The ultimate story evaar... Funk Quest.
BLACK SCREEN: Words appear “FUNK QUEST” Party Pits Apocalypse plays simultaneously with title.
black and white still shots introducing the characters.
Radio Roberto
Bikini Kiwi
Insect Joe
Thordthur
PICTURE: BELLINGHAM CITY SCAPE
“The College town of Bellingham was once a bastion of local independent and all ages music, that was before the time of arrogance.”
Page 1
Picture: cartoon lightning cracks over Bellingham city scape
“The Evil Scenester master Bert Birtch decided that Bellingham was too cool for the outside world, he cast a curse over the town that rooted all feet to the spot, taking the glide out of the stride and the dip out of the hip.”
“With audiences so stuck up and so un-grooving touring bands stopped coming to Bellingham. The town became a musically inbred waist land lacking creativity and outside influence or attention.”
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Picture:. RECORDING STUDIO (Manslaughter Hill) - NIGHT
INSECT JOE is obsessively going over a What’s UP! Magazine
“Insect Joe, the owner of Manslaughter Hill Records is reading the latest local music magazine when he becomes distressed. “This is terrible! With out any publicity Manslaughter Hill won’t sell any albums… then we can’t record albums… then… there will be… NO ALBUMS!!!””
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Picture: INT. Bedroom (Teenager Basement) - Day RADIO ROBERTO and BIKINI KIWI are kicking back on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Radio Roberto and Bikini Kiwi, together they are Radio Bikini, dropping the bomb on musically inept souls while they do it to you in your eardrum. The Duo are relaxing on a Saturday afternoon after a long session of sonic deconstruction. Roberto turns to Kiwi and say “Ya know what? I haven’t been to a good concert in a long time.”
Kiwi replies, “Come to think of it, neither have I, I should check the corner pocket.”
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Picture: Day RADIO ROBERTO and BIKINI KIWI are kicking back on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Insect Joe is at the window.
As Kiwi turns to a computer Insect Joe taps on the window making Roberto look up. Roberto opens the window and Insect Joe showves a stack of CDs through.
Insect Joe says as if out of breath, “Here take these, they are unreleased Sonic Youth bootlegs from 87 to 94.”
“Sweet thanks!” Robby says, pleasantly surprised, “Are you just spreading the love? Or-“
Joe starts before Roberto can finish, “You guys gotta help, you just gotta. Please life the Scenester’s Curse otherwise Bellingham will become increasingly creatively stagnant, and no one wants to buy stagnant records.”
Kiwi replies in a lazy half laugh, “Yeah, we’ve been sitting around complaining about it but we never really do anything…. It might be this whole America thing we’re caught up in.”
Roberto backs up Kiwi’s statement, “Yeah, too true, I wouldn’t count on us to get anything done… maybe you should try to get someone like the Russians to do it, they got the power.”
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Picture: BIKINI KIWI is kicking back on a lazy Saturday afternoon, radio Roberto is worked up and pissed. Insect Joe is at the window.
“But the Russians left!” Joe pleads with Roberto, “They are melting the faces off of teeny boppers in Oakland.”
“I’ll melt the faces off of-“ Mumbles Kiwi.
Before Kiwi can finish his snide remark Roberto presses Joe on the matter. “The Russians went on tour already?” He yells, “GOD DAMMIT! Did they have a kick off show? I never saw it on the calendar.” Roberto pleads, hoping there is a mistake.
“Yeah, it was at the Night Light, so it would have been on the twenty one plus calendar.” Joe replied unphased.
Roberto bursts into a rage, “BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRTCH! I could pimp smack me some-“
“Well I guess that settles it, you’ve started a build up of energy in Roberto here. The only way he’ll come back down is to boost him up with some coke and then focus all his energy towards some creative purpose.” Kiwi cuts off Roberto in a matter of fact tone.
“Good to hear! In addition to those bootlegs I’ll give up my Velvet Underground original release vinyl when your task is complete. But now, I must be off to pick up some prescriptions en rote from Canada, later guys.” Concluded Insect Joe. He closes the window and walks away, Radio Roberto and Bikini Kiwi make their way upstairs looking at each other in puzzlement.
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PICTURE: ROBERTO AND KIWI ARE IN THE KITCHEN.
