted Tropical Island are totally unguarded at the moment, free for the picking. Just to recap, your cube pieces are unguarded and should my pool boy and henchman Edjuardo get his hands on them you would have to battle him for them. Also, you still have twenty pieces to get.

Hugh Laurie:

Just to recap one more time. These heroes have been tasked by YOU the Evil Betty, to retrieve the 27 pieces of the Cube of Evil so you may conquer the various mini worlds throughout the universe in exchange for leaving their planet al-WHY is Johnny Depp holding an axe and looking at me menacingly?

Johnny Depp:

[Clearly hiding a very large axe (shazam) behind his back (SHAZAM)] I am not!

Kathleen:

Aw, he’s jealous!

Johnny Depp:

Pfft, jealous.. That’s ridiculous, you’re ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous. Pfft, jealous.

The Evil Betty’s Disembodied Voice:

Wow, Kathleen, you sure know how to pick em.

Kathleen:

Don’t I just? Anyways, is there anything else you want us to know?

The Evil Betty’s Disembodied Voice:

Yes, I’ve put Edjuardo on the Deserted Tropical Island, you know, just to give him a little head start. After all he is a bit retarded, and I think his self esteem might be suffering a bit for it.. No William Shatner, Cool Whip will not do. I want the canned Real Cream, nothing less than quality for pure evil. Anyway, that’s everything dearies! Ciao!

Kathleen:

Well, I think that establishes the plot line fairly well... Hey, who put Hugh Laurie in the fetal position?

Johnny Depp:

[Scoffing] I didn’t roll into the fetal position when I first got involved in the play.

Kelti:

To be fair he’s a Brit, and they’re notoriously scared of...well... everything.

Alex:

That’s a bit of a generalization.

Kelti:

Not really, you should hear what I say about the Swiss. [Whisper whisper whisper]

Alex:

Meh, I guess you’re right.

Kelti:

Great watches though.

Alex:

Oh without a doubt.

Kathleen:

Okay, well, I guess we had better find us a Rubix Cube, and- Ga! is that a hand clawing out of the ground?!

Alex:

Nuuh, all my very real fears about zombies are coming to life!

[The camera pans to a new view, suddenly all the heroes have their backs to each other and are holding handy zombie battling instruments like long bats and chainsaws, etc. The scene cuts away to a Deserted Tropical Island. We see Spencer waking up on the beach, looking fairly dazed.]

Spencer:

Nuh, my head. Where am I? One minute I was enjoying a lovely pony ride and contemplating the many ways I alone can save the world, the next minute I’m here... On a Deserted Tropical Island... With Cable! All right! [He glances around to find Edjuardo, of course, sitting rather precariously in the top of a palm tree, trying to poke a bag of cube pieces with a long stick as they hang over shark infested water.]

Spencer:

What the hell are you doing?!

[Edjuardo, realizing he’s been made, flails a bit nervously and then falls from the tree. Of course a coconut lands on his head a moment later, just for the comedic effect.]

Spencer:

Wait a minute, I know who you are! You’re Eduardo!

Edjuardo:

It’s... Edjjjjuuuuuuuaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrdo.

Spencer:

Whatever, why the hell are you trying to get our cubes? We earned those fair and square!

Edjuardo:

B-but I’m [whine] laaaaazy.

Spencer:

And yet here you are trying to get some clearly well-protected cubes instead of using your brain and figuring out where the other cubes are before our team does. You do realize if you put just the tiniest amount of effort into it you’d probably be able to find the cubes before the rest of us, right? I mean, we usually just find them via luck or if the world has been going on too long, just plain old plot advancement. I’m sure if you put your mind to it you’d be able to find them before us.

Edjuardo:

[Considers this for a moment.] ... Probably not.

Spencer:

Well, I’m just trying to help.

Edjuardo:

...Why?

Spencer:

I... feel sorry for you?

Edjuardo:

You were having the time of your life on a pony ride, and you feel sorry for ME?

Spencer:

It’s the little things, okay?!

[The scene changes back to the graveyard where the Heroes are clutching each other, as dozens of dead bodies advance closer to them!]

Hugh Laurie:

We’re all going to die! I don’t want to go this way! Someone save meeee!

Johnny Depp:

[In a moment of seriousness he turns to Kathleen.] Seriously, you picked him over me?

Kathleen:

You know what? It was a moment of weakness okay-

Johnny Depp:

It is not okay! I don’t like being replaced!

Kathleen:

For the love of- You aren’t being replaced! Just think about it, did YOU curl into the fetal position in Ye Olde England?

Johnny Depp:

...No...

Kathleen:

Right, and who stood up for me when the Queen of Hearts wanted to cut off my head.

Johnny Depp:

....Me...

Kathleen:

And who so nobly volunteered to risk his own life in the Chariot Race in Roman World just so we wouldn’t have to see you in the buff.

Johnny Depp:

Me...

Kathleen:

And who’s going to sue if this gets leaked onto the internet?

Johnny Depp:

Me! Wait, no, not me! Oh my god, you are still in a creepy, stalker-esque way obsessed with me!

Kathleen:

Of course I am! Now, if you don’t mind, I think we need to figure a way out of here- Ga! Zombie Jim Morrison’s teething on my ankle!

[Johnny Depp proceeds to swat Zombie Jim Morrison off of Kathleen’s ankle in a very heroic way.]

Zombie Jim Morrison:

[Gasp] Please, man! You gotta get me some food! I’ve been buried in France for years and no one’s bothered to water my grave once! They just sit around smoking pot and listening to ‘Light My Fire’ over and over again! How can I be expected to create deep, insightful lyrics on an empty stomach?

Kelti:

I thought that was the point of the crack.

Hugh Laurie:

Wow, I love The Doors! [Awkward pause] Not for the crack! The music, I swear it’s the music!

Kathleen:

Sure it is.

Alex:

No doubting from us, that’s for sure.

Kelti:

We totally believe you.

Hugh Laurie:

[Muttering] Dumb teenagers.

Zombie Freddy Mercury:

[Does some fancy falsetto squeal before coming off a crazy high] Man, I can’t stand John Denver! If I hear one more song about Annie or how he really is a qualified pilot I think I’ll scream. [Another falsetto sing/scream]

Zombie Elvis:

Man... Man I have to go like you wouldn’t believe. Which is ironic because I died on the crapper....

Zombie Jim Morrison:

Hey Mercury! You got any food?

Zombie Freddy Mercury:

I got... Half a Klondike Bar.

Zombie Jim Morrison:

Can I have it?

Zombie Freddy Mercury:

That depends [knowing look] What’ll you do for half a Klondike Bar?

[After a moment of nervous hesitation, Zombie Jim Morrison begins to unzip his pants.]

Johnny Depp:

Oh-hokay! That’s enough outta you! Listen, has anyone seen a Rubix Cube piece around here? Anywhere at all? It should be all... cube shaped and radiating evil.

Kelti:

Or possibly green.

Kathleen:

There are six colours to choose from, what made you say green?

Kelti:

I... don’t know.

Alex:

Seems to me if we look back in the play you have a lot of instances like that... Where you make bizarre guesses that turn out to be true.

Kathleen:

Or if you didn’t, you’re probably going to make them now.

Kelti:

Does that mean I’m psychic? Awesome!

Hugh Laurie:

My like psyCHOtic.

Kelti:

[Stares at him blankly then turns to Kathleen] Hugh Laurie isn’t as funny in real life. House is much funnier...

Hugh Laurie:

Dammit, I’ve done over things than House you know! I made an entire career for myself in Britain before House! You know what they say when they see me in England?

Kathleen:

There goes George the snotty Prince of Wales?

Hugh Laurie:

What? No... Well, yes actually, if they’re quoting Black Adder the Third. But usually they say something like... Like...

Alex:

....Look, there’s Hugh Laurie, the guy who plays House?

Hugh Laurie:

[Long, drawn out pause.].... Shut up.

Johnny Depp:

Soo... back to that cube then?

Zombie Kurt Cobain:

I’ll tell you where it is! I’ll tell you, but you’ve got to do something for me! Avenge my- actually, you know what? I think I’m good like this.

Kathleen:

No, no, what were you going to say, avenge your what?

Zombie Kurt Cobain:

Naw, it’s not important. Just forget I said anything.

Kelti:

No way, I can see how this might bother a large group of people for a very long time unless we figure out what you want us to avenge. Without answers it’s just going to tear the audience apart, there are going to be conspiracy theories, and people are going to be needlessly placing the blame on innocent crack whores. You know, it could get very tragic for anyone innocent involved with silly food related names.

Zombie Kurt Cobain:

Well, that’s just silly. You’re silly.

Zombie Keith Moon:

You know, I think Hendrix was playing with some LEGOs a few years ago. He might have your cube.

[Zombie’s Jim Morrison and Freddy Mercury appear from behind grave stones, zipping up their flies, while Morrison munches on half a Klondike Bar.]

Zombie Jim Morrison:

Man, a Rubix without its cube is like a child in the Summer living in the deep south among the cotton fields without an ice. cream. cone.

Kathleen:

[Blinks] Well that is one of the most bizarre things I have ever heard... and I had tea with the Mad Hatter.

Zombie Jim Morrison:

Yeah, well, I try.

Kelti:

Come on, where's Hendrix buried?

Zombie Keith Moon:

In between Jim Croce and Frank Zappa. Man, Zappa never shuts up. Always asteroids this and Secret Moon Units that. You'd think after being buried for a decade he'd at least learn a little humility.

Zombie Kurt Cobain:

He's like the father of rock man, give him a little credit.

Hugh Laurie:

Someone tell Zombie Karen Carpenter to stop eating my leg!

[There is a very long, very awkward silence, that will only seem funny if you know how Karen Carpenter died.]

Kathleen:

That was totally uncalled for.

Johnny Depp:

Yeah man, I like a good joke as much as the next person but that was just cruel.

Alex:

You don’t joke about things like that, you know? It’s just not right.

Kelti:

I mean, it’s a serious problem that faces thousands of people every day. You don’t try to turn that into-

Hugh Laurie:

Okay, okay, okay! I get it! Anorexia jokes bad, out of line! I won’t do it again.

Kathleen:

Wait... you thought we were talking about anorexia? [Laughs] No, no. We meant you don’t try to shove off the woman who sang ‘Rainbow Connection’. Gawd... Anorexia jokes are totally appropriate.

Alex:

Well, I wouldn’t go that far.

Kathleen:

Well, okay, yeah, not at the start of the play. But I mean, we’ve already made gay jokes and emo jokes, and jokes about plagiarism. When you combine that with the first half, I’d say 87% of this play ought to be censored.

Kelti:

Not to mention the Jewish jokes you’ll make later on!

Kathleen:

...How do you know that?

Kelti:

I don’t know!!

Alex:

Come on, I want to find Zombie Hendrix and get out of here. Everything smells dead.

Johnny Depp:

What exactly did you expect in Dead Rockers World?

Alex:

Oh I don’t know. Maybe a Glade Plug-in or two?

