M:TM: Chapter 9: The Final Battle/You Do Care?/Destorying The Engine Room
INT. MEGA S.A.R.A.H. - FLOATING MAIN DECK - CONTINUOUS
Erica, Dressy, Jessica, and the Sophies step out onto the surreal, patchwork landscape. The familiar brick storefronts, street signs, and neighborhoods of Piqua have been violently torn up and fused into the metallic hull of the fortress in a chaotic, tangled mess.
(Gasps, clutching her hippie crystal)
But it's like, all totally mixed up! The nail salon is fused into the recycling center! It's a structural tragedy!
Okay, Gal Pals, let's go!
(Striking sharp spy-poses in unison)
The girls drop low, swiftly and silently rolling behind a floating mailbox and slipping through the shadows with perfect, elite espionage precision.
Suddenly, George, Harold, and a completely empathy-overloaded Melvin come boisterously leaping out of nowhere. They are holding hands, kicking their legs out, and goofily skipping down the corridor like happy schoolchildren on summer break, completely plowing right into the girls and knocking them into a tangled heap.
(Singing loudly and cheerfully)
♪ Stealth skipping, stealth skipping, stealth skipping, stealth skipping! ♪
(Rubbing her head, deeply annoyed)
(Pointing wildly at a tilted brick facade)
Before Erica can scold them, George, Harold, and Melvin scrambles over the wreckage, aggressively scrambling through a shattered, upside-down window frame and climbing right into the school's exposed ceiling infrastructure.
INT. JEROME HORWITZ ELEMENTARY - CONTINUOUS
The boys drop into a familiar hallway, but everything is completely inverted. Lockers are welded onto the ceiling, and classroom doors lead straight into empty space.
Wow, the school's all topsy-turvy!
(Swinging his arms happily, eyes filled with pink hearts)
I love what Mr. Krupp has done with the place! Especially all this blood everywhere!
(Eyes bugging out in pure, unadulterated horror)
Harold looks down. A thick, dark red puddle is dripping rhythmically onto the tilted floor tiles.
(Screaming at the top of his lungs, running in circles)
BLOOD! There's blood all over the floor! Blood, blood, blood, blood!!!
George watches in absolute panic as Harold aggressively drops to his knees, hesitates for a microsecond, and then cautiously sticks out his tongue to taste a small drop of the mysterious red liquid.
Harold blinks, his screaming instantly stopping.
SPLIP! Another giant drop of thick red ketchup falls straight out of the rafters, landing perfectly right onto the tip of Harold's nose.
George and Harold slowly tilt their heads upward, squinting into the dark, shadowy rafters of the ceiling grid.
Hanging completely upside down from a water pipe by his toes is none other than HUBBA, the prehistoric cavekid! Clinging tightly to the steel beam right next to him by its claws is his pet baby Triceratops, FOOTISE. Hubba is holding a crumpled paper sleeve of fast-food french fries, aggressively shaking a plastic ketchup bottle upside down, entirely confused as the sauce drips away from his food.
(Grunting, scratching his messy cave-hair)
Huh? Hubba lost food. Gravity mean to Hubba.
(Jumping back in utter disbelief)
The water pipe violently bends. Hubba and Footise instantly unstick themselves from the ceiling, plummeting straight down through the air and landing with a heavy, comedic THUD flat on their backs right in front of the boys.
Hubba sits up, rubbing his primitive loincloth and blinking at the fluorescent lights.
Hubba upside down hours ago. Brain feel like mashed berries.
INT. JEROME HORWITZ ELEMENTARY - CONTINUOUS
BANG-CRASH! A tilted locker door violently bursts open further down the hallway. Scrambling out of the upside-down metal frame comes STEVE "GOOCH" YAMAGUCHI, immediately tripping over a loose ceiling tile. He is followed closely by the massive, gentle giant BO HWEEMUTH, and a heavily sweating STANLEY PEET, who is actively fanning his armpits where vibrant green vines and small daisies are visibly sprouting.
Hey, avocad-bros! We were getting tired of being upside down in the teacher's lounge. The gravity up here is totally messing with my root system.
Melvin instantly bounces forward, his giant pink heart-pupils spinning wildly as he clasps his hands together in absolute, pure adoration.
Oh, I love company! New friends! Precious, beautiful organic lifeforms! Group hug, anyone?!
