Part 2:-------------------------------------------------- Three Mice and a Pizza
KAT-Z
Yo! Wellington. What up?
WELLINGTON
(Reserved)
Well, if it isn't my old stray cat
acquaintance, Kat-z...
LICKA
(Surprised)
Who's the Bluebird --K??
KAT-Z
Just my J-Cat Bro Wellington. He's
cool. We chilled in the slammer
together.
PURRLA
(Attracted to Wellington)
Honest J-? You did time with the K
Cat? Mighty fly for a house cat...
WELLINGTON
(Indignant, but attracted
to Purrla)
I prefer Wellington, actually. As
for our brief incarceration at the
airport lost and found, this was
not a picnic, I assure you.
Obviously a huge oversight by my
former owners.
KAT-Z
(Wistfully)
My man Charles got detained by the
PoPo.
WELLINGTON
As I recall it didn't take Kat-Z
long to find a hole in a nearby
window, and he exited the
establishment directly to seek his
fortune on the open road.
KAT-Z
It was time to book, J-.
WELLINGTON
I waited for my owners to return,
but they never came. Eventually, I
was taken up by the Jansen
household, and here I am
PURRLA
(Sexy and provocative)
All dressed up in your pretty
little bell.
WELLINGTON
(Indignant)
I'll have you know this bell is
required to warn hapless rodents of
their impending doom!!
PURRLA
(Sexily growls and
approaches Wellington)
Rrrrrrrrrrr. A wild cat.
KAT-Z
Yo J-. We gotta dip, dawg. Gonna
check out your crib another time.
PURRLA
(Sexily in purring husky
voice)
So true Mr. J-. Gonna check out
your crib another time.
Wellington is obviously attracted to Purrla and somewhat
flustered by her advances. Kat-Z and his Kit-Z Kitties
quickly vanish into the back yard. Wellington, appearing
contented, sniffs the flowers and strolls in the back yard
garden
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(CONT'D)
INT. JANSEN HOME KITCHEN - AFTERNOON
Angle on: Front door as Davey enters in his scout uniform
clutching a pizza box. He quickly enters the kitchen. He half
runs into the kitchen in the manner of an energetic teenager
and tosses the pizza box into the microwave for a few
seconds.
SFX: Microwave Rings.
Inside the mouse hole Snidely, Orville , and Tickle race to
to the mouse hole opening and peer out.
Davey takes a slice then tosses the warm, half full, pizza
box carelessly into the far corner of the kitchen.
DAVEY JANSEN
(Shouting, holding half
eaten slice of pizza)
Mom! I'm home, I'm going upstairs
to play video games!
SNIDELY
(Drill Sargent style)
All right guys! This is our big
chance. The pizza is waiting. In a
few seconds everything we trained
for will happen. The cat's away.
It's time to play!
Davey saunters out of the room.
SNIDELY (CONT'D)
(Restraining Tickle with
one hand )
Get ready! Wait for it... Wait for
it... Go!! Go! Go!
The three mice dash madly across the floor fanning out like a
combat platoon. For the next few seconds the mice run
frantically to cross the wide kitchen floor.
Snidely is the first to reach the pizza box and lifts the
cover up a little and rolls inside. A few seconds later
Orville rolls in and finally Tickle rolls in.
They find themselves perched on top of a partially eaten
pepperoni pizza. Delicious aromas waft from the pizza.
SNIDELY (CONT'D)
(Munching)
Pepperoni!
TICKLE
(Munching)
Cheese!
ORVILLE
(Munching with a huge
bulging full mouth)
Double cheese!
The mice eat contentedly.
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INT. JANSEN HOME KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
Wellington's head pokes through the cat door as he enters
from the outside.
WELLINGTON
(Yawning, talking to
himself)
Just about nap time...
He enters the room and sees the warm pizza box on the floor.
WELLINGTON (CONT'D)
(Yawns again)
Ah..Yes. Davey's warm pizza box.
Now that's a comfy spot to
experience the joys of an afternoon
nap.
He flops down on the pizza box like a sack of potatoes.
