12 oz Mouse script: S2E08_MeatyDreamy

Episode 15: "Meaty Dreamy"
transcribed: sleep_maps


ext. street.  the hand is running from pronto, who tries to shoot it with his bow and his automatic bowgun.  the hand grabs a helicopter, which is shot down and it crashes into a building.  the producer appears.

PRODUCER: whoa, hey there.  now that, is a mean lookin pair of pants, if i've ever seen such a thing.  hell yeah.  i am on fire, sire.  yah!!!! (the hand jumps on the producer and is seen to push itself into his head) hellll yeah!!!

int. shark's home.  shark and rbm are sitting by the fire.  a gun is sitting in the room.

RBM: oh that's nice.  what is it?  fake?
SHARK: it's a one gauge.
RBM: what's the damage on that?
SHARK: it'll blow your head into vapor, while it demolecul-izes your bones, that's how fake it is.
RBM: yeah uh, that's great.  what's that like a indian burn kind of thing?
SHARK: my grandfather gave it to me after the meat wars.  he was in em.
RBM: well then your grandfather was a grunt.  and probably made zilch.  i pity his family...i'd cease to care.
SHARK: he did what he had to do, there's no shame in that.
RBM: i moved south.  mummy told them i had, club foot.
SHARK: mmm, well pusses say what pusses say.  for pusses sake.
RBM: say what you will, money gets you everything.  inculding happiness.  but especially friends.
SHARK: the one who says the most says the least.. especially the one next to me.
RBM: where are we now, the bible or something?  the bible never made money.  it's poor.  it's full of poor people.
SHARK: load me.
RBM: do you shoot your mother with that gun?

the gun floats up, then cocks.

SHARK: ka-kow

int. music store.  a guitar amp seems to be talking.  inside, two tubes have the voices of fitz and his wife.

FITZ'S WIFE: you promised you would quit.
FITZ: i know, but i can't quit.
FITZ'S WIFE: why not?
FITZ: just because if i quit, they'll kill me.  and then they'll come and kill you.
FITZ'S WIFE: look the car is packed, let's leave here tonight.  let's leave before they come back.
FITZ: but they've already sent the tie, and i put it to my flesh.
FITZ'S WIFE: we can be miles from here within the hour.
FITZ: okay, you're right.  let me go get...my skates.

the amp explodes.  ext. street.  shark's car pulls up by the gas station that is still on fire.  int. shark's car.

RBM: i told you i smelled fuel.  i'm big into oil.  i own lots of it and i know what it smells like.  it's rich smelling.  the smell itself spawns property and mansions.
SHARK: I'm gonna blow him away, all the way... away.
RBM: If you can find him... you barley find your ass to clean it.

shark grabs his gun, points it at rbm.

RBM: Do it, be somebody.... be somebody for the great red one.

ext. street.  person stumbles around.

PERSON: a b c d e...b b a...(more random letters follow)
SHARK: what the guh?
RBM: i think they've lost it.  their program that is.  they're all going out of their minds.
SHARK: make that not happen.
RBM: *sighs* i'm tired of doing stuff for you.  am i getting paid?

shark picks up his gun, shoots the person, who is propeled away.  he hits the street and his head falls off.

RBM: it...wasn't supposed to end this way.
SHARK: this is getting out of hand...hand being the operative word here.
RBM: finger will, finger won't.  finger do, finger don't.
SHARK: what's that supposed to mean, that backward slow talk.
RBM: it means you'll never find him.
SHARK: well i got the bug on it, so shut up and reload me.

int. 750th floor.  fitz, robowoman, skillet and liquor are seen sleeping.  the bug appears, making noises.  robowoman wakes up and hits it away.  skillet jumps up and shoots it away.  the bug falls to the floor by fitz.

FITZ: ah it's just a bug.  everybody go back to sleep.  we need to rest for one more day.
LIQUOR: we'll need more meat to sleep.
FITZ: that's why i made these. (pushes a bag of meat towards liquor)
LIQUOR: ah, we knew you were smart.

fitz and skillet suddenly fall over catatonic.