Bikini Kiwi turns to Roberto and asks, “How the hell are we supposed to lift a curse?”
“You’re the Dungeon’s and Dragons magic geek you tell me.” Roberto replied sarcastically.
Looking off in thought Kiwi replies, “Well, we might have to do some research, I’ve never heard of the Scenester class of magic spell but-“
Roberto cuts him off, “I was only kidding, god, you don’t actually expect to be able-“
“Maybe we should look at this from a different angle.” Replied Kiwi as if he didn’t even hear Roberto’s words.
“No shit Sherlock.” Retorted Roberto.
Kiwi suggests. “The great Thordthur, psychedelic guru shaman, he’s the most magical person I know, we should go see what he has to say.”
Roberto agrees, “You’re right, he’s like George Clinton meets Yoda, if anyone knows how to deal with a curse it’d be him.”
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Picture: ROBERTO AND KIWI ARE RIDING BIKES OUT THE ALLEY
AND SO THE DUO SET OFF ON AN UNEVENTFULLY EPIC JOURNEY ACROSS TOWN TO CONSULT THORDTHUR, PSYCHEDELIC GURU SHAMAN.
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PICTURE: SIGN ON THE DOOR OF THOR’S VAN
SIGN
If you’re Fuzzy please nock.
Hippies come on in.
Bikini Kiwi looks puzzled, “isn’t that a contradiction, I mean aren’t most hippies fuzzy?”
“I think he means THE FUZZ, as in the police.” Roberto replies exasperated.
“Well then I guess we fall into category B.,” replies Kiwi optimistically.
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Picture: INT. VAN (THOR’S) - Candles illuminate the dim room and incense can be seen burning. In the back on a small cot Thordthur is sitting, eyes closed, meditating.
Bikini Kiwi and Radio Roberto step into the Van, they see The Great Thordthur amidst his sea of spirituality and shrug. “Oh great Thordthur, we apologize for interrupting your deep meditation but-“ Kiwi starts uncertainly.
“First. Do not apologize for something you do consciously.” Thordthur cuts off Kiwi, “Second. Only some one who wants something would embellish my name with great.” He opens one eye, “What can I do for the two of you?”
Again Kiwi starts, this time more sure of himself, “We come seeking your wisdom, you of all people should be aware of the arrogance Curse looming over this town, cast by the Evil Scenester Bert Birtch.”
Deep in contemplation, Thordthur chooses his words carefully, “Aware of yes, but only those of weak wills let themselves succumb to the impotent magic of social stigma. I sense that you two have strong senses of self, how does this Curse affect you?”
As if Yoda turned a light bulb on in side Roberto’s head he answer’s Thordthur’s question, “Unfortunately, every person alive, dead, or yet to be borne are interconnected. Since the majority of our fellow population are weak, and thus easily swept away by the Evil Scenester’s magic, the town as a whole now suffers. No touring bands will come here because the majority is unappreciative; we are literally not worth their time. “
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Picture: Thordthur opens both eyes and gives one of those Guru all knowing grins.
Thordthur opens both eyes and gives one of those Guru all knowing grins, “Good answer, I will help you and I think I know just the thing. The prophets Starchild and The Long Haired Sucker once mentioned a Bomb, a bomb that when detonated would release a funkedelic blast. All life caught in the radius of this blast will have the uncontrollable urge to dance. “
Kiwi and Roberto are ecstatic at this news. “It’s perfect! Yes, yes, we want the bomb-“ Kiwi starts singing.
“We want the P-funk!” Roberto continues the song.
“WE WANTS TO GET FUNKED UP!” the two conclude in unison.
“But how are we supposed to get our hands on this P-bomb?” Roberto asks, coming back down to earth.
“I’m glad you ask, according to the radio show I heard this afternoon, I do believe The Mothership is currently orbiting our planet.” Replies Thordthur.
“And if anything is armed with P-bombs it’s gotta be The Mothership.” Infers Kiwi.
“But how are we supposed to get to it though, I mean it’s up there, we’re down here…” inquires Roberto.
Kiwi suggests, “Well I have been doing some research for some time now on Do It Your Self rocket ship building but I don’t think that’s gonna work.”
