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POCKET01 23' POCKET PEOPLE: pilot episode: Banished

EXT NIGHT WIDE: ANOTHER SOLAR SYSTEM

(camera approaches a darkened, back-lighted planet with an aura
around it)

                         PUNKY POCKET

(voiceover)

This is my home planet. You humans call it PKT4.

(as camera passes the planet, the edge of sun behind it comes
into view)

And this star is known to you humans as PKT. About 50 years
ago, when PKT was about to explode, the people on my planet had
to make a fast get away.

(the sun explodes sending a shockwave to the planet creating
fire, smoke and dust, several spherical escape pods escape the
planet but all are consumed by the smoke, but one escape pod
breaks through the smoke and soars past the camera and into
empty space)

Not all of the escape pods made it to safety. But our pod made
it to planet Earth and crash landed...

EXT NIGHT WIDE: A MEADOW NEAR THE CITY DUMP

(the firey pod approaches earth at high speed at a low angle and
plows a long, deep furrow in the grass before halting and
smoldering)

                         PUNKY POCKET

(voiceover)

...in a meadow near the city dump.

(two police cars approach at high speed, screech to a halt,
policemen exit cars, one draws his gun and aims at the pod)

                             COP2

Leroy, put your gun away. It's just a meteor. Look.

(points)

                             COP1

I'm not taking any chances, Harley.

(shouts)

Alright, come out with your hands up!

(pause)

                             COP2

See, I told you, Leroy, it's just a hunk of stone and metal.

                         PETER POCKET

(voiceover)

Excuse me, sir.

                             COP1

A hunk of metal, huh? When was the last time you heard a hunk of
metal start talking?

(shouts)

Alright, come out with your hands up!

(pause)

(camera pans to Cop1's feet)

                         PETER POCKET

(tugs at Cop1's pants cuff)

Excuse me, sir.

                             COP1

(sees, jumps back, points gun)

Holy Socks! It's an alien!

                             COP2

That's no alien, LeRoy. He looks just like us.

                             COP1

Haven't you seen the movies?! You can't trust them aliens.

                             COP2

(bends)

Where you from, little fella?

                         PETER POCKET

We're from the solar system that you humans call PKT.

                             COP1

We?

                         PETER POCKET

Excuse me?

                             COP1

You said WE.

(turns and sees that he's surrounded by Pocket People, backs
away)

Holy Socks! There's dozens of them!

                             COP2

Relax, LeRoy. They're not carrying weapons.

                             COP1

I know. But you can't trust them aliens.

                         PETER POCKET

We come in peace. You have nothing to fear from us. We left our
weapons in the

(points)

escape pod.

(camera rises, zooms in on the city in the horizon)

                         PUNKY POCKET

(voiceover)

That was the start of our relationship with you humans. As it
turns out, our particular escape pod carried only soldiers and
their families. So, later, when your city government had a
severe money problem, we saved the taxpayers lots of money by
replacing your police force. We lowered the crime rate and we
worked for nothing.

All we asked for in return was room and board and transportation
to an from the police station. The arrangement worked very well
for both us Pocket People and the humans. But, after 50 years,
some of the humans forgot what life was like in the city before
the Pocket People arrived.

INT MORNING CLOSE-UP: GERTRUDE'S HOUSE ENTRYWAY

(Gertrude primps in front of mirror, rubs lipstick from teeth,
inspects mirror image, smooths dress, dawns her coat)

                         PENNY POCKET

(exits from the doll house on the table next to Gertrude's
purse dressed in a SWAT uniform and backpack)

Good morning, Gertrude.

                           GERTRUDE

(not looking)

Why do you keep talking to me like we're friends?! We're not
friends! We've never been friends. I'm required to give you free
room and board. I'm not required to talk to you.

