Episode 4 - Yet to Be Named
Prologue
[Moon thing, waa, babushka doll slices moon = the god, old man telling]
START
[view of space, zoom in on a planet]
Old Man (Voice Over): Let me tell you a story, son. The Truth.
[Zoom to a purple moon]
Old Man (V.O.): Thar be once a god that was trapped in the moon. Those who prayed to her were a brave group, for those who did were punished by death. For she be trapped for a reason.
[Zoom down to the planet nearby, through clouds to an aeroplane, then into actual cabin]
Old Man (V.O.): However, everything changed one day…
[A blade slices through the plane, then onwards and slices the moon in half. The god looks up from where she was (looks as though she was bathing in the half-moon that’s now there)]
God: [Angry noises, breaths fire down upon the abattoir whose blade had been lost vertically (with great velocity)]
Abattoir Worker: Oops
[a long series of fire follows, followed by a fade out]
[Fade into the Old Man and Monsieur Ninjo (who is indeed young)]
Monsieur Ninjo: Is that all, father?
Old Man: What?
Ninjo: What happened?
Old Man: A few scandals with some chickens. Speaking of which (walks into a fish shop)
[Ninjo looks confused, but mostly distressed]
Scene 1
Ninjo: There are some strange stories around.
Disgruntled writer: Yeah, and I don’t find anything relevant about it all.
[Enter Whip jumping out of his ride. Goes to yell in Western pub]
Whip: I know you’re in there, Parliamentarians! Come back and vote.
[Ninjo and writer walk past, ignoring scene]
Ninjo: But when I ask real questions I get nothing. They seem interesting but I don’t know. Life has got me down.
Writer: Yeah life sucks. I have strong feelings about issues, and, stuff.
Ninjo: Yeah feelings make you feel stuff.
Both turn back and see the Whip dragging the Parliamentarians out of the Western Pub with a lasso.
Ninjo: I need to go to ninja school. I’ll talk to you later.
Writer: Yeah see ya.
Scene 2 - Back at the apartment.
The disgruntled writer sits at a type writer, a blank page is in the machine. He starts typing and the words appear on the page: “I am not an elephant”
The writer becomes delirious, and falls off his chair.
There is a knock at the door. A man is standing there.
Man: Hello sir, how are you.
The writer leans out the door, looks left down the hallway, then right then back at the man.
Writer: Who sent you?
Man: I’m here with United Insurance, we’re offering a great deal on aluminium siding.
Writer: Is that so?
Man: Yes, with all aluminium siding you get a free window glazer.
The man opens his brief cased and pulls a window glazer from it.
Window glazer: I smell like Windex.
Ninjo returns, sweating.
Ninjo: Who’s this bozo?
Man: My name is Dan, I’m here to sell turtles at a discounted rate.
Ninjo walks past slamming the door in the Man’s face.
Ninjo: Written anything?
Writer: Only the greatest words man has ever known!
Ninjo: So you’ve written nothing…
Writer: Come, come.
The two walk over to the type writer. Ninjo looks at the page, shrugs his shoulder and walks into the kitchen. The writer follows him. Ninjo starts making coffee.
Writer: Don’t you understand. I’ve seen the face of God and put his image into words.
Ninjo: The face of God is a quadruple stuffed oreo.
Writer: I know, that’s what I’ve captured in my writing.
A knock is heard at the door. Ninjo walks out. The camera stays on the writer who proceeds to drink Ninjo's coffee.
Heard in the background: Hello sir, do you know the deal I can do you on refurbished shelving units?
A Ninja scream is heard, followed by the sound of a man being slammed into a wall and a door slamming.
Ninjo walks back into the room: What?