Roberto has another light bulb moment, “Wait, wait, didn’t George Clinton say something about a Cadillac with no wheels? Fly through space?”
“So that means we have to bike all the way out to the junkyard, break in, and steal a Cadillac with no wheels?” Replies Kiwi sounding defeated.
Thordthur pipes up, “At the first glance yes, but I do believe we are sitting on a bit of a goldmine.”
Roberto puts the pieces together, “OF COURSE! Cadillace with no wheels, 70s RV with no engine, what’s the difference?”
“I do seem to remember the dude who sold me this thing was a bit gangly, and had rather green tinted skin, but that could be due to a number of factors.” Adds Thordthur randomly.
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Picture: Ext. Van - DAY smoke and steam emit from under the van.
Bikini Kiwi with out warning begins, “Countdown Commencing, ten, nine, eight…”
Radio Roberto moves to the front of the Van and gets in the pilot’s seat while Kiwi-still counting down-takes up copilot position.
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Picture Ext. Earth - SPACE the van comes flying around the world and moves towards the Mothership.
BLASTOFF!
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Picture: Screen showing the back of Thor/Bik/Rad heads with Imperial officer on the screen.
CONTROLLER (over radio)
We have you on our screen now. Please
identify.
Radio Roberto
WHAT IS THIS? FREAKIN STARWARS?
CONTROLLER (over radio)
We have you on our screen now. Please
identify.
Radio Roberto
Uhm, this is Van P-F-U-N-K requestin permission to board the Mothership.
CONTROLLER (over radio)
Van P-F-U-N-K, transmit the clearance code
for docking bay passage.
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Picture shows sticky note with numbers on stuck to the dashboard of the van.
Radio Roberto
Transmission commencing.
Thordthur
Now we find out if the cheat for the tenth level of Galaga happens to be the landing code for the mothership.
Roberto
It'll work… maybe.
Picture showing interior of van
Bikini Kiwi
Why the hell is Vader on that ship?
HAN
I don’t know why the hell is the Empire on that ship?
Thordthur
yeah… and what happened to George Clinton?
Bikini Kiwi
I'm endangering the mission. I shouldn't have
come.
Radio Roberto
What are you talking about its not like your Luke Skywalker or anything… besides you look like Chewbacca.
Bikini Kiwi
Makes a grunting whine like emulating Chewbacca
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Picture: INT VADER'S STAR DESTROYER - BRIDGE 60
VADER
Where is that van going?
PIETT (into comlink)
Van P-F-U-N-K, what is your cargo and
destination?
Radio Roberto
Cactuses and Homies to get down on the mothership.
The Bridge Commander looks to Vader for a reaction.
VADER
Do they have a code clearance?
PIETT
It's an older code, sir, but it checks out. I
was about to clear them
PIETT
Shall I hold them?
VADER
No. Leave them to me. I will deal with them
myself.
CONTROLLER (filtered)
Van P-F-U-N-K, deactivation of the shield
will commence immediately. You are cleared for landing.
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“Well if the empire has taken over the Mothership no wonder the Scenester was able to cast that curse so easily… but how are we going to deal with this?” Asks Roberto worriedly.
Bikini Kiwi bounds towards the door replying exuberantly, “Leave that to me, I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on this whole starwars thing.”
Picture on word page: shows stack of starwars video games.
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Picture: the blasting of many storm troopers and vader in the background
And so Bikini Kiwi did move through the mothership blasting all storm troopers in sight until he is able to safely recover the P-bomb, only making it back onto the Van before Darth Vader arrives in all his dark power.
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PICTURE: VAN FLYING AWAY FROM MOTHERSHIP
With the precious cargo now aboard the Van, the trio speeds towards earth, and their bombing target.
Having narrowly escaped death Bikini Kiwi feels it his duty to make a witty remark, “Well that’s that, lets drop this thing and tear the roof off some suckers.”
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PICTURE: BELLINGHAM CITY SCAPE VAN FLIES OVER THE TOWN AND DROPS THE P-BOMB. IMPRINT A PRISMA COLOR MUSHROOM CLOUD OVER THE CITY.
And so it came to pass that Radio Bikini dropped the bomb on Bellingham, 100,000 kilowatts of P-funk power, and from that day on they all wanted the funk.
