Manuscripts Burn


MANUSCRIPTS BURN

"Manuscripts don't burn"
- Mikhail Bulgakov

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

The Terrifying Revenge of the B-Movie!!!: Scene 12

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SCENE 12

INT – THE FRANCOPHILE LAB
(FRANCOPHILE, ALGORE)

FRANCOPHILE

All right. We’ll just take the door off it’s hinges and bring the elemental power of – static electricity – to you! Now, where’s the screwdriver?

ALGORE
(sheepishly)

Right…about that…there was an inspection, you see…

FRANCOPHILE

Damn you, Algore, and your jackassery. Very well then. I shall use alternate means.

FRANCOPHILE PICKS UP A BEAKER FROM A TABLE AND LOOKS AT IT. HE SMASHES IT AGAINST THE HINGE OF THE DOOR, WITH NO EFFECT. HE SCRATCHES HIS HEAD. LOOKING AROUND, HE PICKS UP A BOOK, AND TRIES TO BEAT THE HINGE OF THE DOOR OFF WITH THE BOOK.

FRANCOPHILE

Oh, wait. I forgot. I always carry a spare.

FRANCOPHILE REACHES INTO HIS SOCK AND PULLS OUT A SCREWDRIVER. HE QUICKLY UNSCREW THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME. HE STUMBLES FORWARD AND THE KNOB IS NOW IN ALGORE’S REACH. FRANCOPHILE GRABS THE KNOB FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AND PANTS LOUDLY IN EXHAUSTION.

FRANCOPHILE

Now, Algore, don't touch the knob just yet...

ALGORE TOUCHES THE KNOB. FRANCOPHILE, ALGORE, AND THE MONSTER ARE ALL SIMULTANEOUSLY ELECTROCUTED VIOLENTLY. THE MONSTER STANDS UP AND THE SHEET WHIPS AWAY, ALTHOUGH THE AUDIENCE DOES NOT YET SEE IT COMPLETELY.

FRANCOPHILE

It's alive! It's really, really, really alive!

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