(turns, picks up her purse, lifts Penny by her backpack and
lowers her into a side pocket on her purse, exits through the
front door)

EXT MORNING WIDE: BUS STOP NEAR GERTRUDE'S HOUSE

(four people sit and two people stand waiting for a bus, in the
following scenes, other pocket people are partially visible in
the pockets and purses of the bus passengers. Pocket people
exchange waves and nods)

                           GERTRUDE

(enters frame, to one of the standers)

Are you taking the 24 bus?

                            STANDER

Not again!

                           GERTRUDE

(lifts Penny out of the purse pocket, dangles her in front of
Stander's face)

Again.

                            STANDER

(sighs)

Alright.

(Takes Penny, drops her into his shirt pocket)

                           GERTRUDE

(nods)

Have a good day.

(exits frame as bus arrives)

INT MORNING TWO-SHOT: 24 BUS

                            STANDER

(enters frame, stands next to Lawyer, grabs grab bar, notices
the colored paper transfer in Lawyer's hand)

I see you have a transfer to the cross-town bus.

                            LAWYER

Not another pocket transport. I did that yesterday.

                            STANDER

(dangles Penny in front of Lawyer)

You know the rule.

                            LAWYER

Those... those Pocket People are more trouble than they're
worth.

                            STANDER

If I tell the bus driver you refused, you'll pay a $50 fine.

                            LAWYER

Alright!

(Takes Penny, drops her into the side pocket of her suit coat)

You don't have to make a federal case out of it!

INT MORNING TWO-SHOT: CROSS-TOWN BUS

                            LAWYER

(enters frame, sits next to Clerk, pulls out Penny, dangles her
in front of Clerk's face)

She needs to get to the train station.

                             CLERK

Yeah, so?

                            LAWYER

So, I need you to take her there.

                             CLERK

How do you know I'm even going there?

                            LAWYER

I ride this bus every day. You get off at the train station
every day.

                             CLERK

I took three of those aliens to the train station last week.
Find someone else.

                            LAWYER

No. I'll just notify the bus driver.

(leans forward, rises slightly)

                             CLERK

Alright! I'll take her!

(drops Penny into her shirt pocket)

You know, these people have it made. They stay in our houses
rent-free, they eat our food, they get free transportation...

                            LAWYER

(stands, exits)

Yeah, well, that's life in the big city.

INT MORNING TWO-SHOT: TRAIN STATION

                             CLERK

(pulls Penny out of pocket, dangles her in front of her own
nose)

Which train?

                         PENNY POCKET

They didn't say. You can drop me at the Dispatcher's booth.

(points)

(shot widens to show Clerk approaching a booth labeled "POLICE
DISPATCH", where several people singly approach, pluck a Pocket
Person from a pocket or purse and drop him onto the counter.
Uniformed Dispatcher plucks them one or two at a time and
deposits them into a large box behind the counter)

                             CLERK

Here's another free-loader for you.

(dangles Penny at arm's length, drops her clumsily to the
counter top, exits frame. Dispatcher plucks her off the counter
and drops her clumsily into the box behind the counter where
dozens of other uniformed Pocket People are standing)

                         PENNY POCKET

(looks around)

What's going on here?! It looks like almost a third of all
Pocket People in the city are here. This has to be the entire
Downtown population. Do you think they're rounding up the others
on the westside and eastside precincts too?

                         PETER POCKET

I don't know. The dispatcher won't even talk to us. Something
funny is going on here.

                          PAUL POCKET

What bothers me is that if we're all here, noone is on the job.

                         PETER POCKET

It's almost as if they want us out of the way for some reason.

                          PAUL POCKET

Yes, but why?

                         PENNY POCKET

(points to a big screen TV across the room, news coverage of the
Mayor and City Councilmen sitting down in the chamber)

I think THAT'S the reason.

                          PAUL POCKET

(turns)

That's the City Council.

                         PENNY POCKET

But the City Council only meets on Tuesdays.

                         PETER POCKET

Noone told me they called a special session.

                          PAUL POCKET

Me either. And I'm usually assigned to the security detail for
the session.

