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Shaucker

Professor
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« Reply #40 on: 08-08-2004 23:56 »

[Randy] Hooray! Gorky's back![/Randy}

..and just yesturday JBERGES and I had a plan concocted to "persuade" you to come back. Damn you and your ability to act before you're forced!
zomit

Starship Captain
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« Reply #41 on: 08-09-2004 03:21 »

I was going to bump this, but if I did I'd have missed the TOTPD, but I guess I missed it anyway. Now that JBERGES has stopped writing for a while I guess that makes you the new JBERGES. Keep writing the story!  smile
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #42 on: 08-09-2004 10:44 »

 
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Originally posted by Shaucker:
[Randy] Hooray! Gorky's back![/Randy}

..and just yesturday JBERGES and I had a plan concocted to "persuade" you to come back. Damn you and your ability to act before you're forced!

Yay, I'm popular enough to have a murderous mob following! Wait...

Actually, I am both intrigued and frightened by this plan of "persuasion". Does it involve the use of mutant atomic supermen or the like? 'Cause seriously, that'd be cool.

'Course, I still have writer's block, so this "plan" of yours may eventually come in to play. But maybe now that I have some type of incentive (the fact that my lungs may be ground in to a meat patty or whatever this idea of yours is), I may start to write some more.

 

Shaucker

Professor
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« Reply #43 on: 08-09-2004 15:01 »

Actually, I was just gonna yell at you to come back, but lung-burgers sound okay.

I'm almost done with a piece of fanart for your story...taking me forever because it wanted to be the first subject to be painted in my spiffty new gouache. God knows when I'll finish/scan it, but it looks pretty good so far.
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #44 on: 08-09-2004 21:30 »

 
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Actually, I was just gonna yell at you to come back

[FRY]Just like my parents! Oh wait, that was hitting.[/FRY]

As far as the art goes, take your time--there's no rush. It'll be great no matter when you finish it, although I have this feeling that you're a sort of perfectionist (which isn't a bad thing, seeing as how I am too).
Philp_J_Fry

Starship Captain
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« Reply #45 on: 08-09-2004 21:35 »

Hooray more to read! best chapter yet Gorky!
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #46 on: 08-11-2004 14:46 »

Again, thanks for all the comments, I really appreciate it. Well, here's some more. I realize that it's pretty dull, and admittedly it's not my best work. But, I was trying to advance the plot a bit, and this was the best I could do. I may have to rework it a bit later, but here it is for now.

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INT-Planet Express Building-Lounge-Afternoon-Continuous  Fry is sitting on the couch, watching TV. He is alone, and his body is stretched out across said couch. A commercial has just come on, but Fry is obviously uninterested. As the commercial begins, the camera stays on Fry.


                  ANNOUNCER (on TV)
         Are you lonely, in a doomed relationship?


Fry looks up, taking a sudden interest in the commercial.


                  ANNOUNCER
         Are you sitting on the couch, goofing off instead of doing your job?


Fry sits up straight.


                  FRY
         (to the TV) Uh-huh.

                  ANNOUNCER
         Do you feel incomplete, bored, hopeless?

                  FRY
         Yeah!

                  ANNOUNCER
         Do you have little to no life?

                  FRY
         Hell yeah!

                  ANNOUNCER
         Well I have news for you…

                  FRY
         (anxious) Yes?…

                  ANNOUNCER
         …You’re a loser!

                  FRY
         What?!

                  ANNOUNCER
You’re a worthless sack of crap! You make me sick! There are people who would give anything to have that fancy-pants sofa of yours! For God’s sake, I slept in a ditch last night!

         FRY
Hey, I don’t need TV to make me feel guilty! That’s what Dr. Zoidberg’s for.


Fry turns off the TV. He stretches out on the couch again and sighs.


                  FRY
He’s right…I am worthless. I’m worthless and lazy…(quietly) and Leela’s too good for me.


Fry sits there for a moment, letting his own words sink in. After a few moments, Amy walks in the room. She sits on the arm rest of the couch. Fry notices her and sits up.


                  FRY
         Hey, Amy.

                  AMY
         Hi.

         
Fry is staring blankly into space. Amy sees this, and decides to confront him on it.


                  AMY
         What’s up?

                  FRY
         Nothing. I’m just thinking.

                  BENDER (o.s.)
         Way to go, Fry!

         
Fry sighs, and Amy rolls her eyes. Then, she turns back to Fry, who has a far-away look.


                  AMY
         No.

                  FRY
         What?

                  AMY
         No, Leela doesn’t have a date tonight.

                  FRY
         How did you?…

                  AMY
         Listen, I know that look. You’re thinking about her again.

                  FRY
         Yeah, so?

                  AMY
         So, you want to ask her out…don’t you?

                  FRY
         (lying) No.

                  AMY
         Right.

                  FRY
Listen, Leela’d never go out with a loser like me. I wouldn’t even know how to ask her.

         AMY
So don’t.

         FRY
What?

         AMY
Bring the date to her.

         FRY
What’s that supposed to mean?

         AMY
Spluh! Do you think Kif and I go out every night? Of course not. Sometimes we just spend a quiet evening at my parent’s house. (dreamy) Kif comes over, we watch a movie, have some popcorn. Then I inch closer to him. He puts his arm around me. We start to kiss, his hands move up my back, then…


Amy, regaining her composure, looks to Fry, who’s hanging on her every word.


                  FRY
         Then?…

                  AMY
(nervous) Um, it’s not important. (normal) Look, the point is, it doesn’t have to be an official date. Just rent a movie or something…spend some time with her.

         FRY
         That’s a great idea! I better go get ready. Um, listen, Amy, can you cover for me?

                  AMY
         Sure.

                  FRY
         Thanks!


He runs out of the room. Amy stretches out on the couch, picks up the remote, and turns on the TV. She burps, and then repeatedly scratches herself.


INT-Fry and Bender’s apartment-Evening-Continuous  Fry is pacing around, holding a rectangular box in his hand. Bender is sitting at the table, reading the paper.


                  FRY
         What’s keeping her so long?

                  BENDER
         How the hell should I know?


Just then, the sound of footsteps can be heard.


                  FRY
         She coming! Quick, act natural!

                  BENDER
         Can do.


He opens up his chest compartment and takes out a martini and a cigar. Fry jumps onto the couch, placing the box on the armrest—in plain sight. Leela walks in.


                  FRY
         (“surprised”) Oh, hi Leela.

                  LEELA
Hey. Sorry I’m so late from work—I was helping Hermes with some “crew expendability” forms. (pause) Um…you two better stay away from him for a while.


Fry and Bender exchange nervous looks. Then, Fry turns back to Leela. He smiles at her. Leela half-smiles back. She sees the box. Trying to get past the awkward silence, she speaks up.


                  LEELA
         (half-nervous) Um…what’s in that box?

                  FRY
         Oh, I rented a movie.

                  LEELA
         Really…what’d you get?

                  FRY
         The lady at the store said that it was the greatest movie of the twentieth century.

                  LEELA
         You rented “The Cable Guy”?

                  FRY
         What? No. It’s some movie called “Casablanca”.

                  LEELA
         Hmm…never heard of it.


There’s a small pause.


                  FRY
         (uneasy) So, um…wanna watch it?


Leela, sort of realizing what Fry’s intentions are, turns away, nervous. She quietly SIGHS. Then, turning back to Fry, she sees him with a hopeful look on his face. She caves in.


                  LEELA
         (uneasy) Um…sure, why not?

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There it is. I hope that held your interest for the most part, although I realize that it's not as "good" as some of my earlier work. Please tell me what you think.
Young_and_Angry

Professor
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« Reply #47 on: 08-11-2004 16:34 »

 
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Originally posted by Gorky:

      FRY
         Nothing. I’m just thinking.

                  BENDER (o.s.)
         Way to go, Fry!
laff Genius!
 This is great so far
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #48 on: 08-11-2004 22:04 »
« Last Edit on: 08-11-2004 22:04 »

Thanks, Young_And_Angry. Nice to see I have another reader (and that my writing isn't as fatal as I assumed)

Okay, I've been thinking about something. I know I still have a while to go until I ship this off to TLZ (and possibly CGEF), but I was wondering. How do I go about doing this? I mean, how do I submit my fanfic? If anyone could help me figure this out (okay, so I'm not that bright), I'd be very grateful. Thanks in advance.
Philp_J_Fry

Starship Captain
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« Reply #49 on: 08-12-2004 00:05 »

yay great new chapter
JBERGES

Urban Legend
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« Reply #50 on: 08-14-2004 15:31 »

 
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Originally posted by zomit:
Now that JBERGES has stopped writing for a while I guess that makes you the new JBERGES.

But if you kill me, you don't become me.

 
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Hermes retreats to his office. The remaining crewmembers stare blankly at one another. After a long silence, Farnsworth speaks up.

               FARNSWORTH
         Who are all you people?

For some reason I like that line a lot. 

Keep writing Gorky, I enjoy reading someone else’s stories (and self-directed diatribes).

Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #51 on: 08-14-2004 17:08 »

 
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Originally posted by JBERGES:But if you kill me, you don't become me.

Damn.  tongue

 
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For some reason I like that line a lot.

Well, I can't take credit for that. If you've ever seen "The Critic", that line is spoken by Franklin in the pilot episode. I just thought it would fit, hence the rip-off--eh, homage. 

 
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Keep writing Gorky, I enjoy reading someone else’s stories (and self-directed diatribes).

Thanks. Too bad I have cripling writers block at the moment...

zomit

Starship Captain
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« Reply #52 on: 08-16-2004 02:21 »

 
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Originally posted by JBERGES:
But if you kill me, you don't become me.
No one's killing you, she's just replacing you for now.

 
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Originally posted by Gorky:
Too bad I have cripling writers block at the moment...
Crippling writers block!? What do you think we're paying you for!? If you continue today or tomorrow, we'll pay you 100 times more than what we pay you now.
Anyway, great story! Please continue with it!  smile
TheLesbianLeela

Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #53 on: 08-18-2004 06:17 »

 
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Originally posted by Gorky:
ANNOUNCER
Well I have news for you…
FRY
(anxious) Yes?…
ANNOUNCER
…You’re a loser!
laff Oh dear ... that was a commercial of Stop'N'Drop (America's favourite Suicide-booth since 2008), wasn't it?  big grin
 
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Amy stretches out on the couch, picks up the remote, and turns on the TV. She burps, and then repeatedly scratches herself.
I demand that someone should do a picture of that moment!  laff
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #54 on: 09-13-2004 18:02 »

*BUMP*

I'm back, baby!