LIQUOR: your dreams from the meat.  uh, is that uh, is that happenin to you guys?
FITZ: dreams, shut em out.
SKILLET: *squeaks*
LIQUOR: that's what's so interesting about them.  i, i can't.  i can't.

dream sequence begins.  ext. graveyard.  liquor is standing over a gravesite.  on it appears to be a small circular marking.  the stone begins to shake much like skillet.

LIQUOR: you tried little guy.  you tried the hardest.

ext. street.

TOWNSPEOPLE: *singing* where does the firetruck go, go, go...where does the firetruck go, go, go...and when does the hand know, know, know...and when does the hand know, know, know.

a car runs over the people.  ext. unknown.  the ground is wavering.  a vine sprouts up from the ground.  a flower appears.  man/woman approaches the flower as a woman.

MAN/WOMAN: this is the best smelling flower that i have ever smelled.  this is also the best smelling flower that i have ever picked.

above the sky, in a moon-like object, shark appears.

SHARK: eat the flower.
MAN/WOMAN: woman don't eat flowers.
SHARK: eat it for him.
MAN/WOMAN: there is no him.
SHARK: there's about to be.  eat it.

man/woman eats the flower, transforms into the man.

SHARK: straight a's on this one.

a snake appears by man/woman.

SHARK: mmm, too late for you.  i got this one.

the snake breathes fire towards shark and starts to slither away.

SHARK: what is that, fire?  nobody cares about your fire.  wow.  don't do fire.

int. sewer system.  roostre and spider are sitting by the corndroid.

ROOSTRE: wow, now all we gotta do is wait boy.  hand's out there somewhere.  he's my homin hand.

ext. street.  the producer is running around beeping.  he enters the building where fitz, liquor, skillet, and robowoman are holed up.  the hand appears to direct him into the buidling by pulling on his brain strings.  int. elevator.

PRODUCER: i'm inside an elevator.  buttons (presses button)...hahaha...buttons!  muaaa!!!! ahhh, what a suck song!  suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck!  (hits head on wall) yeah, down!

int. store.  peanut is inside the blood-covered store.

PEANUT: what kind...who drank all this liquor?  um...me, haha.  stupid question me.

golden joe appears.  peanut cop immediately shoots him.

PEANUT: haha, sorry bro.
GOLDEN JOE: damn cuz.  is that your jibba libba hub-bub?  cuz you know i don't need that man.
PEANUT: *sighs* huh.  i thought you were an alien.
GOLDEN JOE: damn bub, cool that smoke wagon before i shove it up your ass so far you'll be kissin that barrel til christmas.
PEANUT: christmas, uh...oh man christmas is cool.
GOLDEN JOE: well get a tinsel of this man. (disappears then reappears by peanut holding a camera.)

peanut looks at the camera.  both eyes are seen.

GOLDEN JOE: i shot this on the street ten minutes ago, with my new camera man.  check it out, it's got zoom, un-zoom, de-zoom, yo mama-zoom, zoom zoom in the boom boom, grandmama zoom, it's got it all man.
PEANUT: you know what that means?
GOLDEN JOE: it means my album done come out, and i need to go record for it.
PEANUT: haha, it means that the code is unstable.  and it's cloning itself in a bad way.  and that's never good.
GOLDEN JOE: what's that jimbo ka-nimbo mean man?
PEANUT: what, what's the jimbo, ka-nimbo?  haha, golden joe!  never... stop... drinking.  ha...it's almost over.  (shoots the ground and is propelled upwards.)

int. 750th floor.  liquor is sleeping.  fitz runs over to him.

FITZ: liquor, hey, shh, get up.  hey, get up.  listen.  someone's here.
LIQUOR: i hear it.  my ears told me.  my brain listens to my ears.
FITZ: shh, listen.
SKILLET: *squeaks* (shoots weapon, aims at the door.)

int. elevator.

PRODUCER: uhhh...uhhh!!!  i don't know what to do man.

hand brain is shown pulling on the producer's brain.

PRODUCER: how am i gonna make the records?  how am i gonna make the records?

int. 750th floor.

LIQUOR: (approaches door) it's getting closer.
SKILLET: *squeaks* (aims gun)
LIQUOR: all weapons cock!

end

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