(camera zooms in on TV until it is full screen)

INT MORNING WIDE: CITY COUNCIL MEETING

                             MAYOR

(pounds gavel)

This special session of the City Council will come to order. Is
there a motion from the floor?

                           COUNCILMAN

I move that the Pocket Police Force be disbanded and that the
Pocket People be banished from the city.

                         COUNCILWOMAN

Mr Mayor, I object to this entire proceeding. The Pocket People
have protected this city from crime for over fifty years. You
can't just...

                           COUNCILMAN

News flash! There's no crime in this city! So, there's nothing
to protect us from!

                         COUNCILWOMAN

Are you that dense?! The reason there is no crime in this city
is because the Pocket People have been protecting us for fifty
years!

                             MAYOR

All in favor of this motion...

                         COUNCILWOMAN

Wait a minute. You can't call a vote without discussion!

                             MAYOR

I'm the mayor. I can do anything.

                         COUNCILWOMAN

I know what this is all about. This is an election year and the
people who support the Mayor's electoral campaign are
complaining that they have to give free housing and food and
transportation to the Pocket People.

                             MAYOR

Well, that IS a problem, you know.

All in favor of this motion...

(all but Councilwoman raise their hands)

INT MORNING OVER-THE-SHOULDER: TRAIN STATION

(Pocket People view the TV as the dispatcher slams the lid on
the box, cloaking the occupants in darkness, dozens of tiny
flashlights are turned on, then the box moves, all Pocket People
grumble)

                          PAUL POCKET

We're moving.

                         PETER POCKET

Where are they taking us?!

                         PENNY POCKET

You heard what they said. We're being banished from the city.

                         PETER POCKET

What about my wife and kids?!

                          PAUL POCKET

No way the city council will let them stay. They're probably
being rounded up too.

INT MORNING WIDE: POCKET PEOPLE'S ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

(children sit in a tiny classroom with the teacher pointing to
the vocabulary words on the white board. Suddenly the roof of
the building is lifted off and a giant vacuum hose drops down
and sucks up all the kids and the teacher)

INT MORNING WIDE: POCKET PEOPLE'S HOME -- DOLL HOUSE

(a Pocket woman is sweeping the floor while her baby plays in a
playpen nearby. Suddenly, the building hinges open and a giant
vacuum sucks up the mother and the baby)

INT MORNING WIDE: POCKET PEOPLE'S CLOTHING STORE

(Pocket Women browse the racks of clothes while a Pocket
saleswoman and a Pocket customer admire the customer's new
dress. Suddenly the roof of the building is lifted off and a
giant vacuum hose drops down and sucks up all the Pocket People)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: CITY DUMP

(a flatbed truck carrying six identical wooden boxes backs up to
the edge of the trash pile guided by Dispatcher with a
flashlight)

                          DISPATCHER

(When the truck reaches the edge of the trash pile, waves
flashlight)

That's good.

(unloads all boxes quickly to the top of the trash pile, unlocks
and opens the lids of all boxes)

Welcome to your new home.

(exits in truck)

(camera zooms in on the box containing Penny, Peter, and Paul)

                          PAUL POCKET

Where are we?

                         PENNY POCKET

What's that smell?!

                         PETER POCKET

Doesn't smell like home to me.

(points)

You two, hop up on my shoulders. Let's do some recon.

(With the aid of the others, Paul climbs up and stands on
Peter's shoulders, then Penny climbs up to stand on Paul's
shoulders)

See anything?

                         PENNY POCKET

(Climbs out, stands on the edge of the box, shines flashlight
all around)

It's a pile of garbage.

(camera zooms out to show piles of garbage in the city dump)

We're at the city dump!

                          PAUL POCKET

Oh crud.

                         PUNKY POCKET

(climbing out of the next box)

I can't stand it in here!

(climbing over the top of the box)

I'm getting out!

                         PENNY POCKET

No, Punky, wait!

                         PUNKY POCKET

Don't worry about me, Mama. I'm not afraid of the dark.