INT. JANSEN HOME KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Inside the pizza box the three mice are pinned against the
pizza lid. Their backs are being pressed downward into the
pizza. Their legs are pushing upward against the lid.
SNIDELY
(Urgently)
That stupid cat Wellington must
have sat on the pizza box!
TICKLE
(Nearly submerged under
the cheese by the
pressure -struggling)
I'm almost buried in cheese!
SNIDELY
Don't panic! Wellington's gotta
turn over soon. He's a restless
sleeper. And we he does we are
gonna run for our lives!
ORVILLE
(Still eating a pepperoni)
Just as soon as I finish this
pepperoni...
Wellington snores and flips over as he naps on top of the
warm pizza box. The front of the pizza box flips up. Three
upside down pizza slices, still stuck to the backs of the
mice with soft cheese, seem to slide out of the box. Mouse
tails are seen trailing behind each of the slices/
SNIDELY
(Under his slice. )
Back to the hole! Run for your
lives!!!
They scurry frantically. Three slices of pizza with tails
move across the floor. Tickle, due to his small size, is
trailing.
On top of the pizza box, Wellington is stirring. One of his
eyes pops open suddenly.
WELLINGTON
(Groggy)
What is this?
He looks to see pizza slices with tails scurrying across the
kitchen floor.
WELLINGTON (CONT'D)
(Relaxes and closes his
eye)
Oh, its just pizza slices with
mouse tails.
Suddenly both of Wellington's eyes pop open in alarm. A
primordial red light seems to start up in his eyes. His sharp
claws seem to spring out like switchblades.
WELLINGTON (CONT'D)
(Hisses in suprise)
Mouse tails!??
Wellington springs off the pizza box in pursuit of the mice.
By this time Orville and Snidely have already reached the
mouse hole and are peering out to shout encouragement to
Tickle, who is only a few feet from the hole.
SNIDELY AND ORVILLE
(Shouting frantically)
Run, Tickle! Run!
TICKLE
(Desperately struggling to
run under his heavy pizza
slice)
I'm trying! I'm trying!!
Wellington races across the slippery kitchen floor, his cat
bell tinkiling. At high speed he nearly overtakes Tickle
then pounces slightly off balance with his sharp claws
extended.
WELLINGTON
(In a frenzy)
Prepare to meet your doom, hapless
rodent!!!
Wellington wildly swipes at Tickle and spins out of control
on the slippery kitchen floor. One of Wellington's claws
impales the pizza slice on Tickles back and rips it away.
Tickle scurries to safety in the nearby hole. Wellington
slams into the nearby kitchen wall. A picture is dislodged
from the wall by the impact and crashes to the floor loudly.
A few seconds later Karin Jansen enters the room. She looks
down to see Wellington lying on his back with a piece of
pizza impaled on his claw surrounded by shards of broken
picture frame.
KARIN JANSEN
(Angrily)
What have you done, you bad cat!
You've ruined Davey's pizza! And
look at the mess you've made!!
She grabs Wellington by the scruff of the neck and walks
towards the back door tossing him out.
SFX: Wellington lets out a pitiful yowl as he is thrown out.
(CONT'D)
INT. JANSEN HOME MOUSE HOLE - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON
The three mice are just about to fall asleep for their
afternoon nap. They are lying in their sleeping spots.
SNIDELY
(Tired and contented)
Oh, boy did that pizza hit the
spot.. Double cheese, pepperoni..
TICKLE
Mushrooms..
ORVILLE
Green peppers, sausage, banana
peppers, black olives...
TICKLE
Snidely??
SNIDELY
Yep?
TICKLE
After all this, maybe we should
stick to garbage for a while....
SNIDELY
You know Tickle, you might have a
point...
ORVILLE
Oh yah ...Garbage. I can hardly
wait. Just think...Old cans of
peanut butter, sardine tins, stale
bread, ivory soap, bits of cheese,
bread crumbs, discarded cat
food,moldy cardboard....
AS ORVILLE
CONTINUES LIST
FADE OUT