[‘Island of the Dead’ from the Crono Cross soundtrack begins to play as our heroes forge their way through thickets of bones and skulls towards Zombie Jimi Hendrix’s grave.]

Kelti:

Come ON, Hugh Laurie. Keep up!

Hugh Laurie:

[Whining in his sexy British accent] I want to go home!

Kathleen:

We all want to go home, but that isn’t an option right now!

Hugh Laurie:

I want an ice cream cone!

Alex:

No!

Hugh Laurie:

Zombie Jim Morrison got one!

Alex:

Well Zombie Jim Morrison had to perform sexual favors for Zombie Freddy Mercury! Do YOU want to perform sexual favors for Zombie Freddy Mercury?

Hugh Laurie:

Then I want to be a motor car!

Kelti:

[Losing her temper] Everyone wants to be a motor car now shut up!

[Finally they reach a shallow grave. The headstone reads ‘ZOMBIE JIMI HENDRIX’ which of course doesn’t make any sense because he was hardly a zombie when they put him in the ground but oh well.]

Alex:

His grave is empty, now what do we do?

Kelti:

Someone get in there and see if he’s got any LEGO’s still hanging around...

Zombie Jimi Hendrix:

[From behind them] Yo man, leggo o’ my LEGOs.

Kathleen:

Ga! Zombie Hendrix!

Kelti:

Awesome!! [She is oblivious to Johnny Depp’s hurt face]

Kathleen:

Um, excuse me, Mr. Zombie Jimi Hendrix, sir. We were told you had... [Hendrix takes out his guitar and begins strumming, which makes Kathleen giggle]... A...a rubix... ah screw it.

Johnny Depp:

See? SEE?! This is exactly what I’m talking about. Look at you gushing all over a dead celebrity!

Zombie Jimi Hendrix:

Man, you need to cool your jets dude. This lovely little lady is just lucky enough to love my little... Dammit! I hate trying to make dirty alliterations!

Alex:

Ew! Zombie Jimi Hendrix is hitting on you!

Kathleen:

[To Johnny Depp] Well? Defend my honor!

Johnny Depp:

Pfft, make Hugh Laurie do it.

Hugh Laurie:

Oh now really, you’re just being ridiculous. Despite the fact that I clearly possess a level of sophistication that she is unable to get from anyone else, Miss Kathleen must love... [urk] something about your.... [he looks sick] personality?

Kelti:

Oo, Hugh Laurie called you ‘Miss Kathleen’. If you don’t like him more now then... well... then... I don’t know what actually, something.

Kathleen:

Meh.

Hugh Laurie:

[Brandishing sword] En garde! I shall duel you for the lady’s honor!

Kathleen:

[To Alex and Kelti] When the hell did we go to the 19^th century?

Kelti:

Actually, historically-

Alex:

Shut up.

Kathleen:

Anyways, I wouldn’t say my honor is really in question and... wait, where did you get the sword?

Hugh Laurie:

Napoleon is buried over by the guy from Pink Floyd.

Kelti:

I didn’t realize Napoleon was a musician.

Johnny Depp:

Flutist

Kathleen:

[Scoffing] Flutists aren’t real people.

Alex:

Hey!

Kathleen:

Oh come on, look me in the eye and tell me Flutists are people. Go on. Yeah, that’s right. I didn’t think so. Flutists totally aren’t people.

Johnny Depp:

Did Napoleon even have a sword?

Kelti:

Sure, in all those pictures you see of him...

Kathleen:

You mean the ones where he’s scratching his third nipple?

Kelti:

Yeah! He’s always got a sword in those.

Alex:

I don’t know, that seems awfully convenient...

Hugh Laurie:

My GOD you people are easily distracted by things, aren’t you?

[Long drawn out pause.]

Kathleen:

What do you mean... YOU people? [She is, incidently, white as printer paper.]

Hugh Laurie:

I’m trying to do something noble here! My god, you lot have the attention span of a gaggle of mongooses!

Alex:

Mongooses totally isn’t a word.

Kelti:

Would it be mongeese?

[As this pointless banter is taking place, Johnny Depp leans over Hugh Laurie’s shoulder.]

Johnny Depp:

[Whispering] Yess... Yess that’s right, duel Zombie Hendrix for Kathleen’s honor, she’ll love you forever.

[Moves to the other shoulder] And when you get your staunch, white British ass kicked, she’ll return to me!

[And back again.] You’ll be a hero!

[And once more] A dead hero! Yes, yes my precious...

Hugh Laurie:

[As he suddenly clues in to Johnny Depp standing over him] What the hell are you talking about?

Johnny Depp:

[Clears throat nervously] Erm, nothing. I was just... practicing my lines for... a... Friends episode I’m doing.

Hugh Laurie:

Ah... Wait, Friends has been over for years!

Johnny Depp:

Dammit! Just fight Hendrix and get your ass beat while you’re at it!

Kelti:

Mon....geeses?

Alex:

A gaggle of mongeeses?

Kathleen:

But a mongoose isn’t even remotely related to a normal goose. It’s some sort of rat-eating thing, isn’t it? They probably don’t come in gaggles let alone geeses.

Kelti:

It’s a double plural!

Alex:

Look at Hugh Laurie!

[Everyone turns as ‘All Along the Watchtower’ by Jimi Hendrix (The non-Zombified one) begins to play. Hugh Laurie has engaged Zombie Jimi Hendrix in a battle of epic proportions! A slash here! A stab there! My god, I wish you could all see this! Suddenly Laurie has Hendrix in a half-nelson. Hendrix breaks free and Laurie stumbles and hits a tombstone, Hendrix’s blade at his neck. What a battle!]

Kelti:

[Rolling her eyes] This is ridiculous. Someone get me a sword.

Kathleen:

Here, take this antique sword from the Swirly Vortex.

Hugh Laurie:

The what now?

Kathleen:

Oh that’s right, you weren’t here. The Swirly Vortex is a dimension within a dimension that is stocked with everything we could possibly need assuming the plot line calls for it. Cam made it, or found it, or... designed it. I don’t know. Either way we can blame any failings of it on him later on in the play! Until then [she hands Kelti the sword] Why do you want a sword?

Kelti:

Well someone has to defend your honor!

Kathleen:

I’m still not sure I understand how my honor is in question!

Alex:

Kitty, just let her play with her sword.

[Kelti basically jumps Hendrix and quickly bashes him down with her feisty sword techniques.]

Zombie Jimi Hendrix:

I surrender! I surrender!

Kelti:

But I was just getting started!

Kathleen:

Yeah, as much as I’m sure we’d all love to hear whatever crazy sexual innuendos are about to spout from your mouth Kel, I think we had better just snag the cube from Hendrix and get the hell out of here. So... [She turns to Hendrix] Where’s the cube piece?

Zombie Jimi Hendrix:

Aw man... [He shuffles over to an elaborate miniature replication of the Eiffel Tower and removes what can only be described as a very, very important piece from near the bottom because next thing they know the whole lot of it has come tumbling down.]

Zombie Jimi Hendrix:

There! You see what you made me do? Ten years totally wasted! There were little people in that building! Who will tell their families?!

Kathleen:

[To Johnny Depp] If this is what happens to a persons brain when they die and are reincarnated, I’m going to make sure they cut my head off before they bury me.

Johnny Depp:

I hear ya...

Alex:

So, we’ve got a new cube piece, that would make eight cubes for us officially.

Kelti:

Unless something has happened to the original seven which are still back on the deserted island.... Which means we’ve got to battle the pool boy and-

[Suddenly the floor drops away, the heroes are hurled into blackness. There’s lots of falling and screaming and a few profanities and then everything disappears. ]

#9- Roman World

#9

Roman WorldCube Count: Heroes, 7 Pool Boy: 0

[The scene opens to all our heroes laying on a beach, again. As they begin to stir, suspiciously dressed armoured guards approach down a frilly European hillside carrying spears and shields.]

Kelti:

[Groaning] Why does everything start with a beach? Why can’t we start with something interesting like a graveyard, or a cafeteria?

Kathleen:

[Spitting out a mouthful of sand.]...What would make you pick those?

Kelti:

[Cracking neck] I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Johnny Depp:

[Dumping a large quantity of sand out of his hat] Of course it did. It always seems like a good idea at the time. That pipsqueak ten year-old Asian kid who solved the first Rubix Cube probably thought it was a brilliant idea at the time...

Spencer:

How was he supposed to know it would be the force behind the destruction of life as we know it?

Alex:

That’s a pretty broad statement. I mean, we’ve been to what, nine worlds? Even then, we’re only going to, like, twenty eight or something to get these cubes. There might be more beyond all those that won’t get destroyed.

Jessie:

How is it you guys can wash up on a beach and just start discussing philosophy?

Cam:

Well, we were going to bring up religion but that would probably lose us an audience.

Kelti:

Praise Ashley!

Kathleen:

As much as I love the insanity, I think maybe we ought to be a liiiiiittle more concerned with the approaching Roman militia. After all, they have spears and we have sand castles.

Spencer:

I made a sand monolith!

Kelti:

There will be no existentialism here!

Roman Soldier:

Halt! In the name of Emperor Humungous Dickonus the Third!

Natalie:

[Coughing] Compensating!

Roman Soldier:

What was that?

Natalie:

I, erm, said... [Everyone braces for the inevitable truth that will get them thrown to the lions.] Coagulating?

Roman Solider:

...Why?

Natalie:

....Whhhy not?

Roman Soldier:

[Shrugs] Meh. Anyways, are you Turks?

Kathleen:

No...

Roman Soldier:

What about Greeks?

Cam:

I don’t think so.

Roman Soldier:

Zimbabwean?

Kelti:

Uh...

Roman Soldier:

Cantonese?

Johnny Depp:

Oh, come on! You’re not even picking people that have had beefs with Rome in the past.

Roman Solider:

Our immigration policies are very strict, thank you very much. I have to follow it to a T or else I don’t get my quarterly bonus.

Kathleen:

[Shaking fist] I’ve got your quarterly bonus right here, you sunnu- [Alex clamps her hand over Kathleen’s mouth.]

Alex:

What she means to say is, we’re on a quest for a Rubix Cube piece. Have you seen one around here lately?

Roman Soldier:

Have I? Please, Humongous Dickonus has been on a three dimensional shape kick for the last week. He’s got the Colosseum full of cubes. They make for pretty good obstacle courses, y’know?

Johnny Depp:

Okay, great. Thing is, the cube piece we’re looking for is about ye-big, and might radiate this sensation of total evil.

Roman Soldier:

Ah, you’re looking for the Noxious Cuboxious.

Kathleen:

You know, you can’t just end something pithy in ‘ous’ and call it Roman.

Spencer:

Why not? Astrix and Obelisk did.

Kathleen:

They were comic book characters. We are clearly living, breathing people.

Natalie:

[Breaking fourth barrier... again.] Someone should probably tell her this is all just one bad acid trip, huh?