(jumps down to the ground)

                         PENNY POCKET

(jumps down)

Wait! We're not in the city anymore. We're in a garbage dump. Do
you know what kind of animals live here?

(a rat the relative size of a hippo walks up to Punky from
behind and sniffs her, opens his mouth to take a bite)

                         PUNKY POCKET

(turns, shouts)

Rats!

(runs and dives under a discarded can, rat runs by and
disappears in the darkness)

                         PETER POCKET

(climbs up and stands on the edge of the box, shouts)

Alright, everybody, listen up. We're at the city dump where our
escape pod landed over 50 years ago. There are rats out there
and they're very aggressive. So, all of you stay in the boxes
until those of us in the SWAT Team can retrieve our weapons from
the escape pod and drive away the rats.

(Peter, Paul and Penny jump down and run into the darkness
toward a darkened, overgrown furrow in the meadow)

(jump cut: time passes, the SWAT team returns carrying duffle
bags in both hands, they drop the bags and pull out ray guns)

Set your ray guns on STUN.

(looks around as Pocket People climb out of three of the boxes
and stand on the edge to watch)

Let's move out!

(in the distance, a rat walking away, stops, turns and
approaches Penny, rears up on its haunches, reaches, opens it's
mouth, Penny zaps it with her gun emitting a net of blue
lightning which surrounds the rat with a sizzle, then after a
second the rat falls on its side like a statue. Penny grabs it
by the tail and drags it, wiggling, away in to the darkness
aided finally by other SWAT members)

(camera elevates to show several blue lightning flashes and
sizzles in the distance, then several rats exit in herds from
the garbage dump)

Alright, everybody, get some sleep. We start building our
permanent houses tomorrow.

(camera pans back to the wooden boxes where other uniformed
Pockets are closing the lids of three of the boxes, then they
begin patrolling the edges of the lids with ray guns drawn)

                         PENNY POCKET

Well, I guess we're supposed to start again from scratch, huh?

                          PAUL POCKET

What were those humans thinking?!

                         PETER POCKET

I feel sorry for them.

                          PAUL POCKET

You what?!

                         PETER POCKET

I feel sorry for them.

                          PAUL POCKET

WE get kicked out of the city, but you feel sorry for THEM?!

                         PETER POCKET

Yes. They have no idea what they've just done.

                          PAUL POCKET

What do you mean?

                         PETER POCKET

When they banished us, they banished the entire police force.
All they have left is a handful of dispatchers. They have noone
to protect them. When the criminals hear that the police force
has been banished from the city, there will be noone to stop
them.

EXT NIGHT WIDE: CITY STREET

(overview of the city)

(sound cue: breaking of glass, woman screams)

(zoom into street level)

(a thug reaches through the broken glass of a storefront window
to steal a boom box, exits frame running as a nearby woman hugs
her purse. Another thug runs by from behind as she relaxes her
grip on the purse, he snatches her purse and runs off)

                            VICTIM

(screams, exits frame shouting and reaching for her purse)

No! Stop! That's my purse! Stop!

(a male victim enters frame wearing suit and tie, a thug enters
frame from an angle and bumps him while a second thug enters
frame from behind the male victim and picks his pocket, both
thugs exit frame in opposite directions, male victim dusts
himself off, pats his pockets, realizes his wallet is missing,
looks both ways, goes after one of the thugs)

                            VICTIM

(exiting frame)

Why, that little jerk stole my wallet!

(across the street a luxury car pulls up to the "VALET PARKING"
sign in front of a nightclub, a thug dressed in a red vest
rounds the car and opens the drivers door, gives the driver a
ticket, enters car, exits frame with tires smoking)

                            DRIVER

(stops, turns)

Hey, slow down! That's a brand new car!

(shakes head, walks toward nightclub)

That's the last time I'll use this valet service.