*collective shrieks from the crowd*

Anyway, sorry about my month long absence, but my computer crashed, I couldn't get on, yadda, yadda, yadda... (it's chronicled here, in JBERGES awesome thread (I, Gorky, command you to read his latest fic! Great work, man.)). So, here's some more mind-numbingly interesting garbage (there's only about 1/2 a gag in the whole thing (a 1/2 more gags than usual!), so please forgive me...I realize that it is rather boring, plot-driving crap). Read. Vomit. Repeat. You know the drill...

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INT-Fry and Bender’s apartment-About 2 hours later  The movie is just about over, but Fry and Leela have long since been asleep. Interestingly, Leela has fallen asleep with her head on Fry’s lap (inadvertently, of course). Fry is sitting upright with his head resting on the back of the couch. Anyway, back to the movie…


                  BOGART-ESQUE VOICE (o.s.)
         …I think that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.


As if on cue, Fry wakes up a beat after that line is spoken. He turns to the TV.


                  FRY
An attention-grabbing catchphrase like that has to mean that this (yawn) brilliant movie is over.


He claps his hands twice, and the TV turns off. The sound of a blender frantically whirring in the background is also heard after the double-clap. Fry, desperate to turn off the malfunctioning blender, searches for something to throw at it. He spots the video case and throws it off-screen. After a beat, we hear a crash, but no more blender whirring. He quietly sighs. Then, he notices that something is on his knee. When he looks down, he sees the sleeping Leela. He smiles, then places his hands behind his head. After letting out a small yawn, he falls asleep, the small smile still on his face.


Close in: On Leela’s head.

Dissolve to: Leela’s dream. It is strikingly similar (in a legally distinguishable way) to the airport scene towards the end of “Casablanca”. Leela (dolled up in ‘40s attire) is standing a few feet away from a small plane preparing to take off. The plane’s passenger?—why, it’s Noah (also dressed up as a ‘40s young go-getter). Before boarding the plane, Noah takes one last look at Leela.


                  NOAH
         Is this really it, Leela? Aren’t you gonna stop me?


Cut to: Leela. She has an uncertain look on her face, but stays silent.

Cut to: Noah. He has a depressed, somewhat crushed, look on his face. He slowly boards the plane. After he boards, the plane takes off.

Cut to: Leela. She puts her head down, looking like she is about to cry. Just then, a shadow emerges from the fog. As it comes closer to Leela, we see the faint outline of a man resembling Fry. He pats Leela on the shoulder. She turns.


                  FRY
         You still have me…


Leela sniffs. She mulls it over for a moment, and an expression (one that is difficult to describe—let’s call it a mix between realization and passion) (can you picture it?) comes over her face. She turns to Fry (who has a soft smile on his face) and, after a beat, leans in towards him. Fry does the same. Their lips are again mere centimeters apart, when suddenly, a voice is heard…


                  BENDER (v.o.)
         OH. YOUR. GOD.


The screen dissolves (I guess Leela can’t even get lucky in her dreams) back to the couch, although it is now early in the morning. Bender is standing behind the couch, with a shocked expression on his face. Fry is still sleeping on the couch, hands behind his head, satisfied expression still on his face. Leela wakes up. She lifts her head from Fry’s lap and turns towards Bender.


                  BENDER (cont.)
         Leela, you didn’t.

                  LEELA
         (confused) What?


She then turns to Fry, and sees the expression on his face.

                  LEELA
         No, of course not. (dubious) Did we?

                  BENDER
         Only one way to find out.


He opens his chest cabinet and takes out a bucket. He pours it on Fry’s head. Fry wakes up with a jolt.


                  FRY
         What was that for?!

                  BENDER
         Fry, how could you?!

                  FRY
         What?

                  LEELA
         Um, Fry, what Bender is trying to say is, um, heh…last night…did we?…

                  BENDER
         …get lucky last night?

                  FRY
         What? No!

         
Bender and Leela give a collective SIGH. Fry seems offended. He turns to Leela.


                  FRY
         Leela, you know that I’d never take advantage of you like that…right?

                  LEELA
         Of course I do, Fry…


Fry shakes his head and leaves the room, Bender following behind him.


                  LEELA
         (quietly; to herself) Of course I do…

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Please tell me what you think. I hope you could at least stand to read this...I know it's pretty dull.
Philp_J_Fry

Starship Captain
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« Reply #55 on: 09-13-2004 18:23 »

Yay Gorkys back! some cool writing there looking  foward to more.
JBERGES

Urban Legend
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« Reply #56 on: 09-15-2004 00:11 »

Good to see you back, Gorky,  and I always appreciate shameless plugs!  Of course the setups are always a bit insipid, that’s true for almost any author.  But they're required in order to set up(duh) the important parts.  That said, I have no problems with this section, though a setup piece must beget a significant piece, so I’m expectant for the next one.  Best of luck with your writer’s block, I too am experiencing that nuisance.
zomit

Starship Captain
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« Reply #57 on: 09-15-2004 01:04 »

Welcome back Gorky! This was a great addition to the story and I'd like to read some more soon.  smile
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #58 on: 09-15-2004 16:52 »
« Last Edit on: 09-15-2004 16:52 »

Thanks, all. Nice to know I have some loyal readers. Anyway, I've been trying to punch up some of my earlier parts of this script (adding more gags and less flat, dry plot-driving dialouge). I don't know if I've succeeded at all, but if any of you would like to re-read this script from the beginning (posted below, with the "improvements" I've made), please let me know if it's any better. Thanks in advance.

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Opening caption: Almost good enough to be called entertainment!

INT-Planet Express Building-Lounge-Evening  Fry and Bender are sitting on the couch watching TV, amid a coffee table covered in empty beer cans and magazines. They are watching “All My Circuits”, already in progress. Calculon is standing in front of two identical fembots.

                  
CALCULON (on TV)
(holding a gun; obviously melodramatic) But, how can be sure of which one of you is my love, and which one of you is an imposter?!

         FEMBOT #1 (on TV)
(monotone; taking one syllable at a time) That is easy. The real me was manufactured in the greatest country on Earth: Mexico.


The other Fembot (Fembot #2) falls apart after the above is spoken. She lays on the floor, her head above a pile of mechanical parts.

                  FEMBOT #1 (on TV)
         (monotone; one syllable at a time) Awww crap.


Cut To: Fry and Bender, still watching on the couch. Bender is fixated with the action taking place on the TV screen, but Fry is picking his nails, with a worried look on his face. He looks at the clock, then at the door.


                  FRY
(to Bender; concerned and obviously jealous) Man, Leela’s never gonna get back from her crummy date! Also, this plot is cliched and self-serving!

Bender is appalled. He stands up. His “jaw” drops, then falls off. A new one pops out in its place, accompanied by the usual cash register opening sound.

BENDER
(enraged) Get. Out.


Fry SIGHS, then gets up from the couch. He heads over to the Planet Express Kitchen. Bender shakes his head angrily and sits back down.


INT-Planet Express Building-Kitchen-Evening  Fry, still forlorn, opens up the refrigerator and takes out a six pack of SLURM. He looks at the clock on the wall. It reads 9:00.

Close in: On the clock. It still reads 9:00. We hear numerous cans of soda being opened, along with Fry drinking, occasionally burping. The big hand of the clock moves on the clock quickly, until it reaches the “1”. The time is 9:05.

Cut to: Fry. He is sitting at the kitchen table, amid six empty SLURM cans. He looks at the clock, then at the door, then at the clock again.


                  FRY
(looking at clock) Hmmm…it’s 9 o’clock. Well, Leela can’t be out for that much longer; I might as well wait up for her. I’ll wait up all night if I have to. Yup…(yawn) all night…


He stares blankly, his eyelids almost shut. In a split second, his face falls flat on the table. He starts YAWNING loudly.

Close in: On the clock. The time is still 9:05. Fry is still YAWNING--albeit, a bit quieter than before--as the hands on the clock move quickly, until they reach the 9:30 position.

Cut to: Fry, still asleep. His breathing is a bit calmer now. In the background, we can hear the light sound of a door opening. We then hear Leela’s voice.


                  LEELA
(in the background, though audible enough to understand) I had a great time tonight, Noah. (We can hear a short kiss in the background). ‘Night.


After the above is spoken, we hear the sound of two feet walking towards the kitchen. One pair is Leela’s petite steps; the other is Bender’s loud metallic feet CLANKING. After about 3 seconds of this sound, Leela and Bender reach the Planet Express Kitchen. They find Fry, still asleep at the table. His breathing has calmed down by now, and his breaths are barely audible.


                  


BENDER
(RE: Fry ; nonchalant) Well, it looks like he’s dead. Better get him outta here before he stinks up the place.

         LEELA
(rolling her eye) He’s not dead…I’ll prove it.


She walks over to him.


                  LEELA
         (to Bender) I heard that this used to work in the 20th century.


She pinches his nose, covering up his nostrils. After struggling for a while to breathe, he wakes up with a jolt, struggling for air.


                  FRY
         (yelling, not at anyone in particular) Hey! What was that for?!…
(he notices Leela; and becomes much calmer) Leela? Uh…I was just    out here not waiting for you. (trying to sound uninterested) So, how was your date?

         LEELA
(enthusiastic) It was great! He took me to Madison Cube Garden to see the Rolling Stones. It’s their “We Mean it This Time” farewell tour.

         FRY
So…you’re going out again?

         LEELA
Tomorrow night.

         FRY
(crushed; timidly) Ah…I see.

         LEELA
(a bit oblivious to Fry’s remark) Well, I better get home and get some shut-eye. (to Fry and Bender) See ya tomorrow.


She leaves the room. When she’s gone, Bender turns to Fry.


                  BENDER
         (trying to console Fry) Tough break, skintube…

He leaves the room as well, leaving Fry alone. Fry lets out a small SIGH.


INT-Planet Express Building-Conference Room-Morning-Continuous  The entire PE crew is seated at the conference table. (save Hermes, who is standing at the head of the table).


                  HERMES
And those are the 52-and-a-half reasons dat Zoidberg should not be allowed in da snack room.


         ZOIDBERG
(bawling) I thought the Twizzlers were free! I’m sorry! (he puts his head in his hands and starts SOBBING)

         HERMES
Moving on to less important business…(he turns to Fry, Leela, and Bender) You three got to go to get da Planet Express Ship waxed. (to Leela) Here’s 5 dollars. Take her to Vinnie’s All-Purpose Wax Emporium. It’s cheaper den da car wash.