Johnny Depp:

[Chiming in] Or one very good acid trip, depending on how you want to look at it. But we’ve been over this before... [Turning back to the soldier] So, Noxious Cuboxious, huh? Where can we find it?

Roman Soldier:

Oh, you won’t be able to have it. It’s safely in the Emperor’s keeping. However, you can enter the Colosseum competition and try to win it by getting naked in the blazing sun and battling other naked men in various sweaty events involving extreme labour.

[While Cam, Johnny Depp, and Spencer open their mouth to reply, the girls quickly chime in]

Girls:

They’ll do it.

Roman Soldier:

Great! We can always use more competitors. You know, oddly enough most of the guys around here just aren’t into it.

Natalie:

I can’t possibly imagine why.

Roman Soldier:

I know, you’d think they’d really be into it. Lots of women always show up to watch.

Kelti:

I’m sure they do. So when is this competition?

Roman Soldier:

Oh, tomorrow.

Kathleen:

Shit, that doesn’t give you three much time to prepare.

Cam:

Us? Why can’t you guys do it as well?

Alex:

Um, hello, ovaries?

Cam:

Bullshit! Feminists are always going on about equal rights and being treated the same as men! The minute they’re told they have to strip down and wrestle other feminists in cherry Jello they’re all ‘I can’t! I’ll break a nail! Open the door for me! Pay for my meal but treat me equal!’

Alex:

The longer you stand there whining the less time you have for a montage of you and the others getting ready.

Cam:

[Stalks off fuming.] Gawd...

[The girls pause for a moment until the three guys are all well out of their hearing range. Then they exchange high fives and cheer.]

Natalie:

Roman style fighting here we come baybee!

Kelti:

Naked boys, heck yeah!

Jessie:

Sporting events, woohoo!
[The others stare]

Kelti:

You really know how to ruin the sexual mood, Jessie.

[What follows is a montage of Johnny Depp, Cam, and Spencer doing various Rocky style activities to train themselves. ‘Eye of the Tiger’ plays, of course, as they run up and down stairs (there are a lot of those in Rome, right?) And mix raw eggs in glasses. Meanwhile the girls are sitting on a beach tanning themselves in bathing suits.]

Kathleen:

You know, I think that arrow is going to leave a scar.

Kelti:

Not surprising. You skin your knee and you’re marked for life.

Kathleen:

I wear my battle wounds proudly thank you very much. [She stands up to shake sand out of her towel, close up on her badass back scar which all the girls notice and make vomiting motions towards each other for a lark.]

Kathleen:

[Without turning around] And you can all bite me.

Natalie:

So, hey, do you think the guys actually stand a chance at winning the cube piece?

Alex:

Hard to say, I mean, the most physical exertion they’ve exhibited so far is trying to dance down the Mustard Linoleum Street, and that was an epic failure.

Kelti:

But if they don’t win the cube what will we do? We need all the cubes for the Evil Betty to give us our world back.

Kathleen:

[Raises eyebrow] Um, yeah, we all know that. Why are you stating the obvious?

Kelti:

Well, it has been a while since the start of this whole thing. I thought maybe we needed a reminder.

Jessie:

It sounds more like you’re preparing us for the climax of the whole adventure. Should I be getting my bow and arrow ready?

Natalie:

[She lifts her sunglasses and stares at Alex] God, I hate foreshadowing. Everything loses it’s magic when foreshadowing is involved.

Kelti:

Oh, I don’t know. When it’s really subtle stuff it isn’t so bad. Like when Kathleen mentioned that she had made a wish that would actually come in handy... What did you wish?

Kathleen:

Well, I could tell you the truth and risk the possibility of halting the wish procedure, or I could lie and make up something fanciful. What do you want?

Alex:

Give us the lie, Kitty.

Kathleen:

I wished for several half naked greased up pool boys not named Edjuardo to serves us drinks with umbrellas in them as we sat on a Roman beach.

Kelti:

[Lifts her daiquiri] Two outta three ain’t bad. Cheers, girls. [They clink glasses and go back to tanning.]

Spencer:

[Approaching from a very long set of stairs in the background he has clearly just finished running up and down.] So, we were just talking to that guard, and as it turns out, there’s a little section for the girls to compete in this big ol’ tournament.

Kathleen:

Oh really?

Spencer:

Yeah. Really.

Natalie:

And what precisely are we going to be required to do?

Spencer:

Fight. Other women. I’m told j-ello might be involved.

Kathleen:

Pfft, bizarre male fantasies I will never understand. Hey, am I burning?

Kelti:

Yeah, Alex, pass me the lotion so I can do Kat’s back.

[Scene changes to the next day, bright and early. The boys are sitting in the bleachers of the Colosseum, looking down into the pit where there are grotesquely large cubes set up everywhere, surrounded by smaller cubes, all the way to minute cubes that clearly serve no purpose. It looks a bit like a Cube Factory exploded and no one has bothered to clean up yet. Along with all our female heroes there are numerous other famous women from the past and present hanging about, sitting on cubes, chatting gaily, tanning, doing their nails; everything a stereotypical woman should do. All except our heroines of course, who realize that something more is up and they must be alert.]

[‘Happy Together’ by The Turtles begins to blare from the box where the Emperor Humongous Dickonus sits with a companion...]

Kathleen:

It’s the Evil Betty!

Alex:

Shit! What is she doing here?

The Evil Betty:

[Standing up, all groovy in her toga.] Friends, Romans, Countrymen. I come not to praise heroes, but to bury them! [Maniacal laughter] Today is the first day of our Roman World Olympics. And yes, I know nobody here is interested in watching a bunch of girls fight each other. This is just for legality reasons. Tomorrow the real fun begins with Old School Roman Style Fighting between the men! [Lots of cheers from the girls, groans from the guys.]

The Evil Betty:

I should mention though, there will be an extra special prize awarded to whoever manages to kill those five girls lumbering in the middle of the arena. [She points to the heroes] They are sworn enemies of Rome and must be punished! Or, something like that! Anyways, kill them first, okay?

Kathleen:

Oh come on!

The Evil Betty:

[Blows a whistle] And GO!

Alex:

Nuh! This isn’t good, you guys! What do we do?

Kelti:

I don’t know! There’s, like, forty of them!

Kathleen:

Who gave Anne Hathaway a flame thrower?!

Natalie:

The same person who gave Meryl Streep those nunchakus! Everyone scatter! [The girls all dive in opposite directions as a large mob of angry famous females descend upon the cube they were just sitting on.]

[What follows is transcribed from security footage at the Colosseum and the first hand reports made by guards Blotus and Grossus.]

[‘Vim and Vigour’ from the Kingdom Hearts II soundtrack begins to play. Mother Theresa has her sights set on Alex and with a grenade launcher it is clear she is one hell of an opponent.]

Blotus:

Yes sirree, it’s a lovely day here at the A-Typical Roman Style Colosseum, wouldn’t you say Grossus?

Grossus:

Oh indeed! We couldn’t have asked for better weather to play out or bizarre and inexplicable male fantasies about a group of hot women engaging in a fight only to have it degrade into a giant make out session.

Kelti:

[As she bashes that pretentious prima-dona Kathleen Battle in the face with a giant cube] Christ almighty! I wish we were back in Neverland!

Blotus:

So who else do we have competing today, Grossus?

Grossus:

Well, Blotus. On the Heroes side we have Jessie the Judge, Alex the Argumentative, Natalie the Nutjob-

Blotus:

Is she wearing warpaint?

Grossus:

Yes, Wonderland Warpaint. Avalialbe at your local Walmart as supplies last. There’s also Kelti the Killer and the leader of the Heroes, Kathleen the Unconquerable.

Blotus:

Well that sort of lacks keeping up with the whole alliteration theme, doesn’t it?

Grossus:

Well, Kelti had already been dubbed ‘Killer’, so at that point we were just picking titles at random, and Kathleen told us if we called her ‘Dazzling’ she would... [checks note] break out sternums with her foot.

Blotus:

Good to know. How about the antagonists?

Grossus:

Well, as you know this Hot Chick Fight is actually just a Pre-Olympic fun sort of thing we do, and because there have been exactly... [more note checking] exactly zero evil women in this play apart from the Evil Betty, we were told to just find some women who we thought had potential to be evil and throw them in there.

Blotus:

Care to explain how Mother Theresa got thrown into the mix?

Grossus:

Grasping at straws.

[Meanwhile, back on the ground, Jessie has just finished kicking the ass of someone who looks a lot like Queen Elizabeth I, only if she were really a man in drag. Basically what I’m getting at is that it is clearly a man, in drag, dressed like Queen Elizabeth. The point is Jessie has just kicked his/her ass with a rather large sledge hammer.]

Natalie:

We can’t fight them off! There’s too many of them!

Kathleen:

I’ve got a plan! You guys get up high!

[The girls all scramble up the randomly placed cubes until they’re far off the ground. Kathleen, meanwhile, has stuck her head into the Swirly Vortex.]

Kathleen:

Stephen! Crisis! Hand me that– what? No, no I don’t think that looks infected. Well, yeah, okay, maybe... I don’t know, I’m not a doctor. No, no I know I talk about ebola a lot but that doesn’t mean I’m a qualified virolo— No, I don’t think you have Swine Flu... I’m sure!... Well have you been to Mexico?... Uh huh, and is Paris anywhere near Mexico? ... Well there’s your answer now will you hand me that can of hair spray and a lighter please? [She pulls her head out of the vortex] Jesus....

[With all the movement that would make Rorschach proud, Kathleen jumps from her cube pedastal thing, does this fancy roll-as-you-land nonsense, and does the old light and a can of compressed air trick.]

Paris Hilton:

My face! My face! My beautiful face! What will I use to make people love me now?

Natalie:

Try another sex tape!

Paris Hilton:

It’s no good! I’m drier than the Sahara down there!

[The other heroes pull Kathleen up onto their giant cube and they form a circle, taking hands.]

Kathleen:

Alex, I’m going to need that wand Sailor Mercury gave you!

[Alex, clearly eager to help, offers up the wand without thinking.]

Kathleen:

Think happy thoughts everyone!

[As they begin to levitate off of the ground, Anne Hathaway manages to grab Jessie around the ankle, throwing off the zen of their special flying thing. Kathleen proceeds to throw the wand as hard as she can; it gets Hathaway right in the eye, and she falls back into the crowd.]

Blotus:

Oh would you look at that! Utilizing the power from other worlds, the female heroes make a dashing escape! Let’s look to the judges!

[Camera pans over the judges. Henry Kisinger holds up a 6.0, as does Harrison Ford, Queen Latifah, someone dressed like Solid Snake, and a panda bear. However as the camera pans over a stereotypical Frenchman, he only gives a 5.9 The entire crowd begins to boo.]

The Evil Betty:

[Jumping from her seat] Preposterous! I don’t want them to win but even I know that Rorschach move was badass!

Grossus:

Well, Blotus. I think it’s safe to say that today’s competition went to the Heroes. What have we got in store tomorrow?

Blotus:

Tomorrow there’s going to be a chariot race in the morning, bring your own wheels, followed by a pancake brunch, and then the one-on-one mens competition.