(sees the real valet bound with duct tape stuffed behind the
valet service kiosk, turns toward his car, which is now peeling
out of sight around the corner)

Holy Socks! That little jerk stole my car!

(camera pans to a nearby corner grocery store)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CORNER GROCERY

(camera follows a customer through the door, she plucks a bag of
chips and a box of candy from the shelves on the way to the cash
register, where she is greeted by a smiling thug, she plunks
down the exact change)

                           CUSTOMER

Where is Charlie tonight?

(turns, exits)

                             THUG

Oh, he's tied up. He'll be back soon.

(camera passes by thug and reveals the real clerk bound with
duct tape stuffed into a corner behind the counter, thug opens
and empties the cash register into his own pocket, then he
slides the exact change from the counter into his pocket, exits
through the front door)

Thank you for shopping at the corner grocery!

(on his way out the door, he picks up the brick that holds the
door open and throws it through the front window, shattering the
glass)

INT MORNING WIDE: CITY HALL NEWS CONFERENCE

                           REPORTER

Mr Mayor, in light of the epidemic of crime that has taken over
our city since the police force was banished, don't you think
you owe the citizens an apology?

                             MAYOR

Well, to be accurate, it wasn't really the entire police force
that was banished from the city. It was just the Pocket People
on the police force.

                           REPORTER

To be accurate, then, exactly how many people are left on the
police force?

                             MAYOR

(turns head, covers mouth)

Twelve.

                           REPORTER

Excuse me, did you say there are only twelve police officers
left on the police force?

                             MAYOR

Well, to be accurate, not all of the remaining people in the
police department are police officers.

                           REPORTER

To be accurate, then, how many police officers are left?

                             MAYOR

(turns head, covers mouth)

None.

                           REPORTER

Excuse me, did you say there are NO police officers left on the
police force?

                             MAYOR

Well, I suppose if you count the dispatchers...

                           REPORTER

But the dispatchers don't even carry guns, do they?

                             MAYOR

I suppose we should turn this question over to the police chief.

He would be glad to...

(cranes neck in all directions)

Where is Chief Williams?

                           REPORTER

(holds up a letter on City letterhead)

According to this press release, Chief Williams resigned from
the police force this morning.

                             MAYOR

This is a disaster! The election is just three weeks away!

EXT MORNING WIDE: MAYOR'S MANSION

(Assistant opens front door and motions Mayor through)

                           ASSISTANT

Then at 10:30 am, the downtown merchant's association has an
appointment with you to talk about....

                             MAYOR

Don't tell me. Let me guess. They want to complain about the
crime problem.

                           ASSISTANT

About half of all downtown merchants have been robbed since
the...

                             MAYOR

Where is my town car?

                           ASSISTANT

I thought you knew.

                             MAYOR

Knew what?

                           ASSISTANT

Your town car was hijacked at gun point this morning on the way
here. Didn't the captain call you?

                             MAYOR

I thought he was just calling to complain. So, I hung up on him.
This is a disaster! Why aren't we hiring more policemen?!

                           ASSISTANT

We don't have any money in our budget to hire policemen.

                             MAYOR

Well, now that we're not paying the Pocket People's salaries, we
should have plenty of money!

                           ASSISTANT

The Pocket People were working without pay.

                             MAYOR

Without pay?! People don't work without pay!

                           ASSISTANT

The Pocket People did. All they asked for was free room and
board and free transportation.

                             MAYOR

So, in order to replace them with humans, we would have to raise
taxes?

                           ASSISTANT

That's correct.

                             MAYOR

(paces)

In an election year?! What have I done?! My goose is cooked!

(stops, points)

We've got to get those Pocket People back on the Police force!

(looks around)

Where's my town car?

                           ASSISTANT

It was stolen.

                             MAYOR

Well, go rent a car! We've got to go out to the city dump and
hire those Pocket People back!