Hermes turns to the rest of the PE crew.


                  HERMES
As for da rest of you, dere’s a new coffee maker in da snack room. Go bask in its caffeinated goodness. (turns to Zoidberg) Except for you, ya dirty lobster!


Zoidberg runs out of the room, sobbing. The rest of the PE crew (save Fry, Leela, and Bender) quickly walk out, apparently heading for the snack room. As they leave, we can hear them ad-libbing such things as “I call first dibs!”, “Liquid Nirvana, here I come!”, etc.


Cut to: Fry, Leela, and Bender. Leela puts Hermes’s five dollars in her pocket. She turns to Fry and Bender.


                  


LEELA
Well, it’s time to earn our minimum wage… the sooner we do that, the sooner we can get back and watch TV.

         BENDER
Did you say TV? I’m in.


She and Bender head towards the ship. Fry stays at the table for a moment, obviously thinking about something.


                  FRY
         (to Leela) Wait, Leela.


She turns back towards Fry, as Bender continues to walk towards the ship.


                  FRY (con’t.)
Ummm…do you think I can drive the ship? I want to show you that I can do it. Like the time I used it to move the stars around to say “I lo…”


Realizing his mistake, Fry cuts himself off short. Leela looks at him, expecting him to say more, but he just lets out a small SIGH. After a few awkward seconds, Leela heads towards the ship. Fry stays seated at the table.


                  FRY
         (sadly; to himself)…to say “I love you Leela”.


EXT-Vinnie’s All-Purpose Wax Emporium-Day  Leela has just finished waxing the ship, using what looks like a big Q-Tip covered in wax. She throws the Q-Tip in a nearby trash can. The can immediately tips over, but Leela obliviously heads back towards the ship, HUMMING.


INT-Planet Express Ship-Day-Cockpit-Continuous  Leela walks in to the ship’s cockpit. Fry is sitting in his usual spot, feet up above a console, with a depressed look on his face. Needless to say, Leela didn’t let him drive the ship. Bender is reading a magazine, ooohing and awwwing at various things. Leela heads towards the helm. Just as she is about to sit down, she looks back over at Fry. She shakes her head and lets out an almost inaudible SIGH. Then, she turns to Fry.

         

                  LEELA
(to Fry, obviously taking pity on him) Fry…(she takes a small breath) How would you like to take the helm for a few minutes?


Fry’s face immediately brightens. He gets up out of his seat and heads towards the helm, smiling. Before he sits down, he turns to Leela and:


                  FRY
         (to Leela) Thanks Leela. You won’t regret this.


He sits down, and after a beat, the ship is taking off.


                  FRY (cont.)
         Unless…

                  
We quickly cut to:


EXT-Leela’s Apartment Building-Day-Continuous  The Planet Express Ship has hit the wall of the building, leaving a gaping hole through the side of it. We can clearly see a door with the Apartment # 1I on it. Fry has crashed into Leela’s apartment. Leela is fuming. Bender is looting the various things that are on the ground, catapulted from the building after impact. Fry is standing mere feet away from Leela; a sorry look on his face.


                  FRY
(to Leela; nervous) Hey, you always wanted a window… (nervous laughter)


Leela gives him an ice-cold stare.


INT-Planet Express Building-Conference Room-Evening-Continuous  The entire PE crew (save Fry) is standing around a sitting Leela, who has her head in her hands, SOBBING. Fry is sitting directly opposite Leela, upset and obviously thinking about something.


Close in: On Leela and the rest of the PE crew (save Fry). She’s still quietly SOBBING. Amy, taking pity on her, speaks up.


                  AMY
         (trying to console Leela) Ohhh,…c’mon, it’ll be okay.


Leela lifts her head up from her hands. Her eye is noticeably red.


                  LEELA
(sniffling) I can’t believe this happened! Sure, the apartment was a little drab, but it had a TV…and a chair…uh, a bed…a bathroom…all the basics! Now I have nowhere to go. And I have a date tonight! What am I gonna do?


She starts SOBBING again. Zoidberg decides to take a whack at consoling Leela.


                  ZOIDBERG
(fatherly tone) There, there, Leela. At least you have friends who’ll take you in. (self-pitying) Not like Zoidberg!


He starts CRYING and runs out of the room. Leela takes her head out of her hands.


                  LEELA
         (sniffling) You know, he has a point.


She turns to Amy.


                  AMY
Sorry, Leela. Despite my vast fortune and high-paying job, I still live with my parents.


Leela turns to Hermes.


                  HERMES
Same here. I don’t think LaBarbara would approve of me bringing home another woman. No sir, not that again…


Leela turns to the Professor.


                  PROFESSOR
What are you looking at me for? I don’t run some sort of bed and breakfast! What do I look like, a Holiday Inn?! I hate you all! I’m going to bed!


He walks away slowly. We hear a bone CRACK.


                  PROFESSOR
         Owww…


Hermes and Amy go to see if the Professor is okay. On the way, we hear Hermes say “Oh great, now I have to get out the ‘Workplace Senility’ accident form!”


Cut to: The Conference Table. Leela puts her head down and starts CRYING again. Bender, the only co-worker still by her side, is about to leave. But suddenly, he looks at Fry, who is still upset. He turns back and looks at Leela, who is still crying. He SIGHS.


                  BENDER
(to Leela) Uhhh…Leela?…(some hesitation) You can come stay with me and Fry.


Leela, shocked, looks up at Bender. Fry walks over to Bender as well.


                  LEELA
         (to Bender) Stay with you?

                  BENDER
         (grabbing Fry) And Fry.


Fry smiles. Leela thinks it over for a second.


                  LEELA (v.o.)
I’m not sure about this. Living in the same apartment as Fry? Who knows what could happen? … But what other choice do I have? I need a place to stay until I find a new apartment. But on the other hand…


Just then, she looks up and notices that Fry and Bender are staring at her, confused by her long silence.

 
         LEELA
(aloud; a bit reluctant) Okay…I’ll do it.


Fry, Leela, and Bender shake on it.


                  LEELA
         I better go pack.


She leaves the room. Fry looks at Bender.


                  FRY
         Why’d you do that?

BENDER
I’ve hung around with you two organisms long enough to know that you’ve got a thing for her.

         FRY
Thanks, Bender. (he hugs him).

         BENDER
Ohhh…just remember this the next time I need a beer.


         FRY
I will buddy.

         BENDER
Great. (pause) Go get me one now.


Fry heads towards the kitchen.


                  BENDER
         I’m too nice for my own good.


He opens up his chest compartment and takes out Fry’s wallet.


                  BENDER (con’t.)
         Hee, hee…


INT-Robot Arms Apartments-Fry and Bender’s Apartment-Day-Continuous  Fry, Leela, and Bender are deciding on where Leela will sleep.


                  LEELA
         You mean you guys don’t have a guest room or something like that?

                  BENDER
Nope. We don’t even have a bathroom. ‘Cept for that.


He points to a bucket in the corner.


                  LEELA
         Ewww…

                  FRY
         Leela, you could always stay in my room. I’ll sleep on the couch.

                  LEELA
         Fry, that’s very sweet, but…

                  FRY
         No, really, it’s fine. Just let me get my pillow, and then she’s all yours.


Fry leaves to his room. Leela turns to Bender.


                  LEELA
That was so sweet of him. Why does he do stuff like that for me, Bender?


         BENDER
‘Cause he lov…(he cuts himself off) Uh, I mean, I don’t know, what’re you askin’ me for?


He walks away. Under his breath, he says “Stupid human emotions”. As he’s leaving, Fry returns, pillow in hand. He smiles at Leela. She looks at him, pauses for a moment, and then speaks.


                  LEELA
Thanks, Fry, for everything. Not just for giving up your room, but for, you know, everything. You’re the only person who’s ever treated me like a person, not some kind of cyclops. You’re always there when I need a friend. I don’t know how I can thank you.

         FRY
Leela, you don’t need to thank me. Seeing your smile every day is thanks enough.


They look at each other for a moment. Then, as if by magic, the two move closer together. Their lips are mere centimeters apart when…Leela’s wristamajiggy makes a loud mechanical BEEPING sound (awww, man…). She pulls away, and looks at the screen on her wristy thingy.


                  LEELA
(nervous laugh; blushing) Uh, it’s 5 o’clock. Gotta get ready for my date.

      
         FRY
Oh, right…


Leela leaves the room, heading for Fry’s. Fry heads towards the couch, and sits down.


Cut to: Fry’s room. Leela is standing in front of the mirror, fidgeting with her makeup. She makes sure that the bedroom door is shut, and then…


                  LEELA
(talking to herself) I can’t believe what almost happened out there. Why did that happen? I mean, we’re just friends…aren’t we?


Just then, a knock on the door is heard, followed by Fry’s voice.


                  FRY
         (depressed) Leela, you’re date’s here.


Leela’s brought out of her daze. She looks back at the door, than at the clock.


                  LEELA
Uh, thanks, I’ll be right out.


INT-Fry and Bender’s apartment room-Evening-Continuous  Fry and Noah, Leela’s date, are sitting on the couch, waiting for Leela. While waiting, they strike up a conversation.


                  FRY
         She’ll be right out.

                  NOAH
Yeah, well she better hurry up; our reservations are for 7. You know how broads are--it takes ‘em an hour to get ready for everything.

         FRY
You know, Leela’s an amazing person…

         NOAH
“Person”? Have you looked at her lately? The chick’s a cyclops for God’s sakes!

         FRY
(defensive) Now listen here, buddy…

         NOAH
Hey, hey, hey. Whadda you care if I think she’s a cyclops. I’m the one dating her, not you.


Fry lets the words sink in for a moment.


                  FRY
         (sigh) Yeah, you’re right…


Just then, Leela walks out. She heads towards Noah, who is now standing, and Fry, who is standing as well.


                  LEELA
         Fry, this is No…


Noah cuts her off.


                  NOAH
(interrupting) No need to introduce me, honey. “Fry” and I had a nice talk while you were getting ready. And besides, we have to get to the restaurant.


Just then, a RUMBLE of thunder is heard, and then the quiet sound of rain can be heard.


                  LEELA
         Oh man, it’s raining. And I still haven’t unpacked my coat yet.

                  NOAH
         Honey, it’s just a short walk out to the car. I’d give you my coat, but…

                  FRY
         (interrupting) Here Leela, take my coat.


He takes it off, and then walks over to Leela and puts it on her.


