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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Terrifying Revenge of the B-Movie!!!: Scene 22

SCENE 22

EXT – THE FOREST
(PEASANTS, CREATURE, ALGORE, FRANCOPHILE)

THE ANGRY MOB IS RUNNING THROUGH THE FOREST, YELLING AND SHOUTING. SUDDENLY THEY COME UPON A HORRIBLE CREATURE EATING A BABY, BUT IT IS NOT THE HIDEOUS FREAK THAT FRANCOPHILE BUILT.

PEASANT #5

There's the freak! Kill it!

CREATURE

Wait, wait, calm down, I'm not the horrible freak you’re looking for. I'm just an ordinary creature of some sort. The freak is over there.

THE CREATURE POINTS IN SOME RANDOM DIRECTION, WHERE THE HIDEOUS FREAK IS STANDING. THE FREAK SEES THAT ALL THE MOB MEMBERS TURN TO LOOK AT HIM. HE SUDDENLY TAKES OFF RUNNING.

PEASANT #6

Sorry about the mishap.

CREATURE

No problem.

PEASANT #7

Terribly sorry.

CREATURE

Could have happened to anyone.

AS HE IS WALKING AWAY, THE PEASANT PICKS UP A PIECE OF THE BABY THAT THE CREATURE DROPPED AND HANDS IT BACK TO HIM.

PEASANT #7

Oh, you dropped this.

CREATURE

Ah, thanks so much.

THE CAMERA SLOWLY PANS OVER TO REVEAL FRANCOPHILE AND ALGORE SITTING IN THE BUSHES HIDING. THEY WATCH THE MOB RUN OFF AFTER THE FREAK.

FRANCOPHILE

Now that that mob is gone, we have nothing to worry About, Algore.

ALGORE

Yes, Prof. Francophile.

A LIGHT SUDDENLY SHINES ON BOTH OF THEM. THEY LOOK UP TO SEE THE CARDBOARD UFO SUCKING THEM IN THROUGH A BEAM OF LIGHT.

ALGORE

You had to tempt fate, didn't you, you stupid bastard.

FRANCOPHILE

Oh, damn.

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