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black and white still shots introducing the characters.
Radio Roberto
Bikini Kiwi
Insect Joe
Thordthur
PICTURE: BELLINGHAM CITY SCAPE
“The College town of Bellingham was once a bastion of local independent and all ages music, that was before the time of arrogance.”
Page 1
Picture: cartoon lightning cracks over Bellingham city scape
“The Evil Scenester master Bert Birtch decided that Bellingham was too cool for the outside world, he cast a curse over the town that rooted all feet to the spot, taking the glide out of the stride and the dip out of the hip.”
“With audiences so stuck up and so un-grooving touring bands stopped coming to Bellingham. The town became a musically inbred waist land lacking creativity and outside influence or attention.”
Page 2
Picture:. RECORDING STUDIO (Manslaughter Hill) - NIGHT
INSECT JOE is obsessively going over a What’s UP! Magazine
“Insect Joe, the owner of Manslaughter Hill Records is reading the latest local music magazine when he becomes distressed. “This is terrible! With out any publicity Manslaughter Hill won’t sell any albums… then we can’t record albums… then… there will be… NO ALBUMS!!!””
Page 3
Picture: INT. Bedroom (Teenager Basement) - Day RADIO ROBERTO and BIKINI KIWI are kicking back on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Radio Roberto and Bikini Kiwi, together they are Radio Bikini, dropping the bomb on musically inept souls while they do it to you in your eardrum. The Duo are relaxing on a Saturday afternoon after a long session of sonic deconstruction. Roberto turns to Kiwi and say “Ya know what? I haven’t been to a good concert in a long time.”
Kiwi replies, “Come to think of it, neither have I, I should check the corner pocket.”
Page 4
Picture: Day RADIO ROBERTO and BIKINI KIWI are kicking back on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Insect Joe is at the window.
As Kiwi turns to a computer Insect Joe taps on the window making Roberto look up. Roberto opens the window and Insect Joe showves a stack of CDs through.
Insect Joe says as if out of breath, “Here take these, they are unreleased Sonic Youth bootlegs from 87 to 94.”
“Sweet thanks!” Robby says, pleasantly surprised, “Are you just spreading the love? Or-“
Joe starts before Roberto can finish, “You guys gotta help, you just gotta. Please life the Scenester’s Curse otherwise Bellingham will become increasingly creatively stagnant, and no one wants to buy stagnant records.”
Kiwi replies in a lazy half laugh, “Yeah, we’ve been sitting around complaining about it but we never really do anything…. It might be this whole America thing we’re caught up in.”
Roberto backs up Kiwi’s statement, “Yeah, too true, I wouldn’t count on us to get anything done… maybe you should try to get someone like the Russians to do it, they got the power.”
Page 5
Picture: BIKINI KIWI is kicking back on a lazy Saturday afternoon, radio Roberto is worked up and pissed. Insect Joe is at the window.
“But the Russians left!” Joe pleads with Roberto, “They are melting the faces off of teeny boppers in Oakland.”
“I’ll melt the faces off of-“ Mumbles Kiwi.
Before Kiwi can finish his snide remark Roberto presses Joe on the matter. “The Russians went on tour already?” He yells, “GOD DAMMIT! Did they have a kick off show? I never saw it on the calendar.” Roberto pleads, hoping there is a mistake.
“Yeah, it was at the Night Light, so it would have been on the twenty one plus calendar.” Joe replied unphased.
Roberto bursts into a rage, “BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRTCH! I could pimp smack me some-“
“Well I guess that settles it, you’ve started a build up of energy in Roberto here. The only way he’ll come back down is to boost him up with some coke and then focus all his energy towards some creative purpose.” Kiwi cuts off Roberto in a matter of fact tone.
“Good to hear! In addition to those bootlegs I’ll give up my Velvet Underground original release vinyl when your task is complete. But now, I must be off to pick up some prescriptions en rote from Canada, later guys.” Concluded Insect Joe. He closes the window and walks away, Radio Roberto and Bikini Kiwi make their way upstairs looking at each other in puzzlement.
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PICTURE: ROBERTO AND KIWI ARE IN THE KITCHEN.
Bikini Kiwi turns to Roberto and asks, “How the hell are we supposed to lift a curse?”