                  LEELA
         Fry, you didn’t have to…

                  FRY
         …Leela, it’s no problem, really. (trying to be sincere) Enjoy your date.


Leela looks into Fry’s eyes for a moment (as Fry exchanges the glance), but is pulled back in to reality when…


                  NOAH
         Dear, we really have to get going. (insincere) Nice meeting you, Fry.


Noah pulls Leela away, and they head towards the door. Leela mouths the words “Thank you”, and Fry smiles at her. He continues smiling at her, until both she and Noah are out the door. Then he SIGHS quietly.


Cut to: Fry sitting on the couch, watching TV with Bender. It’s about an hour later, and “All My Circuits” is on. A funeral is taking place, with Calculon in the casket.


                  ROBOT PRIEST (on TV)
As we are gathered here on this solemn occasion, let us remember the words of the almighty Robo-Jesus. Ahem…10001110000110001100110010…


Cut to: Fry and Bender, on the couch. Fry is obviously thinking about something, while Bender is watching the “action” unfold on screen. Fry SIGHS loudly, obviously trying to get Bender’s attention. When Bender shows no response, Fry COUGHS loudly. Still no response. Fry loudly shouts “AHEM”, and Bender finally comes to attention.


                  BENDER
         WHAT?!

                  FRY
         Sorry, I was just trying to get your attention.

                  BENDER
You were? Sheesh Fry, if you want anyone to pay attention to you, ya gotta stop being so subtle.

         FRY
Less subtle, huh? Well here it goes. BENDER, CAN YOU TURN THE TV OFF SO I CAN TALK TO YOU FOR A SEC’?

         BENDER
Now was that so hard? (he turns the TV off) What’s on your mind, buddy?

         FRY
Bender, I’m worried that this guy Leela’s dating is gonna use her, just like all the other guys she’s ever been with.

         BENDER
So?…

         FRY
So what should I do?

         BENDER
How should I know? What do I look like, an Oprah Bot?

         FRY
I dunno. What’s an Oprah Bot look like?

         BENDER
Look Fry, the point is, I can’t tell you what to do. The only person who can tell you what to do is you. Listen to your heart. (pause) Oh my God, I am an Oprah Bot.

         FRY
You know what Bender--you’re smarter than you look.

         BENDER
And you’re dumber than you sound. Now go get me some booze.

         FRY
Can do.


He heads towards the fridge.

                  BENDER
         Works every time.


INT-Fry and Bender’s apartment-Night-About 10 o’clock  Bender is long since asleep, and Fry is starting to doze off on the couch. He YAWNS, and then is fast asleep.

Close in: On Fry’s head. He is MUMBLING something, and seems to be having a dream. The screen distorts, and we are in Fry’s dream.

In Fry’s dream, we can see his message in the stars “I Love You Leela” (from “Time Keeps on Slipping”). He looks at it, saying:


                  DREAM FRY
That’s how I must have done it! I moved the stars themselves to write her a love note in the sky!


Leela’s voice comes on over the intercom:


                  DREAM LEELA (v.o.)
         Detonation in 3, 2, 1…


                  DREAM FRY
         Nooo!!!

His masterpiece implodes, never to be seen again. He begins crying, thinking that now Leela will never see his message. Suddenly, Leela taps Fry on the shoulder. He looks up, tears in his eyes.


                  DREAM LEELA
         I saw it, Fry.


She locks him in a passionate kiss. It lasts for what seems like forever. Finally, Leela pulls away gently.


                  DREAM LEELA
         I love you…

Suddenly, the screen changes to black. Fry, Leela, and Noah are floating in the abyss.


                  DREAM LEELA
         …Noah.


She locks Noah in the same kiss she had Fry in only moments ago. Fry is obviously crushed.

Cut to: Fry and Bender’s apartment room-Night -about 10 minutes later  We hear the door open, and Leela saying goodbye to Noah. We hear a quick kiss in the background, and the door quietly shuts. Fry remains sleeping on the couch, although he has a distressed look on his face. Leela, trying to be mindful of Fry, quietly heads towards the coat closet.


                  LEELA
         Better put Fry’s jacket back.


She opens the closet door. But, the room is dark, making it hard to see. She reaches for a hanger to put the coat on, but accidentally knocks over a box on the closet shelf. It falls to the floor with a small crash. Leela finishes hanging the coat up, then turns to the box on the floor. Curious, she opens it up. She is in awe of what she sees.


                  LEELA
         Ohhh…


The box, labeled simply “LEELA”, contains assorted knick-knacks--things that remind Fry of Leela. Some of the items include Fry’s wedding ring from “Time Keeps on Slipping”, a few assorted candy hearts from “Love and Rocket” (except for the “U Leave Me Breathless” heart, which he gave to Leela), and the photo of Fry, Leela, and Zoidberg from “The Devil’s Hands Are Idle Playthings”. Leela looks at the contents of the box, then at the sleeping Fry. She gently places the lid back on the box, then places it back on the shelf, with a small smile on her face. She walks over to Fry, and gives him a small kiss on the cheek. The distressed look on Fry’s face vanishes, and is replaced by a small smile. Leela walks away, headed towards Fry’s room.


INT-Fry and Bender’s apartment-Morning-Continuous  Fry and Bender (still in their PJs) are eating breakfast in the “kitchen”, which is essentially a small table with two chairs. Fry is seated, reading the paper, while Bender is standing, drinking something in a tall mug.


                  BENDER
         Mmm…that’s some gooood Pennzoil.

                  FRY
(reading the paper) Oh my God—Mary Worth said ‘damn’! Oh no, wait, that says ‘dawn’. Aww…I thought that old lady finally snapped!


Just then, Leela walks in, wearing a less-than-revealing robe over her pajamas (sorry, boys).


                  LEELA
         G’ Morning. Sorry I slept in so late…I got in at almost 10:30 last night.

FRY
         No problem. (to himself; surprised) Ten thirty?…


She pours herself something from a coffee pot, and than takes a sip. She immediately spits it out, and it splatters all over Bender’s eyes. Undaunted, he cleans it off with a pair of built-in windshield wipers.


                  LEELA
         Sorry, Bender. But what is this stuff?

                  FRY
Oil. It’s not so bad once you get past the awful taste and the heart palpitations.


He takes a sip from his mug. His eyes bug out and he starts pounding on his chest for a moment, struggling to breathe. Finally, he returns to reading the paper, the outburst over.


                  FRY
         Mmm…goes down smooth.


Leela sits down at the table, taking the only available seat, opposite Fry. She picks up part of the newspaper and starts reading. Fry notices that she’s reading the real estate section.


                  FRY
         Whatcha’ reading?

                  LEELA
The real estate section. I was thinking of looking for an apartment today. You know, since it’s Sunday and I don’t have work or a date or anything.

         FRY
(dejected)Oh…right. You gotta look for a place…(his demeanor changing to surprise). Wait, you don’t have a date tonight?

         LEELA
Nope. Noah has some kind of meeting or something.

         FRY
Oh…

         LEELA
Well, I better get dressed. I gotta get out and look for a place before all the good ones are taken.


Fry ponders something for a moment, as Leela gets up from her seat.


                  FRY
Umm…Leela? Do you mind if I tag along? Uh, I mean…(trying to sound macho) I wouldn’t want you getting cheated or anything.


Leela sort of laughs to herself, much to her surprise. She contemplates his offer for a moment, and then…


                  LEELA
         Sure, why not? Try to be ready in half-an-hour.


She leaves the room. Fry waits for a beat, and then, when he is sure Leela is gone…

                  FRY
         (quietly to himself; obviously thrilled) Yes, yes, yes!


EXT-New New York Streets-Late Morning  We pan along the streets with Fry and Leela (newspaper in hand) as they walk to their first destination. It is apparently autumn, judging by the color of the sky and the occasional leaf blowing around, and Fry and Leela are both wearing jackets. Fry is in his usual attire (although it’s zipped up for a change), while Leela is wearing her green jacket.


                  FRY
         So, where are we off to?

                  LEELA
         I wanted to check out this place. It’s only a block away.


She hands Fry the real estate section that she’s holding in her hand. He looks it over.


                  FRY
         (reading) Hmm…modest, one bedroom apartment; price negotiable.


Cut to: The “Modest, One Bedroom Apartment”-Day-Continuous  The apartment is a complete pigsty. The widows are broken, there are stains on the walls, and a sink in the background is spitting out water upward like a fountain. A realtor stands next to Fry and Leela.


                  LEELA
         I’ll give you a quarter and this old sock I found under Fry’s bed.

                  FRY
         Hey!

                  REALTOR
Woo-hoo! Our best offer yet! USA! USA! (he starts doing some sort of victory dance)


Fry and Leela stare at him, a bit frightened. They slowly back out the door, still gawking at the spectacle before them.

Cut to: New New York Streets-Day  We pan with Fry and Leela again as they walk up the sidewalk. Leela is looking at the newspaper again.


                  FRY
         Okay, so that didn’t go so hot. What’s next?

                  LEELA
         (glancing at the newspaper) Uh…how about this one?


She hands Fry the paper. He looks it over.


                  FRY
(reading) Spacious, one-bedroom apartment…(surprised) free or best offer?…


Cut to: The “Spacious, one-bedroom Apartment”-Day-Continuous  It is a beautiful apartment. Fry, Leela, and a realtor are standing in the living room, which contains a huge plasma screen TV.


                  LEELA
         (in awe) It’s beautiful…(suspicious) Wait, what’s the catch?

                  REALTOR
         Oh, there’s no catch.


Loud, obnoxious laughing is heard—it’s coming from the ceiling.


                  REALTOR
Except that Roseanne’s head is your upstairs neighbor.


Cut to: The New New York Streets (again…) Fry and Leela are walking up the street for a third time. A shrill wind is blowing, and Leela finds herself rubbing her hands together to keep warm. Fry notices this, and he gently places Leela’s hand in his, attempting to keep it warmer. He smiles at Leela, and she musters up a sort of half-smile herself. It’s actually a very sweet tableau, the two of them silently walking up the street on a cold autumn’s day, holding hands. Leela breaks the awkward silence.


                  LEELA
(trying to hide her nervousness) Um, this is the last place that I wanna check out.


She hands Fry the paper. Again, he looks it over.


                  FRY
         (reading) Small, one-bedroom apartment.


Cut to: The “Small, One Bedroom Apartment”-Late afternoon-Continuous  The apartment is almost identical the Leela’s old one (1I). Fry is checking the apartment out, while Leela talks to the realtor.