EXT AFTERNOON WIDE: CITY DUMP

(the Pocket People have inverted their wooden boxes and cut
windows and doors into the sides and used the lids as awnings,
their tiny housing project looks like a resort hotel with
flowering plants and flowing fountains powered by pinwheel
windmills, Pocket People climb on ladders and suspend from ropes
to attach shutters and railings to the hotels)

(camera elevates to discover the mayor's town car approaching on
the dirt road, accompanied by two police cars with lights
flashing, caravan stops next to the tiny hotel buildings,
assistant exits car)

                           ASSISTANT

The Mayor is here to see you.

                         PETER POCKET

(standing on the roof of one of the hotels)

We're not sure we want to see him.

                           ASSISTANT

He's here to apologize for his harsh treatment.

                         PETER POCKET

Because he knows the only way he's going to be reelected is by
restoring law and order to the city.

                           ASSISTANT

And he's ready to offer you a very attractive working
relationship.

                         PETER POCKET

Alright, bring him out. We'll talk.

                           ASSISTANT

Um, ah, you're not going to zap him with your ray guns, are you?

                         PETER POCKET

Our business is law and order. It's against our nature to seek
revenge.

                           ASSISTANT

(nods, turns)

Very well, then.

(opens the door)

                             MAYOR

(exits car)

My humblest apologies to the fine Pocket People.

                         PETER POCKET

Skip to the part about the VERY ATTRACTIVE WORKING RELATIONSHIP.

                             MAYOR

I really am sorry. I had no idea how really good you people were
at maintaining law and order. I wasn't even born when you people
landed here and kept our city from bankruptcy by replacing our
entire police force without pay. You were so good at it, I just
assumed that... well you know...

Listen, I just want you back... the citizens want you back. What
will it take to get you back?

                          PAUL POCKET

We're doing just fine here. I'm not sure I want to go back.

                        (RANDOM VOICES)

Me either.

We're doing just fine here.

We don't want your job offer.

Yeah. We don't need you or your job offer.

                         PETER POCKET

As you can tell, about half of us have decided to make our home
here... grow our own food, raise our children out here in the
country.

                             MAYOR

But the rest of you. What will it take to get you back?

                         PETER POCKET

Your father, the mayor, thought he could save the city some
money by making the citizens house us and feed us and transport
us around the city in their pockets. But, that arrangement has
created hard feelings among the citizens. So, we want our own
houses, our own food and our own transportation.

                             MAYOR

(to Assistant)

I don't know. Can we afford all that?

                           ASSISTANT

Let's listen to their demands.

                             MAYOR

(to Peter)

What did you have in mind?

                         PETER POCKET

We want you to move

(points)

these apartment buildings onto the roofs of the tallest
buildings in all three precincts. These will be our homes and
our police precinct buildings.

                             MAYOR

We can do that.

                         PETER POCKET

And if the owners of those buildings charge us rent, we want the
city to pay our rent.

                             MAYOR

You what?!

(to Assistant)

Can we afford that?!

                           ASSISTANT

(softly)

Mr Mayor, this could be a win-win situation here. If they run
the police force out of these little houses, we could sell off
all the precinct buildings...

                             MAYOR

And brag about the savings during an election year.

                           ASSISTANT

And if they'll do their own dispatching, we could fire all our
human dispatchers and save about $300,000 per year...

                             MAYOR

More savings.

(pumps fist)

Yes!

(to Peter)

Let's negotiate. Would you be willing to do your own
dispatching?

                         PETER POCKET

We've been doing all our own dispatching for years. Those men
you called dispatchers are the last of the human cops
waiting for retirement. They're really just janitors.

                             MAYOR

(to assistant)

Talk to the ad agency about a new ad campaign where I
single-handedly lowered taxes.

                           ASSISTANT

Moving along.

                             MAYOR

(to Peter)

Moving along.

                         PETER POCKET

We want a food allowance.

                             MAYOR

(to Assistant)

Can we...

                           ASSISTANT

Before you ask. One tomato can feed an entire Pocket family for
a week.

                             MAYOR

(to Peter)

We can afford that. Go on.

