Thursday, September 16, 2010

The Case of the Three Flying Girls

The Case Of The Three Flying Girls



OPENING SCENE



EXT DAYTIME SHOT OF A TOWNSVILLE STREET WITH DRIZZLE



NARRATOR (bored): The city of Townsville... with drizzle... nothing's happening... (with a little more interest): maybe this is the time we should tell you about an adventure that happened once to the Girls -- a story from -- London!



WHIP PAN TO:



EXT DAYTIME SHOT OF VICTORIAN LONDON WITH DRIZZLE



CUT TO:



A SHOT OF BAKER STREET WITH PEOPLE IN VICTORIAN DRESS AND WITH HORSE-DRAWN CARRIAGES



WHIP PAN TO:



INT SHOT OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND WATSON IN HOLMES' APARTMENT



ZOOM TO A CLOSEUP OF HOLMES AND WATSON



WATSON: I say, Holmes, is there any particular case which you find yourself returning to in your thoughts again and again?



HOLMES: As a matter of fact, there is, Watson. You may perchance recall the case of the three flying girls?



WATSON: Indeed I do, Holmes. It is surely one of the most peculiar cases which I have ever been a witness to!



HOLMES: It began, as you may recall...



DISSOLVE TO:



INT SHOT OF HOLMES AND WATSON BOTH READING IN HOLMES' APARTMENT



SOUND EFFECTS: Crash!



[The three PPG crash down through the ceiling and fall to the floor.



WATSON: Great Scott!



HOLMES: As you can see, Watson, these creatures are clearly female... but, other than that...



[The PPG stand up. BLOSSOM brushes herself off.]



BLOSSOM: Hello, gentlemen. We apologize for our rude entrance. It was not our intention to disturb anyone. We are -- the Powerpuff Girls! I'm Blossom!



BUTTERCUP: I'm Buttercup!



BUBBLES: And I'm Bubbles!



BLOSSOM: Um... where exactly are we?



WATSON: You are in the apartment of the renowned detective Sherlock Holmes, at 221B Baker Street, London.



BLOSSOM (astonished): Doctor Watson?



WATSON: At your service.



BUTTERCUP (to BLOSSOM): I told you we should have turned left at Alburquerque.



BLOSSOM: Now, Buttercup. You know that we have little control over where the Professor's time machine sends us. I'm sure Mr. Sherlock Holmes shall prove to be just as interesting as Sitting Bull.



[BUTTERCUP grumpily crosses her arms and looks away from BLOSSOM.]



HOLMES: I do not understand how you were arrive here in such a manner and remain unhurt.



BLOSSOM: We're the Powerpuff Girls. We have superpowers.



[The PPG float up off the floor .]



HOLMES: Astonishing.



[Mrs.Hudson enters the room.]



MRS. HUDSON: This letter arrived for you, Mr. Holmes.



HOLMES: Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.



[He grasps a letter opener and opens the letter.]




HOLMES: It's from our friend, Professor Moriarty. He taunts me, saying nothing I do can prevent him from committing his next crime.



WATSON: The braggart!



HOLMES: Most likely his intention is to steal the Isle Emerald.



WATSON: No doubt.



HOLMES: The emerald goes on public display tomorrow. I say -- Powerpuff Girls -- would you be interested in helping to protect it?



BLOSSOM: We'd be glad to.



BUBBLES: Fighting crime is what we do!



[They all share smiles.]



FADE TO BLACK



FADE IN


A CLOSEUP OF THE ISLE EMERALD IN ITS DISPLAY CASE



SLOWLY ZOOM BACK TO A SHOT THAT LETS US SEE THE PPG OVERDRESSED IN VICTORIAN DRESSES AND HATS



BUTTERCUP (whispering): I wonder what this Moriarty looks like.



BLOSSOM (whispering): Holmes said he can't be sure that any of the men claiming to be Moriarty really were. It could be anybody.



[The PPG carefully watch a man who walks ON SCREEN from our left and goes to examine the emerald, then leaves. A man and woman arrive from our right and leave after examining the emerald. Finally HIM walks ON SCREEN from our left, wearing a black Victorian suit and top hat. The PPG perk up. He walks to the emerald and stops. As he starts to leave, we see that the emerald is gone.]



