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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:03:18 GMT -5
Not stammering at all anymore, HAROLD now sounds dangerous and entirely mad. He speaks as if he's been craving to say these words for time out of mind.
HAROLD: No! I'm finally free, Maryanne! I'm the arch villain I always wanted to be! No more mustard jars and routine days for me! And definitely no more Average Harold Smith! I am now SUPER VILLAIN!!...um...HAROLD SMITH!!
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:04:27 GMT -5
The rest of them take this news in with blank faces, until BUD finally brightens up.
BUD: Alright, Dad! MARYANNE: So tell me, Harold, what are you going to do with this newfound identity, hmmm? HAROLD: I'm glad you asked, Maryanne.
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:05:38 GMT -5
HAROLD yanks out what looks to be a blow dryer with crosshairs attached and, to the PROFESSOR'S great distress, brings up against the side of his head. The POWERPUFFS look on in utter horror.
HAROLD: I'm going to take this ray gun and melt the Professor's head CLEAR OFF his shoulders, HAHAHAHAHA!! And that's just for starters!
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:06:51 GMT -5
The POWERPUFFS and HAROLD, with the PROFESSOR in tow, fly at each other. But before either of them can do any harm to each other, MARYANNE once again steps between them. She is shrieking with indignation, trying desperately to bring this situation back under some control.
MARYANNE: STOP IT! STOPITSTOPIT!! You are NOT going to ruin this dinner- I've worked TOO HARD on it! Everyone to the table, NOW!!!
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:08:23 GMT -5
Calming completely down, and heading them back towards the dining room.
MARYANNE: We're going to have a nice evening together. HAROLD: (Giving a meaningful look to first the POWERPUFFS then the PROFESSOR) Mmm-hmm. But the second that meal is over...sssss-gargle, GOODBYE, PROFESSOR-HEAD!
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:09:21 GMT -5
The SMITHS and the UTONIUMS are seated at the dining room table. The PROFESSOR is seated right next to HAROLD, who has the barrel of his shooter still set on the side of his head. The POWERPUFFS are right on the PROFESSOR'S other side.
MARYANNE: Bon Appetite.
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:09:46 GMT -5
From here, the view circles turntable-like to each individual seated at the table, HAROLD and the POWERPUFFS, whose gazes never wavers from their dear PROFESSOR, are all nosily shoveling MARYANNE'S cooking down their throats, all equally anxious to bring this matter to a resolution. The PROFESSOR, for his part, looks practically petrified with fear, in no hurry at all about anything.
MARYANNE: Isn't this nice? JULIE: (Totally oblivious) Does anyone want to play jacks after dinner? BUD: Man, Dad, you're the coolest! HAROLD: (Setting down his spoon.) I'm done! PROFESSOR: This is so good, Mrs. Smith, that I'm just going to take...my...time...with this plate, here... BUTTERCUP: (Finished, as are her sisters) I'm done! BLOSSOM: I'm done! BUBBLES: I'm done! MARYANNE: Well, we should do this more often! JULIE: Does anybody want to play jacks after dinner? BUD: Man, Dad, you're the coolest!
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:11:17 GMT -5
The view stops upon the PROFESSOR, whose plate has been completely cleaned save for a lone, single pea.
HAROLD: Eat your pea, Professor.
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:12:48 GMT -5
With the forced resolution of a man who has run completely out of options, the PROFESSOR brings up his fork, and slowly drives it through the final pea. A trickle of its juice bubbles out from the gash. Steadily, sweating bullets all the ways, he brings the morsel to his mouth. He hesitates.
HAROLD: Eat it!
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:13:14 GMT -5
Ever so slowly he pushes it between his lips. With a hard, almost defiant look of concentration on his face, he pushes the pea back and forth between his cheeks, really working it, painstakingly drawing out every second he still can...
HAROLD: (Frenzied with impatience and anticipation) SWALLOW IT!
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:13:46 GMT -5
There is a gulp, and then the sound of the Final Pea settling in the nape of the PROFESSOR'S stomach. The POWERPUFFS and HAROLD ready themselves, when MARYANNE trills;
MARYANNE: Who wants dessert? PROFESSOR: (Raising his hand) I DO!!! HAROLD: Oh, for CRYING OUT LOUD, Maryanne! MARYANNE: (Placing a pie before each person at the table) It's coconut cream pie, I made one for each of you. HAROLD: (Smiling) Well, you do make great coconut cream pies, Maryanne. BLOSSOM: (Rising out of her seat, her pastry leveled at HAROLD) Then eat up, Harold!
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:14:37 GMT -5
BLOSSOM lets fly, and scores a direct hit, flat in the face. Thick gobs of the coconut insides trickle down HAROLD'S livid face.
HAROLD: Why you little brat!
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:15:08 GMT -5
He then picks up his pie, and lugs it at her for a counterstrike. It misses BLOSSOM, but managed to connect with MARYANNE.
MARYANNE: (There is a dangerous, almost insane edge to her voice.) Harold...
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Post by captaingrapes on Sept 17, 2005 0:16:04 GMT -5
She hurls her pie hard at HAROLD, and another hit might well have been scored on HAROLD, had he not seized the PROFESSOR to act as a human shield.
BUD: (Laughing Dumbly) Huhhuhuhuh!
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Post by shadowbane on Sept 17, 2005 0:16:20 GMT -5
He gets pied.
JULIE: Does anybody want to play jacks after dinner?
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