“You’re the Dungeon’s and Dragons magic geek you tell me.” Roberto replied sarcastically.
Looking off in thought Kiwi replies, “Well, we might have to do some research, I’ve never heard of the Scenester class of magic spell but-“
Roberto cuts him off, “I was only kidding, god, you don’t actually expect to be able-“
“Maybe we should look at this from a different angle.” Replied Kiwi as if he didn’t even hear Roberto’s words.
“No shit Sherlock.” Retorted Roberto.
Kiwi suggests. “The great Thordthur, psychedelic guru shaman, he’s the most magical person I know, we should go see what he has to say.”
Roberto agrees, “You’re right, he’s like George Clinton meets Yoda, if anyone knows how to deal with a curse it’d be him.”
Page 7
Picture: ROBERTO AND KIWI ARE RIDING BIKES OUT THE ALLEY
AND SO THE DUO SET OFF ON AN UNEVENTFULLY EPIC JOURNEY ACROSS TOWN TO CONSULT THORDTHUR, PSYCHEDELIC GURU SHAMAN.
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PICTURE: SIGN ON THE DOOR OF THOR’S VAN
SIGN
If you’re Fuzzy please nock.
Hippies come on in.
Bikini Kiwi looks puzzled, “isn’t that a contradiction, I mean aren’t most hippies fuzzy?”
“I think he means THE FUZZ, as in the police.” Roberto replies exasperated.
“Well then I guess we fall into category B.,” replies Kiwi optimistically.
Page 9
Picture: INT. VAN (THOR’S) - Candles illuminate the dim room and incense can be seen burning. In the back on a small cot Thordthur is sitting, eyes closed, meditating.
Bikini Kiwi and Radio Roberto step into the Van, they see The Great Thordthur amidst his sea of spirituality and shrug. “Oh great Thordthur, we apologize for interrupting your deep meditation but-“ Kiwi starts uncertainly.
“First. Do not apologize for something you do consciously.” Thordthur cuts off Kiwi, “Second. Only some one who wants something would embellish my name with great.” He opens one eye, “What can I do for the two of you?”
Again Kiwi starts, this time more sure of himself, “We come seeking your wisdom, you of all people should be aware of the arrogance Curse looming over this town, cast by the Evil Scenester Bert Birtch.”
Deep in contemplation, Thordthur chooses his words carefully, “Aware of yes, but only those of weak wills let themselves succumb to the impotent magic of social stigma. I sense that you two have strong senses of self, how does this Curse affect you?”
As if Yoda turned a light bulb on in side Roberto’s head he answer’s Thordthur’s question, “Unfortunately, every person alive, dead, or yet to be borne are interconnected. Since the majority of our fellow population are weak, and thus easily swept away by the Evil Scenester’s magic, the town as a whole now suffers. No touring bands will come here because the majority is unappreciative; we are literally not worth their time. “
Page 10
Picture: Thordthur opens both eyes and gives one of those Guru all knowing grins.
Thordthur opens both eyes and gives one of those Guru all knowing grins, “Good answer, I will help you and I think I know just the thing. The prophets Starchild and The Long Haired Sucker once mentioned a Bomb, a bomb that when detonated would release a funkedelic blast. All life caught in the radius of this blast will have the uncontrollable urge to dance. “
Kiwi and Roberto are ecstatic at this news. “It’s perfect! Yes, yes, we want the bomb-“ Kiwi starts singing.
“We want the P-funk!” Roberto continues the song.
“WE WANTS TO GET FUNKED UP!” the two conclude in unison.
“But how are we supposed to get our hands on this P-bomb?” Roberto asks, coming back down to earth.
“I’m glad you ask, according to the radio show I heard this afternoon, I do believe The Mothership is currently orbiting our planet.” Replies Thordthur.
“And if anything is armed with P-bombs it’s gotta be The Mothership.” Infers Kiwi.
“But how are we supposed to get to it though, I mean it’s up there, we’re down here…” inquires Roberto.
Kiwi suggests, “Well I have been doing some research for some time now on Do It Your Self rocket ship building but I don’t think that’s gonna work.”
Roberto has another light bulb moment, “Wait, wait, didn’t George Clinton say something about a Cadillac with no wheels? Fly through space?”