                  LEELA
         How much?

                  REALTOR
         $275 a month. Also, you get this free loofah.

         
He holds a loofah up.


                  LEELA
         Ooo…(regaining her composure) Wait, what’s the catch?

                  REALTOR
         No catch.

                  LEELA
No broken windows, no obnoxious (to camera) but hilarious                            (normal) dismembered heads for neighbors?

                  REALTOR
         Nope.

                  

                  LEELA
         (still a bit skeptical) I don’t know…


Fry pokes his head out of the bathroom doorway.


                  FRY
         Hey look, Leela, a free toilet brush!

                  LEELA
         Is it lightweight and durable?

                  FRY
         Yup.

                  LEELA
         (to realtor) Sold!

                  REALTOR
         Terrific! She’ll be ready in two days.

                  LEELA
         Great!

                  FRY
         Yeah, great! (to himself) Just great…


EXT-New New York Streets-Early Evening  Fry and Leela are walking back towards “home”, in silence. Fry finally musters up the courage to ask Leela something.


                  FRY
Umm…Leela? I know it’s getting late out and everything, but…do    you want to grab a bite to eat or something? Not like a date or anything, but…as friends?


Leela contemplates his offer for a moment. She sighs quietly, and then responds.


                  LEELA
         (a bit uneasy) As friends? Sure…where’s the harm in that?

                  FRY
(dejected) I understand…(excitedly realizing) Wait, did you say yes?!


Leela nods.


                  FRY (con’t.)
         Woo-hoo!

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So, whadda you think?

EDIT: Just noticed that the Bender's jaw dropping gag is similar to one used by you, JBERGES. Sorry about that, man (I'll cut it out, if you'd like).
 
leelaholic

Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #59 on: 09-15-2004 20:48 »

Great fic, Gorky. You've really got talent!
 
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I demand that someone should do a picture of that moment!   laff
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #60 on: 09-16-2004 21:01 »
« Last Edit on: 09-16-2004 21:01 »

Thanks, leelaholic. Awesome picture, too (I must say, you also have talent, there)!

Okay, like I said, I'm suffering from a serious case of writer's block. But, I got another idea for a fic, and I've already started writing it. It's my version of the possibly likely in the future Futurama Movie. I know that it's not wise to be writing 2 fics at a time, but I wanted to pounce on this idea before I lose it. Here's what I have so far...

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Cold Opening

(Cut scene of the Planet Express Building)

(We hear Nibbler’s voice, as he narrates)

Nibbler: The world of tomorrow—a world inhabited by hemped up, apish morons… better known as humans. It is a world different from that of past centuries—robots and humans live together in harmony…

(Cut to a shot of Bender and Fry sitting together on the Planet Express couch watching TV. As Nibbler continues narrating, the two stare vacantly at the screen. Fry occasionally scratches himself and Bender sometimes takes a swig from a bottle of beer or a drag from his cigarette)

Nibbler: Take, for example, this bending robot. (close in on Bender)  His name, Bender. His job, … um, I’ll get back to you on that. (close in on Fry) Anyway, Bender’s best friend, Fry, is the delivery boy for this, the Planet Express Delivery Service. Fry is a dilligent…(Fry scratches himself)…um, somewhat productive…(Fry burps)…semi-interested…(Fry picks his nose)

Nibbler (cont.): (frustrated)…You have to work with me here, Fry! Ugh, forget it. Let’s get to the more productive employees.

(Scene changes to Leela working on the Planet Express ship)

Nibbler: Ah, Leela, the captain of the Planet Express ship. The most beautiful woman…er, alien…er, mutant in Fry’s world…much to her dismay.

(Scene changes to the Planet Express crew sitting at the conference table, Hermes at the head. After a beat, the camera closes in on Hermes)

Nibbler: This is Hermes, the bureaucratic tightwad of the bunch. He manages the finances of the company for his less-than-able employer, Professor Hubert Farnsworth.

(Cut to the Professor. He’s fast asleep. After lingering on the shot for a beat, the camera moves towards Amy and Zoidberg—conveniently seated next to each other.)

Nibbler: Rounding out this bunch of baffoons, Amy Wong, the rich staff intern from Mars, and Dr. John Zoidberg, the um…”highly qualified” staff physician.

(Pull out to reveal the entire conference table and its occupiers)

Nibbler: Believe it or not, the fate of our world, our universe, lies in the hands of these seven weirdos. End transmission.

(The screen changes to static, then the familiar opening theme starts)

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Opening Caption: Now a major motion picture…really

Cartoon Clip: The final seconds of “The Devil’s Hands are Idle Playthings”


(Fry, Leela, and Bender are sitting on the PE couch watching TV. Linda and Morbo are on.)

Morbo(reminiscent of a certain morning talk show diva): So Morbo Jr. called me in, and wouldn’t you know it, the thing was this big! Oh, it was the cutest thing. When he flushes, he says (classic Morbo) I WILL DESTROY YOU!

(Cut back to Fry, Leela, and Bender. Just then, the Professor walks in. He has a paper pinned to his forehead)

Farnsworth: Good news, everybody! You were supposed to be sent on a deadly mission to a distant planet, but I lost the paper with the directions, so that means….

Leela: Um…Professor?

Farnsworth: What?

Bender: Enough with your mindless chit-chat! Give it here!

(Bender’s arms extend to the Professor’s forehead. He takes the pin out and takes the paper. When he does this, the puncture hole from the pin starts leaking air.)

Bender: Oops. Sorry.

(Bender puts the pin back in the Professor’s forehead. He reels his arms back to their original length He hands the paper to Leela.)
   
Leela: Hmm…”Planet Eternium”?…Never heard of it.

(Cut to Nibbler—diaper, cape, the whole routine--sitting in the corner near the doorway. When he hears Leela’s words, he runs out the doorway frantically)

(Cut to the Conference Room. Hermes is at the table’s head, with Leela, Fry, Bender, and the Professor seated)

Hermes: As you already know, today’s mission is to Planet Eternium.

Fry(confused): It is?

Leela: What Fry means is, what’s the mission?

Hermes: You all ‘ll be deliverin’ dis crate.

(Scruffy wheels out a cart with a crate on it. The crate has the words: “No Peeking” written in huge block letters on it)

Bender (to Scruffy): Who are you?

Scruffy: Scruffy, the janitor.

Farnsworth: I’m sorry, “Scruffy”, but the Conference Room is for employees only.

Scruffy: But Scruffy is

Bender: Get the hell out!

(Scruffy leaves dejectedly, and Hermes walks over to the crate.)

Fry: So, what’s in the box?

Hermes: For the love of Jah, can’t you read, man?!

Bender: I think it’s pretty obvious that he can’t.

Hermes: It says, “No Peeking”. What kind of bureaucrat would I be if I let you peek!?

Fry: Um…a bad one?

Bender: Hey, he got one!

Leela: Enough snappy one-liners, you two. Let’s get going.

(Leela gets up, followed by Fry and Bender. Hermes stops them.)

Hermes: Leela and Fry, you go ahead. Bender has to stay here and walk Dr. Zoidberg.

(Cut to Zoidberg. He is holding a leash and jumping around like a yippy dog)

Zoidberg: C’mon! We have to find that squirrel that stole my acorns yesterday!

(He runs out of the room. Bender slowly follows, his head “bent” down. The camera cuts back to Hermes, Leela, and Fry)

Hermes (to himself; shaking his head): Heh, heh, again with the acorns…

(He notices Fry and Leela staring at him awkwardly. Hermes coughs, and then recomposes himself.)

Hermes: Get outta here.

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So, what do you guys think?

Philp_J_Fry

Starship Captain
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« Reply #61 on: 09-17-2004 00:20 »

Yay best writing yet looking foward to more
JBERGES

Urban Legend
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« Reply #62 on: 09-17-2004 00:26 »

Two fics at once? 
*Looks at stagnant document on his computer*
Show off.

 
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EDIT: Just noticed that the Bender's jaw dropping gag is similar to one used by you, JBERGES. Sorry about that, man (I'll cut it out, if you'd like).
Eh, it's different enough.  Let's just argue about which one's better  big grin... 

As for the new stuff, I like the concept a lot.  You’re setting up for a movie though, which is quite a long haul for writing.  Again I say, best of luck.

Favorite Part:  "Enough snappy one-liners" I just picture that being said so incredibly deadpan.  Perfect for Leela.

However, what's up with Bender walking Zoidberg?  That seemed out of place.

Looking forward to more, of either story.
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #63 on: 09-17-2004 15:44 »
« Last Edit on: 09-17-2004 15:44 »

Thanks, both of you. As for your question, JBERGES, I needed to get Bender out of the picture, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Yeah, it is rather out of place, but I kind of like it. I can assure you, if I come up with a different set-up, I'll change it.

Anyway, I'm working on my first fic (the nameless one--any title suggestions welcome), and I'll try to get some more of it up sometime over the weekend--maybe even tonight, if I find the time.
leelaholic

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« Reply #64 on: 09-17-2004 17:44 »

 
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Thanks, leelaholic. Awesome picture, too (I must say, you also have talent, there)!
Thanks. And nice work on the fanfic!
Gorky

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« Reply #65 on: 09-18-2004 13:21 »
« Last Edit on: 09-18-2004 13:21 »

Thanks, leelaholic. Anyway, I couldn't advance my first story, but I did have some luck with my movie script. Here's part two:

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(Cut scene of the Planet Express Ship taking off from the hangar.)

(Cut to the ship’s interior. Fry and Leela are at their normal positions—Leela at the helm and Fry with his feet up on the console)

Fry: So, where’s this Planet Eternium… place?

Leela: I’m not sure, so I need full concentration. That’s why I’m going to distract you with a logical diversion. Here.

(She throws Fry a cymbal-crashing monkey toy—similar to the one seen in “Obsoletely Fabulous”. He catches it.)

Fry: Cool, a monkey! And he has a pair of cymbals…how cute.

(The sound of a clock ticking is heard.)

Fry(to Leela): Okay, I’m bored. Now what?

Leela: Fry!

Fry: Fine, fine. I’ll just sit here quietly, like a good little boy.

(Fry puts on a child-like sneer and turns his back to Leela. After a beat, he turns back to Leela, who is back to steering the ship. His expression changes to a soft smile. He leans back in his chair and pulls out a small photo from his inside coat pocket. It is a snapshot of Bender extending his arm out over a cliff. Fry and Leela are dangling in his fingers. The three are all smiling at the camera. Fry smiles, looking at the picture for a few beats. Just then, the ship comes to a sudden halt. Fry flings forward into the console. He recomposes himself, puts the picture back in his pocket, and gets up to see what’s going on.)