Grossus:

Sounds fantastic! From everyone here at CXUAssus I’m Wally Grossus-

Blotus:

And I’m Riley Blotus, and this is ‘Waking Up Gross and Bloated With Wally and Riley’. [He presses a button, there is an incredibly lengthy amount of sound effects including a toilet flushing, someone farting, nails on a chalk board, some kind of farm animal, and a door slamming, all overlapped by ‘Misty Mountain Hop’ by Led Zeppelin.]

The Evil Betty:

Curses! This was a total waste of time! It wasn’t even funny! What sort of filler was this? God, you lot are really starting to let me down!

Kathleen:

Don’t blame us, this is your evil plot!

The Evil Betty:

Silence! I am merely a vessel for a high power!

Kelti:

We’ve talked about the goddamned existentialism before!

The Evil Betty:

I said ‘silence’ dammit! All right, [deep breaths] calm down, Betty... This is just a minor problem. It’s going to be okay. You just have to remember your blood pressure, take your pills. It’s all good. It’s all good. Right! [She snaps her fingers and immediately several doting half-naked pool boys appear by her side.] Gents, take me back to my tent. I want to be lavished with attention and questionable compliments while I devour the heart of the nearest small water fowl and continue to plot for tomorrow.

[All at once she, along with everyone else that is a part of the Colosseum disappears in tiny puffs of smoke, leaving the heroes together again, by themselves.]

Johnny Depp:

I’ll admit, that was impressive work out there.

Spencer:

You have got to stop reading ‘Watchmen’, Kathleen...

Kathleen:

You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.

Alex:

Actually he’s probably mad that he doesn’t have ovaries so he can get in on the action. Anyways, we’ve got to be in the chariot race tomorrow. Any volunteers?

Natalie:

None of us girls can, obviously.

Cam:

I don’t see what’s stopping you.

Natalie:

Well A) We just finished a lengthy and gruelling competition and we worked up sweats, which is unnatural for girls in case you didn’t know.

Spencer:

I have actually heard that.

Natalie:

B) There is no proper way to control our hair as the wind whips through it, which makes chariot racing out of the question. And C) The grit would smudge our pretty, pretty faces.

Cam:

What about our pretty, pretty faces?

[The girls exchange nervous glances.]

Kathleen:

So Johnny Depp won’t be going in the chariot race either then...

Cam and Spencer:

Hey!

Johnny Depp:

Well, I won’t argue with that. I guess I’ll do the one on one fighting thing.

Kathleen:

[Puts on her best solemn face.] Roman style fighting, are you sure?

Johnny Depp:

It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.[The girls proceed to high five one and other behind his back.]

Kelti:

[Clearing her throat] Well then, we can enter Cam and Spencer separately tomorrow, boost our chances of winning.

Jessie:

If we can get some good horses then we’ll have this in the bag.

Kathleen:

Where are we going to find good horses around here? I mean ones that we don’t have to steal.

Jessie:

Leave that to me...[The next day we see the heroes on the race course, Cam and Spencer both in their individual chariots.]

Jessie:

Cam, this is Mr. Ed. He likes peanut butter and nipping ladies in the butt. And Spencer, this is Quick Silver. He’s a sellout who’s had a bike named after him, and also I think he might be addicted to cocaine, which may or may not prove to be useful in this situation.

The Evil Betty:

[From the stands] Anyone not racing... Get the hell off the tracks!!

[Everyone proceeds to flee back into the stands. A woman scantily clad in a toga saunters out onto the track and lifts too large boulders above her head. In one movement she clashes them together, I guess a bit like a starting gun only for Roman World. Who cares, really? This isn’t about research as we all know by now.]

Grossus:

And they’re off! QuicksilvercomingrounghtebendquicksilverfollowedcloselybyRagingHormones,RagingHormonesnearlytrottedonbyEarlyOnsetAlcoholismwhohasjusttrippedandfallen and OH Early Onset Alcoholism is out of the race! Now its... QuickSilverfollowedbyRagingHormonesfollowedbyMrEd,MrEdpickingupspeed,MrEdgoingforthefinishinglineand WHAT IS THAT? [There is a horrific crash near the end of the track.]

Blotus:

Foul! The Pool Boy’s chariot slammed into Mr. Ed! Oh the judges are not going to be happy about this one![As the smoke clears we can see a twisted wreckage of chariots and bodies. Cam and Spencer are crawling out of the mess, clearly lucky to have their lives.]

Cam:

Mr. Ed! Oh god what have they done to you? [As he approaches the fallen Mr. Ed, the horse goes up in flames.]

Cam:

Ah well.

Kathleen:

Look! Jesus christ! Cam, Spencer! Cube piece, ONE O’CLOCK!

[The boys begin craning their heads around, desperate to locate the cube piece in the general one o’clock position.]

Spencer:

I use 24 hours!

Kathleen:

Thirteen! THIRTEEN!

[Edjuardo, having spotted the cube piece amongst the carnage, is making a wild climb for it. Apparently the cube piece was part of the wheel on one of the chariots or something like that. Cam and Spencer begin scrambling up the other side as the other heroes lean forward over the stands, waiting in anticipation to see who will get to it first! Who will it be?! WHO WILL IT BE? Cam reaches out, his finger tips about to caress the side of the cube when everything goes dark.]

[The scene changes to Kathleen, who has her head resting on a pile of Post-it notes, arrange a bit to look like the tea party from Wonderland. Someone is standing over her shouting.]

Alex:

Kathleen! Kat! Wake up, dude! We’re going to be late for the interagency conference.

Kathleen:

Nargh? [Post it notes fall from her face.] Fantastic, I’ll bring chips and dip...

Alex:

Wake up! [Slap, slap!] This is no joke, The Boss is going to be there!

Kathleen:

[Wide awake] The Boss? Are you sure?

Alex:

Definitely, that security guard Nathan saw his car in the executive space in the parkade!

Kathleen:

[Scrambling to grab her papers] So, does this mean we’re finally going to find out what we do for a living?

Alex:

I hope so, now come on![They sprint down the hallway towards the conference room where we can see everyone, Cindal, Cam, Spencer, Kelti, Jessie, and Natalie all filing into the conference room. Alex joins them while Kathleen closes the door and turns to face The Boss, only to find herself looking directly into the face of...]

Kathleen:

Jesus Christ, a Rubix Cube!

The Boss:

[Who’s voice sounds exactly like James Earl Jones] Settle down, I’ve brought it here today to illustrate our new marketing strategies using this cube as an example, and with the help of Mr. Johnny Depp. [He motions to a corner where Johnny Depp steps into the light.]

Everyone:

Holy crap!

Kathleen:

[Head/desk] It was just a dream, just a dream...

Narrator:

But was it? What could be the significance of the cube piece? What sort of bizarre marketing strategy could possibly be explained with the help of a Rubix Cube and an A-List Hollywood actor? If it was just a dream, then who’s pants am I wearing and why is Betty suddenly not part of the group? All of these questions, and more, will probably not be answered in the next installment of... The Stage Play: reVAMPThe Evil Doings of a Rubix Cube
Stay tuned!

#8- Neverland

#8
Neverland

Cube Count: Heroes, 6 Pool Boy: 0

[The camera fades in, which would suggest that this isn’t actually a Stage Play but more of a movie. Then again, how would one show a Swirly Vortex on stage? These questions, and many, many more, are what make this script so enjoyable. Anyways, we find our heroes waking up in a nice little glade, surrounded by woodland creatures and other crap like that. All very cheerful. As the heroes begin to stir we can hear the screaming of something from above. They glance up in time to see Johnny Depp, plummeting down from the sky.]

Johnny Depp:
–iiiiiiit! [He hits the ground in the middle of the glade between the heroes and glances painfully around.] I’m...not home yet, am I?

Kathleen:
Not unless home to you is a...wait, where are we?

Alex:
Judging by the – you know? I’m actually not sure.

Cam:
This is a pretty A-Typical looking glade. Maybe we’re in Battlestar Galactica Series Finale world.

Kathleen:
Hah! It was set in the past the whole time. Aaah...

Johnny Depp:
This is total bullshit! I want to go home!

Natalie:
What happened?

Johnny Depp:
The winged monkeys came along with a pair of scissors and cut the kite string.

[Everyone turns to stare at Kathleen who immediately gets defensive.]

Kathleen:
Don’t look at me! I wished for something that would actually come in handy...

Kelti:
Oh snap!

Spencer:
I want to go back to the Deserted Island.

Cam:
For the last time! You were there! Kathleen was there! Island natives were there! There was a complicated ecological system, totally self sustaining! Nothing about that world was Deserted in any way at all!

Spencer:
Yeah but... Well, I mean, come on. I can’t be the only person who called it the ‘Deserted Tropical Island’?

Kathleen:
Nope, definitely just you.

Alex:
I never said it.

Natalie:
Me neither.

Johnny Depp:
Definitely not deserted.

Cam:
Seems pretty obvious.

Spencer:
Well, fine. I’ll just go back there then, shall I?

Jessie:
[Scoffs] How’re you going to pull that one off, Einstein?

Spencer:
With a warp cube.

Natalie:
A what now?

Spencer:
I found these warp cubes in the Swirly Vortex. [He pulls out a gold cube with a question mark on it that looks suspiciously like one of those ‘?’ blocks found in Super Mario.] It lets you go back to worlds we’ve already been to. [They stare blankly at him for a moment.] Really? I was the only one who knew these existed? Pft, who’s the idiot now?

Kathleen:
All right, don’t get your knickers in a twist. Go back to the deserted island.

Spencer:
HA!

Kathleen:
Dammit! Just... just go, okay? And take someone with you. This team is getting ridiculously large.

Spencer:
I pick... [The rest of the heroes all jump up and down, trying to get his attention, much like every gym class I had in high school where I was picked last for dodgeball.]... Alex.

Alex:
Yess! Cable TV here I come!

[They touch the warp cube and disappear in a cloud of smoke.]

Kathleen:
Now... Let’s figure out where the hell we are...

[Scene changes to The Starship Enterprise where we see Cindal sneaking around, looking very... sneaky.]

Cindal:
Gotta find some food... So hungry... Let’s see... Ooh, Betty’s private quarters. Time to rudely root through her things. Let’s see here, knickers, bockers, knickerbockers, ooh, what do we have here? Her diary? Jackpot!

[She reads aloud]

Dear Log,
My efforts to take over John Doe Inc appear futile due to the persistence of The Man, who now requires several notarized documents stating my purpose. I have expanded my conquest to OZ and a certain special minions heart. I’ll keep you posted on how both of those are going. I saw a most unfortunate thing yesterday, a rather explicit tape of Spock and William. Honestly, who keeps those sort of things in a Little Mermaid case? But, why does William love Spock so much? Is it the pointy ears? The firm jaw line? The general height? I don’t think I shall ever know...

Cindal:
God, that was... Well that was just disturbing.

[Suddenly Betty and Steve-O enter the quarters.]