BLOSSOM: Girls!



[The PPG start to fly towards HIM.]



CUT TO:



A SHOT OF A GRINNING HIM WALKING TOWARDS THE CAMERA



[The PPG fly at HIM -- and through HIM. He fades to nothing. The PPG float around, and finally end up facing the CAMERA, all staring blankly at the spot where he vanished.]



CUT TO:



INT SHOT OF HOLMES' APARTMENT WITH THREE GUILT-RIDDEN PPG HANGING THEIR HEADS



HOLMES' VOICE (angrily): It is unacceptable! It should not have happened! (He walks ON SCREEN): You are supposed to have superpowers!



BLOSSOM (meekly looking at HOLMES): I told you, he simply vanished.



HOLMES: That is impossible!



BLOSSOM: Like flying girls?



[HOLMES' expression softens.]



WATSON: I think you're being too hard on them, Holmes.



HOLMES: Perhaps you are right, Watson...



BLOSSOM: Tell us, is there any particular place in London that you would describe as being especially evil?



HOLMES (thoughtfully): Yes...there is one place where even veteran policemen fear to enter...



FADE TO BLACK



FADE IN:



EXT EVENING SHOT OF A FOGBOUND LONDON STREET IN THE SLUMS



SOUND EFFECTS: Big Ben chimes nine times.



[The PPG in their regular dresses fly down to land. They look around them.]



BLOSSOM: He said there would be a black door with a rising sun emblem on the door knocker.



[The PPG turn their backs to the CAMERA. We see they are looking at a black door.]



BLOSSOM (fearfully): I... I guess this is it...



[She slowly opens the door. The PPG float in.]



CUT TO:



A DARK DEEP BLUE INT SHOT OF A VICTORIAN ROOM THAT SLOWLY PANS TO OUR LEFT



[There are tables with liquor bottles and glasses. A coffin stands against the wall. A knife is stuck into the wall. The wallpaper is decorated with prancing demons. At one place an ax is stuck into a table. The PPG float ON SCREEN from our left.]



BUBBLES (frightened): Cree -- py!



HIM'S VOICE (feminine): Oo - hoo - hoo - hoo! It seems I have guests!



BLOSSOM: Where are you, Him?



HIM'S VOICE (feminine): Oo, very good. You guessed my name!



BLOSSOM: We know all about you, Him. Now give us back that emerald!




HIM'S VOICE (feminine): Oh, I don't think so. Not when I went to so much trouble (evil voice): to get it!



BUTTERCUP: Jeez, why won't this guy show himself?



BLOSSOM: That's because he's afraid, Buttercup. He's a coward!



HIM'S VOICE (evil): Huh?



BLOSSOM: You heard me, Him. You're too cowardly to show your face!



[HIM pops ON SCREEN to our left and faces the PPG.]



HIM (f.v.): Nobody calls me a coward (e.v.): and gets away with it!



BLOSSOM: You're a demon. What would you want with an emerald anyway?



HIM (f.v.)Hee hee hee! I took it because I could.



BLOSSOM: I mean, it isn't even all that big...



HIM (f.v.): Not big?



[He holds up his claw with the emerald in it.]



HIM (e.v.): For an emerald, this is gigantic!



BLOSSOM: Get him, Girls!



[The PPG attack HIM, punching him around.]



CUT TO:



A SLOW MOTION CLOSEUP OF THE EMERALD BEING KNOCKED OUT OF HIM'S CLAW



CUT TO:



A SHOT OF THE BATTLE



HIM (f.v.): Noooooo...



[The PPG together deliver a knockout blow. They turn and fly over to the emerald. BLOSSOM holds it up high.]



BLOSSOM: And so, for the very first time...




BUTTERCUP: The city of London is saved...



BUBBLES: Thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!



CUT TO:



HEARTS AND STARS



NARRATOR: Hey! You stole my line! Well, I never... That's it. Show's over. Go home, people.



The End

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Powerpuff Girls fanfiction, also posted at fanfiction.net as rayb07

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