Fry(to Leela): What was that? Did we hit a deer… that can fly…and live in space?…without air?

Leela: What? No! There’s just some hold up.

(She points to a line of at least a hundred halted ships, all of them being held up by some unknown obstruction.)

Fry: Wow. I wonder what’s up?

(We cut to the first ship in the long line. It is a pick-up “truck”, with its trunk door unlatched. Behind the trunk, there is a group of chickens with space helmets on. Sal, in a space suit, is chasing them, trying to coax them back into the truck.)

Sal: Gets backs heres!

(We cut back to Fry and Leela in the Planet Express ship.)

Fry: (panicked) We’ll be stuck here forever! (to Leela; mellow) So, who’s gonna eat who first?

Leela: Don’t worry, Fry. I’ll get us out of this.

(She presses a button and the ship travels upwards, above all the others. The ship then speeds away into the darkness of space. We stay on the traffic jam. It just so happens that the ship behind where the PE ship once stood is the Nimbus. We cut to the interior.)

Zapp: Kif, how did they do that?

Kif: Well, sir, in the year 2197, scientists enabled ships to travel in three dimensions. In fact, we could easily…

Zapp: Enough with your technical mumbo-jumbo! Anyway, while we’re stuck in this very sexual predicament, why don’t you give me a sponge bath?

(Zapp starts taking his shirt off, as Kif sighs his same old sigh.)

(We cut back to Fry and Leela in the Planet Express ship. The two are back at their regular positions.)

Fry: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

Leela: I told you, yes, dammit! That’s why I need your help unloading the crate! C’mon.

(Fry gets up and the two head for the unloading dock of the ship. We cut to the unloading dock. The crate is on the ground, about 5 feet from a hover dolly.)

Leela: Let’s get it on the hover-dolly.

Fry: Gotcha.

(Fry attempts to pick up one end of the crate. He can only lift it about 2 inches above the ground, and even then, he struggles. Leela grabs the other end, lifting it about 2 feet in the air with ease. The two carry it to the hover dolly. Right after it is placed on the dolly, an exhausted Fry collapses.)

Leela: Meh.

(She nonchalantly lifts him up, and places him on top of the crate. She then “wheels” the dolly out of the ship and out to the planet’s surface.)

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Not much going on at the moment (same with everything else I've ever written), but I thought I'd get some feedback from you guys. Seriously, your support is what keeps me going. Thanks, guys.   
leelaholic

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« Reply #66 on: 09-18-2004 13:38 »

Heh, cool. I like the monkey joke.
Gorky

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« Reply #67 on: 09-18-2004 19:23 »
« Last Edit on: 09-18-2004 19:23 »

Thanks. Surprisingly, I was able to get a bit more of my fic done (again, it's a go-nowhere plot at this point, but when I get to part four, you should be able to see where the story is going), so here it is.

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Leela: Woah…

(We see the planet from Leela’s POV. It is beautiful, the same pinnacle of architectural excellence that was seen in both “The Day the Earth Stood Stupid” and “The Why of Fry”. Leela attempts to wake Fry up so he can behold the beauteous sight.)

Leela: (gently) Fry? Fry, wake up… Fry?

(Aggravated, Leela “accidentally” tilts the hover dolly, causing Fry to fall off the side with a loud thud. After a beat, he shakily gets up.)

Fry: What up?

(He looks up and sees the Nibblonians’ utopia.)

Fry: Neat.

(The two stand in awe for a moment.)

Leela: C’mon…let’s go.

(They head towards a large dome. After a few short seconds, they reach the door.)

Fry: How do you know that this is where we’re supposed to make the delivery?

(Leela points to a sign on the wall next to the door that reads, “This is Where You’re Supposed To Make The Delivery”.)

Fry: Ah.

(Leela reaches to press the doorbell. Fry gently takes her hand.)

Fry: Let me handle this…

(Fry presses the doorbell and quickly leaps behind a plant conveniently placed right next to the door. He snickers. The bell rings, and immediately afterwards, the ground unlatches and Leela falls into the abyss. Fry jumps out from behind the plant.)

Fry: Leela? Leel…ahhhhhh!

(He inadvertently takes a step and falls into the same abyss. We cut to a black. We can hear Fry and Leela.)

Leela: Where are we? I can’t see a thing.

Fry: Hold on. I think I have some matches in my pocket.

(Beat.)

Leela: That’s not your pocket…

(Beat, we here the sound of someone striking a match, and then a small light illuminates the immediate area where Leela and Fry are.)

Fry: (sheepishly) Heh, heh…there we go.

Leela: Ugh. Let’s get going.

(They get up and start walking to screen right, Leela following Fry. After a few beats of the two walking, Fry trips over something (and, in effect, Leela  trips over Fry).)

Voice: Watch it!

(The sound of a switch being flicked on is heard, and—believe it or not—a light turns on. It illuminates an image of Leela on top of Fry (Um…yeah…I shamefully admit…in that position) with a cloaked figure, about a foot- and- a-half in height before them. Without noticing the figure, Leela gets off of Fry; both of them have an embarassed/nervous smile on their faces. Leela helps Fry up, and the two of them brush themselves off. Then, they notice the figure.)

Fry/Leela: (gasp)

(The figure takes the hood of his cloak off. Under the hood, Nibbler is revealed.)

Leela: Nibbler?

(He shakes his head.)

Fry: But…but…

(Nibbler motions for them to come with him. Fry and Leela look at each other for a moment, questioning whether or not they should follow, but in the end they do.)

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That'll probably be it for tonight (yes, you're free), but I may have some more later on tomorrow.
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #68 on: 09-19-2004 18:50 »
« Last Edit on: 09-20-2004 00:00 »

I got some more of my story done, so here it is. Forgive the double-post, but we had a deal. I make you read this, and then I have an afterlife of eternal damnnation. Now, without further ado, I bring you Gorky Crapfest Version 2.0...

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(We cut to the conference room of sorts (the room with the row of chairs, each with a different cloaked Nibblonian seated). Nibbler, Fry, and Leela stand in the middle of the room, before all of the other Nibblonians. Two of the Nibblonians, a male named Ken and a female named Fiona step forward and join Nibbler.)

Fiona(to Fry and Leela): Why don’t you two have a seat?

(He points to two small, pink chairs, suited for a Nibblonian, not a human.)

Leela: Um…we’re good.

(The two stay standing, in front of the Nibblonians.)

Nibbler: Good. I think we’re ready to begin.

All seated Nibblonians: We are the Nibblonians.

Nibbler: We are the Nibblonians.

All seated Nibblonians: Our species has been here since the dawn of time.

Nibbler: Our species has been here since the dawn of time.

All seated Nibblonians: These are…

Ken(to seated Nibblonians): Enough! (to Nibbler) As you were saying?…

Nibbler: These are the two heads of our society: Ken and Fiona (he motions to the two of them, respectively). I am Lord Nibbler.

Fry: Wait, wait, wait. Your real name is Nibbler?

Leela: That’s a very convenient coincidence.

Nibbler: (coughs, then nervously) Yes…coincidence. Heh, heh…

Fiona: I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’ve brought you here, so we’ll get to the point.

Ken: Since the universe began, we have been at constant war with…

(Dramatic music plays as a projection screen drops behind Ken, Fiona, and Nibbler. Ken clicks a button on a control he gets from his pocket. An image of the Brain Spawn appears on the screen.)

Ken(cont.): The Brain Spawn!

Fry: The brains! (to Leela) I told you about them, and you couldn’t remember…remember?

Leela: Wait a second…

Nibbler(interjecting): I’m sure this all must be very confusing for you.

Leela: Everything’s confusing for Fry!

(Nibbler jumps up to give Leela a high-five as the rest of the Nibblonians laugh in the background. Leela has a self-satisfied smile on her face and Fry looks dejected.)

Ken: (laughs; then wipes away a tear) Anyway, about two years ago, the Brain Spawn invaded Earth. (he turns to Leela) Leela, you have no memory of the invasion, because of the Brain’s stupifaction rays—they rendered you mindless for a period, and, after the Brains fled, they erased your memory of the event. Same goes for everyone else on Earth.

Fiona: (turns to Fry) Except for you, Fry.

Fry: But why? Is it because I poured that sour milk in my ears?

(Fry tilts his head to one side, and slow-moving sour milk pours from his ears, accompanied by the obvious sound effect.)

Nibbler: Fry, your memory wasn’t effected because you lack the Delta Brainwave. Normally, the Brains attack this wave, causing the loss of mind and memory.

Leela: Wait, how can Fry not have the Delta Brainwave?

Ken: Do you remember when you accidentally traveled back in time and Fry inadvertently…um…did the horizontal swing with his own grandmother?

Fry: The what-now?

Ken(cont.): Because of Fry’s actions in the past, he became his own grandfather, causing genetic abnormalities—including the lack of the brainwave.

Fry: And this.

(Fry stuffs his fist into his mouth. With his other hand, he lifts up his shirt, revealing his bellybutton. His hand reappears, waving to the Nibblonians, out of his navel. After a beat, he quickly pulls his hand back through his navel and out his mouth.)

Leela: Okay. So, what does this have to do with me?

(Ken, Nibbler, and Fiona exchange nervous looks. Then, after a small collective sigh, they turn to Fry and Leela. Ken hits a button on the control, and a still image of Fry in the cryogenic tube appears.)

Ken: Fry, do you recall how you came to the future?

Fry: Of course. I fell into that freezer-mabob and stayed there for 1000 years—until the year 3000.

Fiona: Correct. And, do you remember how you fell into the tube in the first place?

Fry: I leaned back on my chair and it accidentally tipped over and knocked me into the tube. Right?

Nibbler: (nervous) Not quite…

Fry: Damn. Well, at least I’m 1 for 2, anyway.

Leela: Wait, wait. What do you mean, “Not quite…”?

Nibbler: (sighs) Fry, you didn’t end up in the future through coincidence.

(Ken hits the button on the control and an image of Fry leaning back in his chair is seen. A clock behind him slowly counts down from 10.)

Nibbler: Back in the year 2000, our sages foresaw that, 1000 years hence, the Brain Spawn would formulate multiple attacks on the universe. You were our only hope to save the people of the year 3000. I…I pushed you into the tube.