The Evil Betty:
What the hell are you doing here?

Cindal:
I was...um... Wait, why is your lipstick smudged? And why is he wearing your shirt? And why the hell do you both have that "I just got some look" on your faces?

The Evil Betty:
I have perfectly reasonable answers for all of those. My lipstick is smudged because it is the new in thing, he is wearing my shirt because his shrunk in the wash and we both have that look because we, uh, both did get some.

Cindal:
Oh, oh come on! Gross!

The Evil Betty:
Pft, I don’t have to explain myself to you! I am the Evil Betty! I do what I want!

Steve-O
[Examining the diary from over Cindal’s shoulder] Evidently so do Spock and Shatner.

The Evil Betty:
Oh that was totally uncalled for! I was going to make you executive assistant co-minion to Clive Cussler but you blew it! You are so gone but you’re never going to learn that because you are SO gone!

[Steve-O disappears in a puff of smoke]

Cindal:
You know, your teenage girl attitude makes it really difficult to take you seriously when you’re pissed off.

The Evil Betty:
You want to go where Steve-O, did? Keep talking, Babe.

Cindal:
[Clearing her throat nervously] So, is there a cafeteria around here?

[The scene changes back to the heroes, who are all sitting around the glade on rocks, clearly trying to figure out where they are.]

Jessie:
Tarzan Land?

Kathleen:
Too focussed, it’s got to be something broader... preferably not Disney so we don’t get sued.

Cam:
Somehow I think getting sued by Disney is the least of our problems by now.

Natalie:
What about Tonga? Think maybe we’re in Tonga?

Kelti:
That’s a real place, why would we be in a real place?

Natalie:
Hey, at least I’m suggesting something rational! What was it you came up with? Sweaty Man-Tart World? Please...

Kelti:
You seemed to like the idea at the time.

Natalie:
I still like the idea, but that doesn’t mean it’s plausible.

Johnny Depp:
[Snapping his fingers] Neverland.

Kathleen:
Oo! That’s my favourite negatively titled place, right after Hopelessly Cynical World and every family reunion I’ve ever been to.

Jessie:
What would make you say Neverland?

Johnny Depp:
Deus ex Machina?

Jessie:
Good enough for me! So what do we do? In OZ we followed the actual story line, think it’s the same here?

Kathleen:
I’m somehow doubting it. [She gestures off to the distance where there is, by all appearances, a young man watching them from the brush. He is dressed a bit like Peter Pan, although a little more raggedly, and has a wealth of beard upon his chin.]

Johnny Depp:
...Peter Pan?

Peter Pan:
Johnny Depp? [He jumps out of the bush.] You came back for me! Look, Johnny, look! I told you I wouldn’t grow up! [Getting angry] Look at how I didn’t grow up!

Kathleen:
[Snickering] Um, Johnny? What’s with... that?

Johnny Depp:
I swear to god I have no ide- wait... Did I go to school with you?

Peter Pan:
[Nodding his head earnestly] We said we’d never grow up! Just look at me! As young and spry as I was thirty years ago! [He turns his back and sneaks a smoke.]

Johnny Depp:
Peter... Panpanoni?

Peter Pan:
Nope, just Pan now. I did a couple films in the 80's and they told me ‘Panpanoni’ wasn’t very marketable.

Kathleen:
That must have been difficult.. What with you never ‘growing up’, huh?

Peter Pan:
That’s what natural enlargement with herbs is for.

Jessie:
So uh [clears her throat] Where are the lost boys?

Peter Pan:
Dunno.

Jessie:
You... don’t know?

Peter Pan:
Yeah [he takes a drag from the cigarette] I lost them.

Jessie:
Of course you did.

Cam:
Say Peter, you haven’t seen a cube piece around here anywhere, have you?

Peter Pan:
What sort of cube?

Cam:
What do you mean, what sort of cube? How many different types of cubes can you get?

Peter Pan:
Big cubes, little cubes, cubes inside of octagons, cubes inside of octamoms...

Kathleen:
[Narrowing eyes] There is something really, very wrong with you, isn’t there?

Peter Pan:
You probably just have a problem with my youthful enthusiasm, seeing as how you’re obviously a bitter old hag.

Kathleen:
Yeah, that’s it.

Peter Pan:
Listen, if you don’t mind it’s almost noon, so I’ve got to go rescue Princess Tigerlily from Captain Hook.

Kelti:
You go do that, we won’t be here when you get back.

Peter Pan:
S’cool. [He stubs out the cigarette.] So Johnny, how’s about we go get some drinks later.

Johnny Depp:
[Sarcasm alert] Ooh sorry, you’re under age and everything, I won’t be a party to your early onset alcoholism.

Peter Pan:
[Shrugging] Whatever, man. Catch you dudes later. [He flies off, sort of erratically as if maybe he’s on something. Or possibly that large ponch he’s got going on has something to do with it. It’s very hard to say at this point.]

Kathleen:
My one regret is that we didn’t get any fairy dust from him so we could fly.

Natalie:
Why don’t we just crush up some of your prescription dru-

Kathleen:
That is enough bashing my drugs! Find something else to make fun of!

Jessie:
Maybe we should go find some fairies? We can just get the dust for ourselves.

Kelti:
Good thinking, except... Where?

Cam:
Well, there is that sign over there. [Everyone turns in the direction he is pointing. A large neon sign reads "Fairies. This way." with an arrow.]

Jessie:
Now THAT is deus ex machina.

[The heroes tramp through the underbrush, following the signs until they get to a quaint little treed area with lots of flowers and miniature housing developments.]

Johnny Depp:
[Looking into the first mini house.] I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... this house is full of a bunch of mini corpses.

Natalie:
This one too. Hey, hey Kat. Maybe [snicker] Maybe they took all your medic- [A glare from Kathleen] I’ll shut up now.

Cam:
Well, how did they deal with this in the play, and numerous movies, and books, and made-for-tv movies, and spinoffs, and-

Jessie:
We get it, Cam. Peter Pan always encouraged the audience to clap and announce proudly that they believe in fairies.

[An awkward glance is exchanged between the heroes.]

Cam:
Well, I’m not going to say it.

Natalie:
Me neither.

Kelti:
Don’t look at me.

Jessie:
I don’t believe, and I’d hate to be a liar.

Kathleen:
Oh, for the love of Pete. Okay, I’ll say it. You lot can just chime in and say you were rolling with it, okay? [She takes a deep breath and announces loudly] I DO believe in fairies! [She begins to clap her hands] I do believe in fairies!

[Everyone nervously begins to join in]

Kelti:
It’s not good enough! We aren’t fairy enough!

Natalie:
[Breaking the fourth barrier] Hey you, yeah you! Person reading this! You’ve got to help us! No matter where you are or what you’re doing right now, stand up, start clapping really loudly and tell everyone around you that you believe in fairies! If they give you a what the fuck sort of look just tell them they wouldn’t understand really smugly! Hurry! We need fairy power!

[Assuming you have followed Natalie’s instructions, the fairies begin to rise up. However, if you haven’t, the Evil Betty wins, humanity is destroyed, and Edjuardo kicks a whole bunch of puppies off a cliff. I hope you’re proud of yourselves.]

[‘The Mission Remix’ by Ennio Morricone begins to play, just that first part, that sounds all triumphant. The fairies begin to rise up, and look around, fairly stunned by the whole process.]

Fairy #1:
What the hell are you guys doing?
[The applause and cries die down.]

Cam:
Erm... trying to bring you back to life?

Fairy #1:
...Uhm...

Natalie:
You looked really dead.

Fairy #2:
We were sleeping. Fairies are very deep sleepers.

Jessie:
Really?

Fairy #2:
Yes. Or, if I was honest, no. Okay, so we actually were dying, we’re just too proud to admit it.

Johnny Depp:
Okay, so... You’re welcome.

Fairy #1:
Yeah, yeah. So what do you want?

Kathleen:
We were sort of hoping we could get a blast of some fairy dust from you so we can fly.

Fairy #2:
Pfft, yeah, like that’s going to happen.

Natalie:
Hey Kelti, guess what?

Kelti:
What?

Natalie:
I don’t believe in fairies.
[All at once the fairies fall over.]

Kathleen:
That probably wasn’t the best way to get them to cooperate.

Natalie:
I know, but it was really, really funny.

Kathleen:
Meh. Okay, so I do believe in fairies, bla bla bla. [The fairies get back up] You going to cooperate now?

Fairy #1:
[Bristling] No! Sunnuvabitch! Piss off you grotty little wankers!

Natalie:
Hey, hey Kelti, guess what?

Kelti:
What?

Natalie:
I don’t believe in-

Fairy #1:
Okay, okay! Here, take this bag that looks suspiciously like a kilo of cocaine.

Jessie:
What do we do with it?

Fairy #2:
Well, we usually snort it out of the crests in the naked butt cheeks of 80's film stars, but you can just sprinkle the stuff on wherever. It’ll give you a high you won’t believe.

Johnny Depp:
[Whispering to Kathleen] I can’t tell if they’re talking about flying or not.

Kathleen:
Oh, they’re talking about flying all right. Just not the type we want. [She hesitantly reaches for the bag of cocaine and then nods to Cam, who quickly scoops up a handful of fairies. Slicing the bag open with a pocket knife, she tests the cocaine, or something, I don’t know.] Just as I thought. Uncut. This stuff can kill, you know? Cam, if you’d please do the honours?

[Cam is quick to throw fairies at everyone. They explode upon impact, showering the heroes in sparkles and dust.]

Kelti:
Look at how sparkly I am! I feel like Edward Cullen, except, you know, less creepy and stalkerish.

Kathleen:
...Really?

Kelti:
[Hangs head in shame] No.

Jessie:
Does this mean we can fly?

Johnny Depp:
Think of something really happy first... [He scrunches up his face and thinks.]... Winning a well-deserved Oscar, winning a well-deserved Oscar...

Natalie:
Elijah Wood, Elijah Wood...

Jessie:
Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Rings...

Kathleen:
Tramacet, tramacet...

Cam:
Anime World...

Kelti:
Sex! Sex! Sex! [Apparently it works, she lifts off of the ground and everyone follows.]

Fairy #2:
Yeah, you better fly away you bastards! If I ever see your face around here again I’ll–
[Far in the distance we can hear Natalie scream "I don’t believe in faaaaaaairiiiiiiiiieeeeeeees!" All the fairies fall down, dead.]

[As our heroes are drifting listlessly high above Nerverland we can hear ‘Defying Gravity’ from Wicked playing in the background. Of course this makes Kathleen laugh...]

Kathleen:
Ha! Bet Alex is wishing she wasn’t lounging around with her cable tv on the deserted island now!
[Scene changes briefly to Alex, sitting on a beach with Spencer, being fed grapes by a shirtless poolboy, drinking a mojito, and flipping through 300 channels of friends reruns.]

Alex:
Meh, it sort of balances out in the end.
[Scene changes back to the heroes.]