                         PETER POCKET

We want our own transportation, one vehicle for each officer.

                             MAYOR

There's only six patrol cars in the entire police department.
I'm not sure...

                           ASSISTANT


Listen to his suggestions.

                             MAYOR


But I'll listen to your suggestions.

                         PETER POCKET

We want a battery powered helicopter for each patrolman, plus
one battery powered fixed-wing airplane for surveillance on the
roof of each precinct building.

                             MAYOR

Helicopters? Airplanes? That sounds outrageously expensive.

                           ASSISTANT

(softly)

Toy helicopters are a hundred dollars each and a surveillance
drone is a thousand. Selling off our remaining six patrol cars
would more than pay for them.

                             MAYOR

(softly)

So, we still come out of this deal with money leftover.

(to Peter)

Done. We'll even by you some extra batteries. How about a
clothing allowance?

                           ASSISTANT

(softly)

Don't get carried away.

                             MAYOR

When can you start?

                         PETER POCKET

As soon as we get our helicopters and airplanes.

                             MAYOR

(to Assistant)

Make it happen.

                           ASSISTANT

(to cell phone)

Hello, Toys-R-Us?!

(turns away)

INT NIGHT WIDE: POCKET PEOPLE'S ROOFTOP RESIDENCE

(Pocket family is eating dinner, phone rings)

                         PENNY POCKET

Here we go again.

                         PUNKY POCKET

(taps blue-tooth headset and picks up a pen and readies for
writing)

9 1 1. What is the nature of your emergency?

(writes)

And the address?

(writes)

Thank you for calling. Please remain indoors and out of sight
until the perpetrators have been arrested and hauled away.

(taps headset, tears slip from pad, offers it to Penny Pocket)

                         PENNY POCKET

(stands, drinks the last of her drink, wipes mouth, rounds
table)

Duty calls. I'll try to help you with your algebra when I get
home. I'm sorry we have to involve you.

                         PUNKY POCKET

It's okay, Mama, I like being a dispatcher. It's kind of fun. I
have law enforcement in my blood.

                         PENNY POCKET

(takes slip, reads)

What do we have here?

(exits frame running)

                         PUNKY POCKET

(follows, shouts)

Armed robbery in progress at the Kit Kat Klub. Three men with
automatic weapons. 211 Maple. Stay safe. I'll notify Uncle Paul
and I'll call the jail to have them send the transport to pick
up the perps.

EXT NIGHT WIDE: POCKET PEOPLE'S ROOFTOP RESIDENCE HELIPORT

                         PENNY POCKET

(enters toy helicopter, fastens seat belt, flips switch, takes
controls, helicopter whirs quietly)

Paul Pocket, you got your ears on?

(as camera backs away, helicopter lifts off)

EXT NIGHT SPLIT-SCREEN: ANOTHER ROOFTOP RESIDENCE HELIPORT

                          PAUL POCKET

(fastens seat belt, flips switch, takes controls, helicopter
whirs quietly)

Ready for takeoff. 211 Maple?

(as camera backs away, helicopter lifts off)

                         PENNY POCKET

Affirmative. You take the back, I'll take the front. If the back
door is open, you come in and meet me at the manager's office
because that's where the money is kept.

                          PAUL POCKET

Roger that, Sis.

EXT NIGHT WIDE: KIT-KAT KLUB

(both helicopters dive toward an elaborate sign with blinking
neon lights "KIT KAT KLUB", they approach side-by-side
briefly, Paul veers down a nearby alley, while Penny flies into
the opening door above the heads of human party goers who are
exiting in a panic, they don't seem to notice her)

(jump cut to the back alley, where Paul turns the corner in time
to see the cooks and waitresses exit the back door in a panic,
he flies skillfully into the narrow opening of the closing door)

INT NIGHT WIDE: KIT-KAT KLUB

                          PAUL POCKET

Sis, I'm in the kitchen.