(The clock in the background of the projection screen reaches 0. Then, the camera cuts to the image seen in “Jurassic Bark”—Fry and Nibbler’s shadows. We see Fry knocking himself into the tube. Ken pauses the image there.)

Fry: Wait, that’s not you…that’s that guy…I play him. (sudden realization) Me! How did I push me into the tube?

Leela: And what does this have to do with me?

Ken: Watch.

(Ken goes back several minutes in the tape—a task that takes about 5 seconds. He plays the tape. It is the section from the episode “The Why of Fry” where Fry has just rematerialized to prevent Nibbler from freezing him. It is transcribed below.)

(Behind Nibbler, in the corner of the desk Fry appears and grabs him.)

Fry: Hold up. How did I go back in time?

(Ken pauses the tape.)
 
Nibbler: Fry, for a thousand years the Brain Spawn were busy collecting all of the information in the universe, planning on using it to destroy the universe. We enlisted your help, and, after discovering that it was I who froze you, you went back in time to prevent it—with the help of the Brains.

Fry: Why can’t I remember any of that, then?

Nibbler: After saving the universe, I blanked your memory to prevent my true identity from being exposed.

Fry: Ah. Wait, what?

(Ken resumes the tape.(NOTE: Everything below in brackets transpires on the screen and is taken staright from “The Why of Fry”))

[Fry: Gotcha!

(Nibbler squeals.)

Nibbler: I don't understand.

Fry: Yes you do! You came back in time to knock me into that freezer. Now I came back in time to stop you.

Nibbler: I did not come back in time. My people lack that ability.

Fry: But, I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop.

Nibbler: Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. You will meet me when I'm a thousand years older.

Fry: Not if you don't freeze me.

(Past Fry sits down on the chair and puts his feet up on the desk.)

Nibbler: Please. Our sages foresee that in a thousand years, at one moment, the fate of the universe will depend on you. Since you will not live that long I must freeze you now.

Fry: Well, why couldn't you just ask me?

Nibbler: We were afraid you would refuse.

Fry: Of course not, I love the future.

Nibbler (choking): Then why are you choking me right now?

Fry: Because I don't like being used.

Nibbler: Well now it's your choice. Is there nothing in the future worth saving?

Fry: Leela. But she doesn't think much of me.

Nibbler: Ah, she must be the other.

Fry: Wha?

(Past Fry's chair starts to tumble back. Future Fry holds the leg.)

Nibbler: You must not give up on her. I am stationed on a distant world known as Vergon 6. But if you return to the future I will transfer to Earth to give you what help I can.

(Outside, the countdown to New Year begins.)

Fry: You really think I would have had a chance with Leela?

Nibbler: You must choose. The present or the future? To save yourself? Or to save Leela?

(The countdown reaches 1. Past Fry leans back on his chair and blows his party blower. Future Fry blows the chair and Past Fry tumbles back into the cryotube. He freezes.)]

(Ken presses a button on the control and the projection screen rolls up, off-screen. He puts the control in his pocket.)

Leela(softly; to Fry): You gave up your old life…for me?

(Fry nods. The two just look at each other for a moment…we know that something special is happening between them at that moment. But, before we can find out what, Ken interjects. Fry and Leela turn to him.)

Ken: So, that’s what happened.

Leela: Wait a second. What was that you said…about me being “the other”?

Fiona: 1000 years ago, our sages also forsaw that, in the future, the fate of the universe would depend on two. Fry…and you.

(Fry and Leela exchange confused looks.)

Ken: And, finally, that leads us to why we brought you here. The time is near. Soon, the Brain Spawn will once again unleash an attack on the universe. You two are our only hope.

Nibbler: But, that’s a whole other story. Tomorrow, we will prepare you for your mission. Now, it is getting late. You two should be getting to bed. (He claps his hands.) Gaurds!

(Two armored Nibblonians come forward. They take Leela and Fry out of the room, down a corridor, and to a door. They open it for them.)

Guard: There’s only one bed, so you two will have to share.

(Fry and Leela exchange looks, and then they shut the door. The gaurds leave. We cut back to Nibbler and Ken.)

Nibbler: Do you think they’ll fulfill the prophecies?

(The sound of bedsprings squeaking frantically is heard in the background. Ken and Nibbler exchangle sly smiles.)

Ken: I don’t think we have anything to worry about.

(We cut to outside Fry and Leela’s door. The sound of bedspring squeaking is still heard as the following dialougue is heard.)

Leela: Fry, this can’t be right. I mean, I know we both have urges, and we need to satisfy them, but we have to try and contain ourselves.

(We cut to inside the room. Fry is jumping up and down on the bed, as Leela looks on from the floor.)

Leela: So that’s why I’m telling you to get off the bed, now!

Fry: Ah, c’mon. It’s fun!

(Leela contemplates it for a moment. She looks up at Fry and sees him looking at her with a “puppy-dog” expression. She shrugs.)

Leela: Eh, what the hell?

(She climbs up on to the bed and joins Fry. The bedspring squeaking resumes.)

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Yes, it was a bit boring, and a lot of the dialougue was rather flat, but I hope it was somewhat bareable. Comments?   

Philp_J_Fry

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« Reply #69 on: 09-19-2004 21:40 »

yay!great writing I command you to write more
Gorky

Space Pope
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« Reply #70 on: 09-20-2004 16:37 »

Thanks, Philp_J_Fry--I'll try to get some more of this fic posted by tomorrow sometime (if I'm lucky). That's the good news (or bad news, I forget which). The bad news is this--I've written myself into a corner with my first fic (the nameless one), and as of now, it's dead to me (meaning that I don't know when I'll finish it, and I've put it on the back burner for a while), so don't expect any new parts any time soon (sorry about that). But, I have formulated a plan to rub my obvious superiority in JBERGES's face ( tongue). I've been working on an idea for yet another fic (similar to my first one, in that it's more on the shippy side), and I've started writing it. That means that, because I have two scripts that I actually have a fairly good mental outline for, you'll get twice the Gorky for half the price!* My new fic will be unveiled tomorrow (dress formal, there'll be a reception afterwards), so brace yourselves.

*Didn't I mention that you guys are paying for all of this? Every time you laugh your brains out, hoot-n-holler, or even giggle a little, I owe you a buck. But, everytime you feel like you're going to vomit, you owe me five. Sorry for the inconvenience (no, wait, I'm not... wink)
JBERGES

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« Reply #71 on: 09-20-2004 16:52 »
« Last Edit on: 09-20-2004 16:52 »

You, madam, have impugned my honor.  I challenge you to a... uh... something.

A few things:

I like the 2nd fic so far, and even though I saw that joke at the end coming a mile a way, it still stuck me funny, much like Wile E. Coyote gets struck by a train instead of just stepping sideways off of the tracks;  which, incidentally, is also funny.  I'm rambling.
   
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Kif: Well, sir, in the year 2197, scientists enabled ships to travel in three dimensions. In fact, we could easily…
IMHO, He should be even more patronizing…  “Well, sir, space consists of 3 dimensions, and…”
   
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Fry: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

Leela: I told you, yes, dammit!
   laff Brilliant.
   
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(Fry stuffs his fist into his mouth [...]through his navel and out his mouth.)
That's a bit outlandish... even in the Futurama-verse.  Funny, but I'd still tone it down to something more realistic.
   
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Gaurds!
People help me with my spelling in my thread, I'll try to do the same for you, just not as diligently.

Looking forward to more stuff from you.  I am working on my fic, just very slowly. I'm glad you're picking up my slack, keep at it.
 
Gorky

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« Reply #72 on: 09-21-2004 19:46 »

Thanks, JBERGES. I agree with pretty much everything you said (although I didn't think to change Kif's line--I'll keep that in mind.) As for the outlandish gag, I was originally going to have him turn off a light a glow in the dark (still a bit outlandish, but perhaps funnier--if not cliched), but it wouldn't have worked due to the earlier gag when they were in the dark. Oh yeah, and my spellcheck on Microsoft Word was "mysteriously" disabled, and I didn't pick up that (and other) misspelling. Other than that, thanks for the compliments--it means a lot (and I'm not just being a kiss-ass) (well, maybe a little  wink)

Anyway, like I said, I'm starting a new fic, and here is part one. Not much going on plot-wise, but I hope you enjoy it (I also have a title--woohoo!).

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The Dating Game

Opening Caption: Watch. Vomit. Repeat.


(The scene opens on the Planet Express Conference Room. All of the employees (save Fry) are seated, listening to Hermes (at the table’s head) make his usual morning speech.)

Hermes: In conclusion, as you all head to de votin’ booths on November 2, remember this…(turning to Zoidberg; viciously) lobsters belong in our gullets, not in our hair!

(Zoidberg starts sobbing hysterically and runs out of the room. As he exits, Fry enters, nonchalantly whistling and taking his usual seat next to Leela.)

Fry: What’s wrong with that guy?

(The crew is just staring at him. After a few beats of awkward silence, he speaks up.)

Fry: What?

Amy: Spluh! You’re 20 minutes late for work!

Leela:  (softy) What Amy means is…(angrily) Why the hell are you late for work?!

Fry: I tried to make orange juice in the toaster and it didn’t go so hot. (sincerely) I’m sorry.

Leela: You’ve got to stop being so childish, Fry. What do you think the Professor’s paying you for?

Farnsworth: Ah, yes. Speaking of minimum wage, I have an announcement to make.

(The Professor stops there. The rest of the crew stares expectantly at him for a moment.)

Farnsworth: Dammit, Hermes! Make the announcement already!

Hermes: Oh, right. (he clears his throat) In orda’ to create de illusion dat your company loves you, we’re gonna start namin’ an employee of da month.

Fry: (aside to Leela) Ah yeah, I’m a shoe in!

Leela: (aside to Fry) Oh c’mon, Fry. These things are always a sham. There just going to pick the worst employee and…

Fry: …like I said, I’m a shoe-in.

Hermes: Now, wit’out further ado, the employee of da month is…

(He pulls out an envelope reading, “Booby Prize Winner” from his pocket and opens it.)

Hermes: …Philip J. Fry.

Fry: Aw, man.

(Fry sits there, dejected, for a moment. Bender elbows him—or he would, if robots had elbows, but that’s not the point—in the arm.)

Bender: Fry, that’s you.

Fry: Really? Ah, yes!

(Fry gets up and walks over to Hermes. There, Hermes puts a medal around his neck. It has the words “Disco King ’79” engraved on it. “’79” is crossed out and replaced with “04”.)

Hermes: Let’s hear it for Fry.