Kathleen:
Okay, here’s the plan- Cam! No loop-de-loops! It’s like trying to control a bunch of kindergarteners. Okay, we’re going to split up, all right? Kelti, with me. We’re going to check out the pirate ship. Cam and Johnny, go see what’s up with the Piccaninny tribe...

Johnny Depp:
But then I’ll have to see Panpanoni!

Kathleen:
No whining! You’re probably the only one who can control him. Jessie and Nat, I want you to search the island for Edjuardo and make sure he doesn’t get to that cube piece. Everyone good?

Natalie:
[Kicking invisible rock] I don’t want to go find Edjuardo.

Kathleen:
Natalie, beggers can’t be choosers.

Natalie:
But moooooom...

Kathleen:
No buts. We’ll meet back at the glade in an hour, okay? Break!

[The camera follows Kathleen and Kelti as they fly off towards the Bay where a very large pirate ship, aptly named The Slightly Morose Roger, is sitting. Aboard they can see several large overgrown men tied up by several other large overgrown men, arguing quite loudly.]

Kelti:
What’s with guys and yelling, seriously?

Kathleen:
Seriously, dude. Come on, let’s go see what’s up.

[They land on deck and find that the men who are tied up are dressed in alarmingly small, tight childrens clothes, while the others are clearly pirates. Yar. Captain Hook, as this wouldn’t be Neverland without him, is sitting off to the side, looking bored and totally unthreatening in almost every way.]

Kathleen:
Hey, hey Captain. What’s going on here?

Captain Hook:
[Looking up leisurely.] Hey, how’d you get on board? Never mind, I don’t want to know. What do you want?

Kelti:
We were just flying around and heard all the hub bub. Who’re the dudes in the skimpy clothes?

Captain Hook:
Lost boys.

Kelti:
Erm... But... they’re not boys.

Captain Hook:
I know, right?

Kathleen:
Okay, well... I don’t know about you, Kelti, but I don’t feel like getting caught up in inner-world politics right now? [Kelti shakes her head.] So, um, Captain Hook, what can you tell us about Peter Pan?

Captain Hook:
You mean Peter Panponini? Yeah, that’s right, I know his real name. The first movie he did was called "Never-Stop-Please Land." Big hit in the adult film industry.

Kelti:
[Awkward] Actually, we weren’t asking about his 80's porn career.

Captain Hook:
Oh, well.. Um, he suffers from a growth hormone impediment, which is why he looks like he’s about twelve. He’s really forty-three. I don’t know, he’s cracked like a nut or something because he thinks he’s still a preteen like he was thirty years ago. It used to be just a cute little imagination thing, but when all the Lost Boys grew up he just sort of snapped like a dry and brittle twig and refused to let them go home.

Kathleen:
So, the Lost Boys aren’t insane?

Captain Hook:
Not even close. Tootles managed to escape for a few years when he was nineteen and became a surgeon, but Peter found him and cut off his hands. Those marbles are pretty useless now.

Kelti:
If you know they aren’t insane, why do you have them tied up?

Captain Hook:
Very simple answer, that. We decided as a group that our best option was to continue playing Peter’s game while secretly trying to kill him. The Twins got pretty close a while back but Peter tossed them to those Stephenie Meyermaids in the harbour and... well, they ate the kids whole. So every few days the Lost Boys let themselves get kidnapped by my people, we take them here and think of new ways to knock off Peter, then he comes and ‘rescues’ them and the whole nasty process continues.

Kathleen:
That’s horrible!

Captain Hook:
I’ll say! Why couldn’t he just go buy himself like a convertible like every other middle aged guy?

Kelti:
So why are your people arguing with the Lost Boys if you’re all on the same side?

Captain Hook:
Well, the Lost Boys think we ought to resort to poisoning, but Smee’s arguing that those damn fairies keep drinking all his medicine. They’re as vindictive as a Paris runway model.

Kathleen:
Well, I’m sorry we can’t help you out with that.

Captain Hook:
No worries, we’ll figure it out eventually. I mean, this is just one really dumb game of pretend. He’s got to get bored of it eventually, right? [Captain Hook takes off the hook on his hand and proceeds to screw on a prosthetic limb that is clutching a cigarette, which he lights up.]

Kelti:
I don’t know, thirty-years and counting, that’s got to be a bad sign.

Captain Hook:
Oh, we’ll get him. Mark my words.

Kathleen:
So, have you by any chance seen a Rubix Cube around here?

Captain Hook:
[Replaces cigarette holding hand with a head scratching hand and...well, scratches his head.] ...No, can’t say that I have. Knowing that retard Pan though, he’s probably got it in his hide out and is calling it a condom or something idiotic like that.

Kelti:
If you see one can you let us know? It’s sort of important.

Captain Hook:
And what’s in it for me?

Kathleen:
Well, we could always help you out with your little over-grown child issue.

Captain Hook:
[Replaces head scratching hand with hand shaking hand.] You’ve got yourselves a deal. You lot better split though, he should be flying by pretty soon.

Kelti:
[To Kathleen] Let’s get back to the glade and wait for the others.
[The scene changes to Jessie and Natalie soaring over the island, trying to spy either Edjuardo or some kind of convenience store because Jessie is hungry and Natalie has to use the bathroom.]

Jessie:
Nat, just go in a bush!

Natalie:
No way, last time of that I mistook-

Jessie:
Let me guess, you used poison ivy to wipe?

Natalie:
What? No, I’m not an idiot... It was a venus flytrap.

Jessie:
[Wincing] Ooh. Hey! Look, someone’s written SOB on the ground!

Natalie:
SOB? What’s SOB?

Jessie:
Son of a bitch?

Natalie:
Yeah, but how does that apply to Neverland?

Jessie:
Maybe it’s supposed to be SOS? Let’s go find out.

[They land in a small glade-ish area and look around, hoping to find sign of human life.]

Natalie:
I swear to god, if this becomes some sort of retarded ‘Lost’ homage I’m going to kill something.
[There is a rustling in the nearby brush, again. Natalie and Jessie exchange worried looks and then carefully approach the bushes. Jessie picks up the nearest pointed stick and prods the bush carefully. Suddenly, and totally without warning, two bodies covered from head to toe in leaves tumble out.]

Wendy:
Oh, thank god! You’re not with him are you?

Natalie:
With who?

Wendy:
[Glances around and whispers] ... Peter Pan!

Jessie:
Nope, we’re strangers here. And you don’t have to whisper, he’s gone to save Princess Tigerlily.

Michael:
[Clutching the head of his teddy bear] He can’t! She’s dead! [Craaaazy eyes]

Natalie:
What do you mean she’s dead? What happened to her?

Michael:
Offed herself four years ago. Couldn’t take it anymore. Wanted to be physiotherapist. Pan’s taken the game of pretend too far!

Wendy:
I’m sorry about Michael. He hasn’t been the same since... Since John... [Sobs] I can’t, it’s too painful. [She pulls John’s top hat out of nowhere and clutches it to her breast] Oh John! If only you closed the door behind you, he never would have gotten back in!

Natalie:
Well don’t leave us hanging. What happened?

Wendy:
About eight years back John made an escape attempt. Got back to Kensington Gardens but forgot to close the door behind him. Peter got him that night. He...He [more hapless sobbing.]

Michael:
[Stoically] He sliced him from navel to neck.

Jessie:
I am never playing pretend again.

Wendy:
We’ve been running from Peter ever since... He won’t let anyone go home! The pirates and the Lost Boys have gotten together and are trying to kill him but... it’s useless! No one can stop Peter Pan! Not even syphilis... Which is what he has, incidently. Something about a couple films from the 80's. I’m not sure what’s going on there to be perfectly honest.

Natalie:
Don’t worry, we’ll deal with Pan. You guys should hide though, and uhm... maybe work on your spelling while you’re at it.

Wendy:
We’ve got a hideout, there’s this newcomer to Neverland. He’s looking for a... [takes on a Spanish accent] el cubeo mundo. Whatever the hell that is.

Jessie:
[Hissing] The Pool Boy! You haven’t seen a cube piece, have you?

Wendy:
No, just like we told him-

Michael:
Cubes breathe fire and lead us to the land of milk and coffee...

Wendy:
Again, I apologize. He’s not what he used to be.

Michael:
I smell sulphur happiness! Bath me in anti-pesto, god!

Natalie:
This is very important, think... did Edjuardo say where he was going?

Wendy:
No, but I’d bet he’s gone to recruit the New Lost Boys to his cause.

Jessie:
There are more Lost Boys?

Wendy:
Sure, Peter goes back to London every year and takes more. He’s determined to find some that won’t grow up. About twenty years ago he got his hands on Kiefer Sutherland...

Natalie:
There is something seriously screwed with this timeline, you know that?

Wendy:
You really think we’re worried about a timeline when we’re stuck in some insane persons childhood delusions?

Michael:
Lo, I am the wicked sea kitten of Abudabi! I have naught but my weasel lips to give me strength during the coming darkness! [He grabs Jessie] Beware, girl with bow and arrow, I have seen the apocalypse and it brings sand and water to a head in an epic battle.

Jessie:
Um... I’m sorry to hear that?

Michael:
As am I. [Calming down.] Also, there will be lots of cake.

Natalie:
Hurray!

Jessie:
I think we’d better get going, Nat. Those new Lost Boys might be as deluded as Panpanoni is. And you [she turns to Wendy] You can’t trust the pool boy. If you see him, tell him that you saw the cube up a tree or something. He can’t get it, understand? No matter what, he can’t get it!

Wendy:
Yeah, all right. Come on, Michael...

Michael:
Double, bubble, toil and trouble! I am Shakespeare’s left kidney and I drink malt liquor!
[Michael and Wendy disappear into the bushes again. The scene changes to Cam and Johnny Depp who are in the middle of a large, very stereotyped Native camp ground.]

Cam:
How?

Johnny Depp:
That is so inappropriate.

Cam:
No, no I mean how do they make teepee’s upside down like that?

Chief Pretty-Slow-Turtle:
It took some time. We’re calling it nouvelle chic.

Cam:
I call it pointless.

Johnny Depp:
Please excuse my young counter part. He’s very socially awkward. [Begins making outrageous hand gestures and speaking very slowly.] We’re from a distant land! We are looking for a *cube piece*! We need it to save *our* world and *yours*. Can. You. Help. Us?

Chief Pretty-Slow-Turtle:
No. Stupid. White. Man. You. Insult. Our. Culture. And. Our. Intelligence.

Cam:
Ignore him. Listen, we’re looking for a cube. It’s part of this giant Rubix Cube of Evil thing, and...

Squaking-Road-Kill
What, did you steal that from South Park?

Cam:
What?

Squaking-Road-Kill:
Yeah, the latest episode of South Park. Butters was showing Cartmen around his evil hideout and there was this Cube of Chaos...

Johnny Depp:
Sunnuvabitch! They stole our idea!

Cam:
Now, calm down, Johnny. Maybe there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for it...

Johnny Depp:
Yeah, that they stole it! This is total bullshit! We should sue!