                         PENNY POCKET

Stand by.

(Penny hovers in a corner near the ceiling as the two thugs
standing back-to-back point their weapons in opposite directions
down the hallway out side the office. Club manager backs out the
office door into the hallway with his hands up followed by the
third thug who carries a stuffed cloth bag and a weapon, he
looks both ways)

We have two perps with weapons in the hallway out side the
office and now the manager is coming out of the office followed
by the third perp. We'll have fewer casualties if we can get
them to exit through the back door. So, I'll drive them toward
you.

                          PAUL POCKET

(hovering in a high corner of the kitchen)

Roger that.

                         PENNY POCKET

Perps coming your way...

(shoots her ray gun at the closest thug, hitting his gun which
slowly turns red. Thug drops the weapon like a hot potato)

Now.

All three perps are coming your way. But they have the manager
with them. Be careful.

                          PAUL POCKET

Roger that.

                             THUG1

(shakes hand, sucks fingers, backs away)

What was that?! Boss, I've been hit. I think the cops is coming
in through the front door.

(looks in all directions)

I think.

                             THUG2

Cops? There ain't no cops left in town. But just in case...

(pushes manager toward kitchen, points weapon in all directions)

...we'll go out the back way.

                             THUG3

(leading the way through the kitchen, points weapon in all
directions)

All clear in the kitchen, Boss.

                             THUG2

(follows, looks back at Thug1)

I didn't hear no shots fired.

What happened to your gun?

                             THUG1

I don't know. All I know is my gun turned red-hot.

                             THUG2

You been drinking again, haven't you?

                             THUG1

(shows hand)

Look, Boss! It burned my hand.

                         PENNY POCKET

I'll take out the last one as soon as the other two perps turn
the corner.

(pushes a button on the helicopter, propelling an unfurling net
at Thug1, wrapping him up and tightening as he struggles)

One perp down, two to go.

                          PAUL POCKET

I have eyes on the other two

(clicks the control on his ray gun, then fires at a spoon on the
counter behind Thugs three, spoon whisks onto the floor)

                             THUG3

(turns, backs away, looking all directions)

What was that?

                             THUG2

There's nothing there! Keep moving!

                             THUG3

I would have swore I heard something over here, Boss.

                          PAUL POCKET

(fires at a mop handle behind Thug3, it falls, trips Thug3
backward, his weapon falls from his hand and slides across the
room and out of reach under a tea cart. Paul fires at a large
sack of flour on the shelf above Thug3, it falls on Thug3 and
disintegrates on his face)

Second perp is down, one to go.

                             THUG2

(looks both ways)

Lenny?! Elmo?! Where are you guys?!

(turns corner, sees Thug3 out cold on the floor)

Lenny! You klutz!

                         PENNY POCKET

(rounds the corner near the ceiling, assesses the situation)

You take his gun, I'll take the perp. On your go.

(helicopter dives to the floor and under a table).

                          PAUL POCKET

Three, two, one. Go.

(fires his ray gun at Thug2's weapon, blue lightning surrounds
it)

                             THUG2

(body shakes, he drops the weapon, backs away, looks around
while shaking his wounded hand, backs toward the door)

What is going on here? This place should be condemned by the
health department.

(a mop handle slides out from under the table behind Thug2, he
trips over it, falls backward out the back door as a net from
Paul's helicopter expands and wraps Thug2 tightly)

                         PENNY POCKET

This is SWAT THREE to base.

                         PUNKY POCKET

This is base. Go ahead, Mama.

                         PENNY POCKET

Code 4 at the Kit Kat Klub. Send the jail transport to the back
alley to pick up the trash.

                         PUNKY POCKET

Ten-four. Transport is enroute. E.T.A. one minute. But I have
another armed robbery call for you, Mama.

                         PENNY POCKET

I don't think we're going to get much sleep tonight.

(exits toward red and blue flashing lights in the back alley)

                          PAUL POCKET

Welcome home, Sis.

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