(There is a long silence. Everyone turns to Bender. He looks defiant, but then he relents.)

Bender: (sarcastically) Way to go, Meatbag.

(Fry isn’t paying attention to their “overwhelming” applause. Instead, he’s looking at Leela, who has an uninterested look and is slouched in her chair. He smiles, then looks back to Hermes.)

Fry: (aside to Hermes) Do you mind if I say a few words?

Hermes: Well, it is highly unethical…(maliciously)…So no!

(Fry stomps something on the ground, and a loud thump is heard. Hermes has a look of pain on his face.)

Hermes: (meekly) Go ahead.

(Hermes limps to Zoidberg’s former seat and sits down.)

Fry: Thank you, all of you, for bestowing upon me this great honor. But, believe it or not, there’s someone else here who deserves this medal even more.

(He turns to Leela again (she still has a look of utter indifference on her face), and he can’t help but smile. Then, he slowly walks over to her and gently places the medal around her neck.)

Fry: Leela, this is for you.

(The rest of the crew adlibs “Ooos” and “Awws”, and then applaud, somewhat enthusiastically. With this, Leela slouches even lower in her chair. She looks embarrassed, and puts her hand over her face.)

(The scene changes to the New New York Streets. Leela, obviously in deep thought, is walking towards her apartment. Just then, an out-of-breath Fry catches up with her.)

Fry: (catching his breath) Hey, Leela… Listen, I only have a few seconds…there’s this dog chasing me over the mayonnaise in my pocket. (he takes a deep breath, and with that, he regains his composure) Um…I was wondering if, I mean, if you weren’t doing anything, if you’d maybe want to…

Leela: …Listen, Fry, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t lead you on like this, I can’t go out with you, and I can’t take this.

(She takes the medal off from around her neck. She takes Fry’s hands in hers.)

Leela: (softly) Fry, you’re very, very sweet…but…we can just be friends. I’m sorry.

(She walks away, leaving Fry, crushed, all alone. He opens his hand and sees that Leela gave back the medal.)

Fry: (sigh)…Just friends…

(He hangs his head and starts crying, softly.)

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Oh and, yes, JBERGES, about your "challenge". What do you suppose we have a duel? I'll get out my duelin' glove (guess the semi-reference, get a dollar...).
Philp_J_Fry

Starship Captain
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« Reply #73 on: 09-21-2004 21:06 »

poor fry  no no good writing tho  smile
zomit

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« Reply #74 on: 09-22-2004 10:49 »

Great story (as usual)! Keep up the great work!  smile 
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Hermes: Well, it is highly unethical…(maliciously)…So no!
Wasn't that line used on The Simpsons once?
Gorky

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« Reply #75 on: 09-23-2004 17:38 »

Thanks, Philp_J_Fry and zomit. In answer to your question, yes, we do have hamburgers and fries in England, but we call french fries "chips". I kid, I kid. In answer to your real question, as you can see above, I quote The Simpsons a lot. But, that line wasn't an intentional homage to/rip-off of The Simpsons. In fact I don't remember that line (although it seems awfully familiar), but it probably is subconciously taken from that or another source.

Anyway, I haven't had an opportunity to work on my movie fiction that much, but I do have a bit that I guess I could post now (though keep in mind, it's very brief and not all that funny...same as everything else).

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(The scene changes to a large, round table, the next day. A large group of Nibblonians are seated. From left to right: Ken, Nibbler, and Fiona are at the head, seated on chairs that are slightly more elevated than the rest. Just then, Fry and Leela walk in, still in their PJs, and with the disheveled appearance of two people who just woke up from a restless night’s sleep.)

Ken: It was noisy last night. Did you two…have fun?

(Fry and Leela look at each other, slyly)

Fry/Leela: …Yes.

(The two smile, and the Nibblonians share sly looks and grins.)

Nibbler: Why don’t you two have a seat?

(Fry takes an empty seat to the left of Ken, and Leela takes one to the right of Fiona.)

Ken: Anyway, before we get started with the task at hand, we must have a hearty breakfast…by which I mean that we’ll be eating space cow hearts.

(The table flips over to its backside. On this side of the table, hundreds of plates (one for each patron of the table) with large hearts on them.)

Fry: (to Ken) How’d you do that?

(All of the Nibblonians swallow their hearts in one bite. Fry and Leela, however, just sit there with disgusted looks on their faces.)

Fiona: Aren’t you going to eat?

Leela: Um…we had a big dinner.

Ken: Very well. We’ll just throw it out.

(He claps his hands. An oafish, hunched Nibblonian limps over. He is drooling and has a look of complete stupidity over his face.)

Ken: Here, Igor.

(He takes Fry and Leela’s plates and pours the contents into Igor’s mouth. His tongue grinds up the hearts like a garbage disposal (accompanied by the coinciding sound effect), and he swallows the ground up pieces. (A bit disgusting, yes, but I digress…) He then limps off-screen.)

Nibbler: Very good. Now, to the “Plan Formulating” Room.

(The table flips over again, and the other, clean side of the table is now visible. The Nibblonians and Leela exit the room, but Fry lingers.)

Fry: How did they do that?…

(He sticks his head under the table, and we hear a splatter.)

Fry: Eww…

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I may get the next scene done tonight, if I can find the time, so stay tuned (or run away screaming...whatever floats your boat).
Philp_J_Fry

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« Reply #76 on: 09-23-2004 17:55 »

Great chapter.I'm looking foward to more.
JBERGES

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« Reply #77 on: 09-23-2004 17:57 »
« Last Edit on: 09-23-2004 17:57 »

Good stuff in both stories, Gorky.  Waiting for more as always. 

Also, I was just watching "Bend Her", an episode I'd seen only once before, and discovered that it contains a "jaw drop" gag, reminiscent of both of ours.  So in conclusion, we both lose.

PS: "I'll get out my duelin' glove?"  Simpsons? Episode entitled, EIEI-Do'h?  Just a random guess off the top of my head.

PPS:  Such a stereotypical Igor... Dr Frankenstein, eat your heart out. [/pun]
Gorky

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« Reply #78 on: 09-23-2004 18:04 »
« Last Edit on: 09-23-2004 18:04 »

Thanks to both of you.

 
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Also, I was just watching "Bend Her", an episode I'd seen only once before, and discovered that it contains a "jaw drop" gag, reminiscent of both of ours. So in conclusion, we both lose.

Oh well, our non-existent rivalry was fun while it lasted...
EDIT: Out of curiosity (and this is completely off-topic), what is your opinion on "Bend Her"? For some reason, I've always had a soft spot for it. I mean, it's, in my opinion, one of the most hilarious episodes of Futurama ever. Of course, hilarity does not a classic episode make, but I still give it a fairly respectable A-. Okay, I'm done now.

 
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PS: "I'll get out my duelin' glove?" Simpsons? Episode entitled, EIEI-Do'h? Just a random guess off the top of my head.

Yes, sir. And, here's another one. What was the "In answer to your question..." quote from?

 
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PPS: Such a stereotypical Igor... Dr Frankenstein, eat your heart out. [/pun]

How dare you point out my obvious use of a stereotype! You, you...monster...of some kind (nah, seriously, me likey pun...ny).


Gorky

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« Reply #79 on: 09-23-2004 20:19 »
« Last Edit on: 09-23-2004 20:19 »

Do I dare double-post? Yes. Yes I do.

What I mean is, I've got another part of my other fic, "The Dating Game". Here it is.

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(The scene changes to Fry and Bender at their apartment. They’re sitting at their table (the old wire spool that I’m sure everyone used to use for a table…or maybe that was just me). Bender is reading “Zero-Maintenance Juggs” magazine, and Fry is just sitting there, a forlorn look on his face.)

Fry: Bender…do you mind if I ask you something?

Bender: Yes. But that’s never stopped you before, so go ahead.

(He opens his chest cabinet and stuffs his magazine in it. Fry goes on.)

Fry: If you love someone, but they don’t love you back, should you…give up on them?

Bender: Oh, why are you asking me this? Why can’t you ask that annoying red guy that we work with?

Fry: Oh, I couldn’t talk to Amy about this. Look, Bender, you’ve always been like the brother I never had…except for the one that I had. Anyway, the point is, what should I do?

Bender: Fry, you know I’m no good with the matters of that thing that pumps blood…whadda you call it?…the heart.

Fry: (he thinks for a moment) Okay, Bender, what about this? If you really loved smoking, but one day, you read that it was bad for your lungs, would you give it up?

Bender: That was an illogical comparison. For one thing, I do love smoking. Also, I don’t have lungs (he pounds on his chest, and we hear a hallow sound). Pure Bender, baby.

Fry: Uh, forget it! Look, Bender, should I give up on Leela?

Bender: Refresh my hard drive. Leela…is she the one with the cans or the one with the eye?

Fry: The eye.

Bender: Oh…(pretends to contemplate the situation) Yes.

Fry: Are you sure?

Bender: Maybe.

Fry: (sigh) Give up on Leela…alright.

(He takes a picture out of his coat pocket. It shows Fry and Amy chasing Hermes, who in turn is chasing Zoidberg with a mallet. Bender is in the background with a chef’s hat.)

Fry: Oh, wait…

(He puts that picture back in his pocket, and pulls out a strip of 4 small snapshots of Fry and Leela (you know, like those pictures you get from those photo-booth…thingies.) The first shows Fry and Leela smiling at the camera. The second shows Fry looking at Leela, a smile on his face, apparently pleading for something. The third shows Leela rolling her eye, but with an amused smile. And finally, the fourth shows Leela giving Fry a small kiss on the cheek.)

Fry: (sigh) Goodbye, Leela…

(He rips the photo strip in half and throws it on the floor.)

Fry: (to himself) I’ll never forget you…

Bender: Oh yes you will…

(He opens his chest cabinet and pulls out a pitcher full of some kind of alcoholic beverage in it.)

Bender: Who’s up for hooch smoothies?

Fry: Ooo, ooo, me!

(He pours the liquid into two tall glasses that he gets from his chest compartment.)

Bender: You want ice?

Fry: Sure.

(Bender takes the two glasses and conceals them under the table. He twists his antenna, and the sound of ice crushing is heard. After a beat or two, he brings the glasses back up to the tabletop. He hands one to Fry. Fry puts his glass up, and Bender does the same.)

Fry: To new beginnings…

Bender: Bender’s great!

(They clink their glasses together, and then take two long swigs.)

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Comments? I'm not sure if I really got the emotion right, so criticism is welcome (or suggestions...whatever).
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