Squaking-Road-Kill:
Yeah, sue the writers of South Park. Because that hasn’t happened before.

Johnny Depp:
Well, maybe I’ll just write a very strongly worded letter!

Running-Albatross:
That’ll strike fear into their hearts!

Chief Pretty-Slow-Turtle:
If you’re here to talk about the many ways your stupid little adventure coincides for five seconds with a single South Park episode, I’m going to go. I’ve got better things to do.

Johnny Depp:
No, no. I’ll let it go... for now. It doesn’t change the fact that we’re still looking for a piece of a Rubix Cube of Evil. Have you seen one around?

Slightly-Irate-Penguin:
I think maybe Rosey-Sea-Kitten saw one last week when Panpanoni took her to his hideout.

Cam:
Dammit! Where can we find this hideout?

Slighty-Irate-Penguin:
You’d have to ask Rosey-Sea-Kitten.

Cam:
Where can we find her?

Slighty-Irate-Penguin:
Let’s see... It’s Wednesday... So she’s probably getting interrupted from picking berries right about now. He has this thing about fresh fruit, everyone needs to be saved from it or some bullshit like that.

Running-Albatross:
Must be a white man thing.

Johnny Depp:
All right. We’ll go rescue her I guess then.

Running-Albatross:
No need, she’s part amazonian, she just humours Panpanoni so he doesn’t get more irate and difficult to deal with.

Squaking-Road-Kill:
It’s a sacrifice we greatly appreciate.

Cam:
You know, I think we should probably leave before these names become even more offensive.

Johnny Depp:
Oh lighten up Robust-Pumpkin-Head.

[They fly off and the scene changes to yet another glade, probably close to the other glade. Not the one with SOB written on the ground but where the heroes woke up originally. Anyways, Edjuardo is there with the new Lost Boys (Kiefer Sutherland amongst them).]

Edjuardo:
It’s very simple. You shoot down the Kathleen Bird, it will make Peter very happy.

Lost Boy #1:
We’re nine. We’re not going to shoot anyone.

Edjuardo:
Not even for Peter? [Raises eyebrow] You know what Peter does when he’s upset.

[The Lost Boys all exchange very nervous glances and sigh.]

Lost Boy #2:
Well, I have bad aim.

Lost Boy #3:
Yeah, and I have shaky hands. Make Kiefer Sutherland do it!

Kiefer Sutherland:
I’m not shooting anyone!

Edjuardo:
Remember Pan, Kiefer...

[After a moment of consideration and lots of crude encouragements by the rest of the Lost Boys, Kiefer Sutherland reluctantly takes the bow and arrow.]

Edjuardo:
Brilliant! She should be flying in any moment. Just make sure you aim to kill, okay?

Kiefer Sutherland:
Right, okay... [He looks totally unprepared and anti-Jack-Bauer, who probably would have used the gun on the nearest Lost Boy and then shattered Edjuardo’s vertebrae with a cold stare.]
[In the distance we can see the heroes returning to the glade with Kathleen at the helm. Kiefer aims looses the arrow! The heroes scream for Kathleen to look out but it’s too late, the arrow strikes, and she falls.]

Kiefer Sutherland:
Oh god, what have I done?!

Kelti:
Shit! Kathleen! [She dives towards the forest floor, the others follow.]

[‘Ritornare’ by Ludovico Einaudi begins to play as the scene changes to a lovely little forest space, the heroes all land and begin searching the brush anxiously trying to find Kathleen, who is not answering their cries.]

Cam:
I found her, over here!

Kelti:
Oh my god, she’s been shot in the heart!

Jessie:
That’s not funny at all!

[Suddenly, much to their amazement, Kathleen moves.]

Kathleen:
Gaaa... that really stings. [She sits up.] Falling from the sky, how embaressing...

Johnny Depp:
Kathleen, you’ve got an ARROW in your heart!

Kathleen:
What? [She glances down] Oh, wow, that sucks. Wait a minute... [She braces herself then pulls the arrow out and tosses it aside. Everyone gapes as she reaches into the vortex, pulls out a bottle of meds, and pops a handful of pills.] That’s better. So, what happened?

Natalie:
Wait, wait, wait! Kiefer Sutherland’s coming! Quick, lay down and look dead! Maybe we can guilt him into joining our side!

Kelti:
No good! The arrows out of her!

Natalie:
Well, put it back in! [She grabs the arrow and stabs Kathleen back in the chest.]

Kathleen:
OW!

Natalie:
Shut up and lay still, you’re supposed to be dead! Everyone look sad.
[Kiefer Sutherland approaches through the woods and finds everyone frozen in a very dramatic tableaux, posing around an apparently dead Kathleen.]

Kiefer Sutherland:
Oh god, no!

[There is a snicker from somewhere amongst the heroes, which sets of a chain reaction of giggles. The next thing we know, Kathleen is sitting up again, pulling out the arrow (again) and laughing her head off.]

Kathleen:
Should have seen your face, Sutherland! That was awesome! Did anyone else see it?

Johnny Depp:
[Laughing as well] He was all "Uhh, what have I done!? Sob sob sob!"

Kiefer Sutherland:
That’s not funny!

Kathleen:
You shot me, dickweed! It was the least we could do! Now Cam, if you would be so kind please open up my pills again, as I appear to have lost all feeling in my hands.

Jessie:
So why’d you shoot her, huh?

Kiefer Sutherland:
Some Mexican told me if I did it Peter Pan wouldn’t be such an asshole and then I could go home.

Kelti:
Oh, well, you can’t trust Mexicans. [Everyone stops to stare at her.] What?

Johnny Depp:
[Shaking his head] She means you can’t trust Poolboy’s named Edjuardo. If you want to go home, you can- [He stops midsentence as Kathleen begins laughing again] Are... you okay?

Kathleen:
No, no, please go on. It just hit me that... you’re Johnny Depp and we’re hunting for a Cube of Evil. [She continues to laugh.]

Kiefer Sutherland:
Yeah, holy crap you’re Johnny Depp! What are you doing here?

Johnny Depp:
[Shrugs] It’s something to do. Anyways, we’ll get you home, but you’ve got to help us.

Kiefer Sutherland:
...What do I have to do?

Cam:
You say that as if you’ve had to do lots of really nasty things in the not-so-distant past.

Kiefer Sutherland:
I don’t want to talk about Canada!

Kelti:
Listen, me and Druggie McGee here were talking to Captain Hook and I guess Pan has some growth hormone issue and now he’s convinced himself he’ll never grow up. If we kill him, the pirates will help us get the cube piece.

Johnny Depp:
Which is in Pan’s hideout, the Piccaninny tribe told us.

Natalie:
So great, we just have to get to the hideout and get the cube back and we can pretend this world never existed.

Jessie:
I wouldn’t be so sure about this. [She motions up to the sky where a large group of people carrying various complicated weapons are descending.]

Kiefer Sutherland:
Oh shit! It’s the Lost Boys! Run! [He escapes.]

Kathleen:
[Still snickering] What a douchebag... Wait, I don’t want to be caught by Peter Pan!

Kelti:
Kat, you’re riding one hell of a dragon, huh?

Kathleen:
[Spreads her arms wide] Wooo!

Jessie:
Shit, what do we do?

Johnny Depp:
We’ve got to be caught, they’ll take us to Pan’s hideout!

Kelti:
Yeah, except then we’ll be caught. And you haven’t seen these old Lost Boys. They are hefty pieces of meat.

Natalie:
I think it might be a little too late to argue about it.

[The heroes look around to find themselves totally surrounded by Lost Boys, both new and old.]

Peter Pan:
Are you plotting against me?

Johnny Depp:
No... or if we’re honest, yes.

Peter Pan:
[Gasp] Johnny! I trusted you! Take them back to the super secret hideout!

Nibs:
But sir, you heard them. That plays right into their plan-

Peter Pan:
Just do it!

[The scene changes to the heroes all tied up and sitting on the floor of an underground dirt hut.]

Cam:
Brilliant plan, Johnny Depp. Got any other winners up there?

Johnny Depp:
At least I gave a suggestion.

Kathleen:
Now isn’t the time to fight, you guys.

Kelti:
Kathleen! You’re not drugged up anymore!

Kathleen:
Yeah! And you know what? Getting shot with an arrow fucking hurts, man! Especially when someone stabs you with it a second time!

Natalie:
I panicked!

Kathleen:
You always panic! That’s you’re excuse for everything!

Natalie:
Well, at least I-

[As Kathleen and Natalie argue, Kelti catches the eyes of Peter Pan who was staring at her for some very creepy reason I’m sure. ‘Obsessed With You’ by The Orion Experience begins to play in the background. There is that whole a-typical dreamy glaze going over both of their faces plus that whole close up thing. You know what I mean.]

Peter Pan:
Tinky Winky, bring me that one!

Kathleen:
[As they begin to untie Kelti.] Hey! Hey you can’t have her! She’s mine!

Peter Pan:
I find myself enchanted with you... Are you my mother?

Kelti:
No. Are you Oedipus?

Peter Pan:
Perhaps in a previous life I was, and perhaps you were the Queen...

Kelti:
You suck at flirting, you know that?

Peter Pan:
May I... give you a kiss?

Kelti:
You don’t have to ask! [She closes her eyes and puckers up. A moment later Peter Pan sticks a thimble between her lips. Kelti spits it out, knocking Jessie on the head.] What the hell was that?

Peter Pan:
It is a kiss!

Kelti:
That ain’t no kiss, buddy.

Peter Pan:
Is so! Wendy showed me!

Kelti:
That Wendy bitch knows nothing of kisses! Pucker up, baby. Momma’s coming home!

Peter Pan:
I need an adult! I NEED AN ADULT!

Kathleen:
You’re forty-three, grow up!

[Everyone in the room becomes very still.]

Peter Pan:
[Hissing] What... did you say to me?

Kathleen:
I told you to grow up you wimpy, growth-hormone deprived middle-aged freak! This isn’t a fucking game anymore! The world is going to be destroyed and you’re too busy playing with prepubescent boys to notice!

Johnny Depp:
I was wondering who would say that first. Cam, five bucks.

Cam:
You’ll get your money when my hands are untied, but I maintain you should be the last person making smarmy comments about playing an elaborate game of dress up with people twenty years younger than him.

Peter Pan:
[Looks positively livid.] Why you... you.... Wench!

Natalie:
Oh come on!

[In a moment of fury Peter grabs the nearest arrow and stabs it into Kathleen. She cries out, more out of annoyance than anything else.]

Kathleen:
Dude! That really fucking hurts!

Peter Pan:
Wha-? That should have killed you!

Jessie:
[Scoffing] Please, nothing can kill her.

Cam:
Yeah, she’s a bionic woman.

Johnny Depp:
She tried uncut cocaine and then took a handful of pills in the space of an hour. You really think getting stabbed with an arrow is going to slow her down?

Peter Pan:
This... this doesn’t make any sense! You’re an adult! You have a realistic concept of time and death! You should be dead!