“So that means we have to bike all the way out to the junkyard, break in, and steal a Cadillac with no wheels?” Replies Kiwi sounding defeated.
Thordthur pipes up, “At the first glance yes, but I do believe we are sitting on a bit of a goldmine.”
Roberto puts the pieces together, “OF COURSE! Cadillace with no wheels, 70s RV with no engine, what’s the difference?”
“I do seem to remember the dude who sold me this thing was a bit gangly, and had rather green tinted skin, but that could be due to a number of factors.” Adds Thordthur randomly.
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Picture: Ext. Van - DAY smoke and steam emit from under the van.
Bikini Kiwi with out warning begins, “Countdown Commencing, ten, nine, eight…”
Radio Roberto moves to the front of the Van and gets in the pilot’s seat while Kiwi-still counting down-takes up copilot position.
PAGE 12
Picture Ext. Earth - SPACE the van comes flying around the world and moves towards the Mothership.
BLASTOFF!
Page 13
Picture: Screen showing the back of Thor/Bik/Rad heads with Imperial officer on the screen.
CONTROLLER (over radio)
We have you on our screen now. Please
identify.
Radio Roberto
WHAT IS THIS? FREAKIN STARWARS?
CONTROLLER (over radio)
We have you on our screen now. Please
identify.
Radio Roberto
Uhm, this is Van P-F-U-N-K requestin permission to board the Mothership.
CONTROLLER (over radio)
Van P-F-U-N-K, transmit the clearance code
for docking bay passage.
Page: 14
Picture shows sticky note with numbers on stuck to the dashboard of the van.
Radio Roberto
Transmission commencing.
Thordthur
Now we find out if the cheat for the tenth level of Galaga happens to be the landing code for the mothership.
Roberto
It'll work… maybe.
Picture showing interior of van
Bikini Kiwi
Why the hell is Vader on that ship?
HAN
I don’t know why the hell is the Empire on that ship?
Thordthur
yeah… and what happened to George Clinton?
Bikini Kiwi
I'm endangering the mission. I shouldn't have
come.
Radio Roberto
What are you talking about its not like your Luke Skywalker or anything… besides you look like Chewbacca.
Bikini Kiwi
Makes a grunting whine like emulating Chewbacca
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Picture: INT VADER'S STAR DESTROYER - BRIDGE 60
VADER
Where is that van going?
PIETT (into comlink)
Van P-F-U-N-K, what is your cargo and
destination?
Radio Roberto
Cactuses and Homies to get down on the mothership.
The Bridge Commander looks to Vader for a reaction.
VADER
Do they have a code clearance?
PIETT
It's an older code, sir, but it checks out. I
was about to clear them
PIETT
Shall I hold them?
VADER
No. Leave them to me. I will deal with them
myself.
CONTROLLER (filtered)
Van P-F-U-N-K, deactivation of the shield
will commence immediately. You are cleared for landing.
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“Well if the empire has taken over the Mothership no wonder the Scenester was able to cast that curse so easily… but how are we going to deal with this?” Asks Roberto worriedly.
Bikini Kiwi bounds towards the door replying exuberantly, “Leave that to me, I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on this whole starwars thing.”
Picture on word page: shows stack of starwars video games.
Page 17
Picture: the blasting of many storm troopers and vader in the background
And so Bikini Kiwi did move through the mothership blasting all storm troopers in sight until he is able to safely recover the P-bomb, only making it back onto the Van before Darth Vader arrives in all his dark power.
Page 18
PICTURE: VAN FLYING AWAY FROM MOTHERSHIP
With the precious cargo now aboard the Van, the trio speeds towards earth, and their bombing target.
Having narrowly escaped death Bikini Kiwi feels it his duty to make a witty remark, “Well that’s that, lets drop this thing and tear the roof off some suckers.”
PAGE 19
PICTURE: BELLINGHAM CITY SCAPE VAN FLIES OVER THE TOWN AND DROPS THE P-BOMB. IMPRINT A PRISMA COLOR MUSHROOM CLOUD OVER THE CITY.
And so it came to pass that Radio Bikini dropped the bomb on Bellingham, 100,000 kilowatts of P-funk power, and from that day on they all wanted the funk.
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