Kathleen:
[Still only slightly annoyed] Maybe YOU should grow up. [Scoffing] Dickweed...

[Just as Peter is about to strike out again, the door to the hut bursts open. In comes not only the Piccaninny tribe but the pirates from the Slightly Morose Roger, being led not only by Captain Hook by Kiefer Sutherland!]

Everyone:
Hurray!

[‘Hametsu’ from the FFX-2 soundtrack begins to play and a slightly epic battle ensues. Somewhere in the fray Kiefer Sutherland tosses Kelti a sword and she frees her friends, all of whom take on weapons of their choices. Jessie will undoubtedly have her bow and arrow, Johnny Depp probably has a pirate sword, Cam I imagine having one badass sledgehammer, Natalie with a mace, and Kathleen with her own two fists and some knives. One by one the new Lost Boys are taken down (evidently no one cares they’re only nine and ten years old.) While the Old Lost Boys join the ranks of the pirates. At last, the heroes have Peter surrounded.]

Kathleen:
[Still with arrow in chest] Give it up Peter. We just want the cube piece. You give us that and we’ll let you go.

Peter Pan:
No way! You just want to turn me into a man!

Kelti:
Yes! I mean, no... not at all.

Peter Pan:
I shall never surrender!

Kathleen:
[Shrugging] Suit yourself. [She pulls the arrow out of her for a third time and hands it to Jessie.] Jess, if you’d do the honours.

Peter Pan:
[Being irritatingly triumphant] To die shall be an awfully big adventure!

Johnny Depp:
Actually, you know, you’re just going to become a rotting corpse somewhere...

[Just as a horrified look appears on Peter’s face, Jessie shoots him with the boy and arrow. He falls over dead. Yay! ‘Terra’s Theme’ The FFVI Concert version begins to play.]

Kathleen:
Thank god that’s over with. Hey, does anyone have a bandaid?

Cam:
[Reaching around in the Swirly Vortex.] Hey, Colbert. You see a box of Hello Kitty Bandaids down there?... Yeah, great, thanks. [He pulls out a Hello Kitty Bandaid and hands it to Kathleen who carefully applies it over the gaping hole in her chest.]

Kathleen:
Much better. Now let’s find that cube piece.

Kiefer Sutherland:
[Gasping from a spot on the floor] You’re, urgh... too late...

Kelti:
Aw man, who mortally wounded Kiefer Sutherland?

Kiefer Sutherland:
[Gasp] Hook... [Ache] betrayed you... He took the cube.... Made... [Agony] a deal with... [Gasp] Edjuardo...

Natalie:
Just hold on, Jack Bauer! We’ll get you help. [She turns away] Stick him in the Vortex.
[Cam heaves Kiefer into the Swirly Vortex with that a-typical falling sound that is easily replicated by whistling.]

Cam:
Look out below!

Kathleen:
[Scoffing] Pfft, he got shot once. What a wuss.

Johnny Depp:
Not all of us can be bionic, Kathleen. Now what are we going to do about Hook?

Kelti:
Well obviously we have to go after him. We need that cube piece!

[They race outside the hideout in time to see Hook and the rest of the pirates flying away (for some reason)]

Kathleen:
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!

[In the distance we can see Hook unscrew his sword-holding-hand and replace it with a flipping-the-bird hand.]

Natalie:
Just great, now what?

Jessie:
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m out of fairy juice, and I don’t think we’re going to be able to get anymore, ‘least not from the same place.

Kathleen:
Well, there’s one fairy we still haven’t tried...

Cam:
Oh no, she’s a total nutjob. Everyone knows that.

Johnny Depp:
Yeah, I’m sorry but Tinkerbell is a psycho bitch. She’s probably a hired assassin on the side.

Kathleen:
We’ve got to get to that pirate ship and they’re probably halfway out to sea by now. It’s our only way.

Kelti:
Okay, sure, but where the hell are we going to find her?

Kathleen:
I don’t know! I gave you an idea and a pretty damn good one at that! You come up with the rest! Someone hand me more drugs.

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
[Appearing out of nowhere.] I can take you to Tink.

Kathleen:
Ga! [She jumps and wrenches her injured side] Aah, ah ow...

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Nice bandaid. Anyways, like I was saying, I can take you to Tink. She, uh, she makes her presence pretty known around here.

Johnny Depp:
What’s that supposed to mean? [Rosey-Sea-Kitten hands him a flyer] Tink’s Tune Up Shop for the Erectiley Deficient and... [He glances up] Pie shop?

Natalie:
Kinky.

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Yeah, just because Peter Pan didn’t doesn’t grow up doesn’t mean the rest of us have to stay limp and hungry.

Johnny Depp:
But... how? I don’t understand how it would work.

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Trust me, you really, really don’t want to know.

Cam:
Oh god, my imagination is starting to kick in! Someone do something!

Kelti:
PARIS HILTON NAKED.

Cam:
[Look of relief] Ah... Wait... AH!!

Kathleen:
You’re not allowed to use your imagination anymore, Kelti.

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Hey, do you want to see Tinkerbell or not?

Jessie:
At this point I’m going to say not. Unfortunately we have to do it eventually so... [sighs] lead the way.

[Scene changes and we find our heroes inside a seedy, smokey, sex den. There are tables set up, covered in pies; banana cream, key lime, coconut, lemon meringue, you name it and there is a pie type there. Most of the older Lost Boys are sitting around in fairy dust hazes, slumped over chairs and drooling or eating pie, and sometimes both.]

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Try not to bump any of them. Quick movements incite them to violence.
[The heroes manage to successfully follow the Princess to the back of the Pie Den (Ha ha ha! Graham cracker crust.) They enter a small room that has those atypical green room mirrors and lights.]

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Hey Tinkerbell, I’ve brought some people to see you.

[The heroes look around the room but can’t see any sign of the fairy, which isn’t unusual because obviously a fairy is very tiny. Dur. Suddenly a golden light begins zipping around, possibly in a drug haze.]

Kathleen:
Woa, slow down there, Twinkie, I’m coming off of a serious trip.

Tinkerbell:
Sea-Kitten, who’re these bitches?

Johnny Depp:
See? See? What did I just tell you?

Tinkerbell:
Waddaya want? I ain’t got all day, y’know. There’re some pies in the oven-

Jessie:
Aalalala!

Kathleen:
We need some fairy dust and, um, your little fairy friends are sort of out of service at the moment.

Tinkerbell:
Yeah? What happened?

Kathleen:
I dunno.

Johnny Depp:
No clue.

Cam:
We certainly had nothing to do with it.

Kelti:
Totally innocent.

Natalie:
...’d never say I don’t believe.

Tinkerbell:
Uh-huh [clearly unimpressed] Not going to happen. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got some pies-

Cam:
Stoppit! Just give us a hit of the sparkly stuff and we’ll be on our way.

Tinkerbell:
[Scoffing] If you’re jonesing for a hit so bad why don’t you go to Twilight World.

Kathleen:
Don’t be ridiculous. That would clearly be a lawsuit waiting to happen. We would never go to any world directly referred to as Twilight World. Now, Natalie, if you don’t mind...

Natalie:
[Clears her throat] I don’t believe in fairies.

[Nothing happens, the heroes glance nervously at each other.]

Natalie:
I... uh... don’t believe in fairies?

Tinkerbell:
What are you trying to do?

Natalie:
Um, t-torture you?

Tinkerbell:
What are you? A five year old boy? Jesus. I’m an uber fairy, your pitiful little- [she stops mid sentence and starts sniffing] Oh great, my pies are burning. Thanks a lot numbskulls.

Cam:
Wait, you mean you weren’t using ‘pie’ as a dirty allusion?

Tinkerbell:
What? No! How would... I... What? Oh my god! You’re disgusting! Get out of my sight!

Princess Rosey-Sea-Kitten:
Tink... They killed Pan.

Tinkerbell:
Well, that changes everything. You know before Pan came a long I ran this great little bistro... Tink’s Limbering Log Meat Pie Shop.

Cam:
....Seriously, real pies?

Tinkerbell:
Well, I guess because you killed Pan I could give you some fairy dust, but on one condition...

Johnny Depp:
No! No conditions! I am so sick of this place! [He grabs Tinkerbell out of midair and glares at her.] You and every other minuscule, creepy, suggestive creation in this fucked up place! I can’t take it anymore, you hear me? I will hunt for cubes, I will travels to distant planets, but I will not stay here for one more millisecond, do you understand me?! Give us the goddamned dust!

Kelti:
[Whispering to Kathleen] I’m sort of scared right now. [Kathleen just nods and gapes.]
[Tinkerbell sort of nods her head hastily and Johnny Depp proceeds to violently shake her over the heads of the rest of the heroes and then toss her aside.]

Johnny Depp:
[Grumpily] Let’s get the hell out of here.

[The scene changes to aboard The Slightly Morose Roger. We see Edjuardo meeting with Captain Hook, who is now wearing his hair flipping back hand.]

Captain Hook:
Let’s see the goods, Pool Boy.

Edjuardo:
Let’s see the cube piece.

Captain Hook:
I’m not showing you the cube piece until you show me the goods.

Edjuardo:
Well, I’m not showing you the goods until-

Mr. Smee:
Captain! The heroes are approaching! Sky bound!

[Thus begins the semi-epic battle of epicnesses. The heroes descend upon The Slightly Morose Roger and engage in a grand old battle. Swords clash! Guns fire! And the scent of blood is in the air! Edjuardo, being the sneaky bastard he is, jumps into the emergency get-away canoe and starts paddling for his life, without the cube. Meanwhile, the heroes had risen up against their pirate foes and now have Captain Hook surrounded. He casually unscrews his gun shooting hand and attaches his sword fighting hand.]

Captain Hook:
Now whom shall I call out? Which one of you is the least likely to win against me, a poorly executed antagonist with a prosthetic limb? Hm, I wonder. [He clearly is not wondering at all.] Kathleen!

Kathleen:
Fine, sure, I’m not the one with the bow and arrow, or the sword experience or... whatever Cam and Natalie do with their sledgehammer and mace respectively, but yeah, I think I can take you.
[She steps forward. Thus follows is a very familiar scene where Hook busts out some insanely fancy sword work, ala that Indiana Jones movie.]

Kathleen:
Does anyone have a gun I can borrow? [No response. She shrugs and steps forward.] Okay, just hold on a second. [She inches a bit closer] Almost there. [She is right in front of him.] Okay, now, where were we? [Hook raises his sword, Kathleen punches him in the face and he topples over the side of the ship right into the awaiting jaws of a crocodile, or possibly an alligator, no one is really willing to get a close enough look to be sure. Unfortunately, as he is falling over the edge of the boat, the cube piece in his jacket pocket has come lose, and it too plummets into the murky water below.]

Mr Smee:
They’ve killed the Captain! Get them!

[Without thinking our heroes barrel over the edge of the boat, closely followed by the pirates of The Slightly Morose Roger. Everything goes eerie and slow motion as they swim through the briny sea and reach out towards the cube piece... Reaching, reaching and.... everything goes black.]