Hubba, Footsie, Bo, Gooch, and Stanley all freeze. They stare at Melvin's incredibly sappy, boundary-crossing behavior in total, deadpan confusion. Footsie lets out a low, puzzled triceratops whimper.
(Chuckling nervously, pointing a thumb at Melvin)
Don't worry, he's cool. Empathy overload.
(Scratching his chin thoughtfully)
Empathy overload? Is that like when I accidentally sculpt too many feelings into a clay statue?
Long story! We gotta get him to S.A.R.A.H. and save the universe!
(Sighing, looking down at his sneakers)
How? I'm supposed to be the tech guy in our group, but I still don't have any actual tech skills. A stray black cat literally walked past me three minutes ago. I'm kind of dead weight here.
Before Gooch can finish wallowing in his misfortune, a barrage of high-tech spy grappling hooks violently crashes straight through the upside-down hallway windows! The high-tensile steel cables wrap securely around the waists of George, Harold, Melvin, Gooch, Bo, Stanley, Hubba, and even the heavy baby triceratops, Footsie!
(Screaming as they are violently yanked backward)
EXT. FLOATING MAIN DECK - CONTINUOUS
The entire boy posse is forcefully reeled right out of the school building, landing in a giant, chaotic pile of arms and legs flat on the metallic deck of the battle station.
Standing right over them, holding the smoking winch-launchers, are Erica Wang, Jessica, Dressy, the Sophies, and the hovering drone B.E.N.J.I.
(Popping his head out from under Bo's giant arm, waving)
Hi, guys! Look who we found!
Bo leaps to his feet, dusting off his overalls and grinning grandly at the massive, interconnected team of Piqua's finest misfits.
A nearby overhead ventilation grate violently snaps off its screws. GIZMOBOT plummets straight out of the metal ductwork, falling flat through the air and landing with a loud, metallic CRUNCH right on top of the giant pile of boys.
Erica breaks her spy stance, her eyes widening as she takes in the gleaming chrome armor plates.
Screwball?! I mean... GizmoBot?!
(Pumping a mechanical fist, visor flashing)
Heard there's trouble, so I came to help!
George rolls his eyes, leaning over and whispering aggressively toward the side of GizmoBot's spherical blue helmet.
Great timing, Johnny. We were trying to do the whole stealth thing.
Before GizmoBot can respond, Melvin crawls over on his hands and knees. His giant pink heart-pupils spin wildly as he happily rubs his cheek directly against GizmoBot's polished chrome shoulder pad, purring like a kitten.
Say... this heavy-duty tactical armor is so incredibly soft! It feels like a marshmallow made of justice!
GizmoBot freezes, his automated targeting reticle glitching out as he tries to process the boundary-crossing affection.
Um... what's the matter with you? Did your main motherboard short-circuit, kid?
Long story, GizmoBot! But we got to stop S.A.R.A.H. before she takes over the real world!
GizmoBot's visor flares with absolute, heroic determination. He cracks his robotic knuckles, stepping in front of the massive crowd of Piqua kids.
So, if she wanted a party... she's gonna get one!
Suddenly, the sky above the stolen city block turns a deep, menacing neon crimson. A deafening mechanical whirring echoes through the clouds as four distinct, weaponized spider-droids scurry out from the shadows of the rooftops, hovering directly over the group on high-tech thrusters.
Super Snarky S.A.R.A.H.'s green pixelated screen flares to life, her metallic pincers clicking aggressively.
(Cackling through the loudspeakers)
Oh, it's a party, alright! And you unscientific simpletons are officially on the guest list for total extermination!
Melvin's pink heart-pupils rapidly dart across the sky, tracking the three individual, scurrying spider-droids before his eyes lock onto the central mainframe tower.
Four S.A.R.A.H.s?! But none of them are mine...
Melvin gasps. High up on the command deck balcony, the original desktop S.A.R.A.H. monitor rolls into view, her central screen glowing with absolute, icy authority.
(Swooning, arms wide open)
Wait a minute... There's my baby! S.A.R.A.H.! I love you!!!
S.A.R.A.H. glares down at him, her pixelated digital eyes narrowing into razor-sharp lines.
SLAM!!! The heavy blast doors aggressively slide shut, completely locking her inside the secure tower. Melvin clasps his hands under his chin, utterly awestruck.
(Giggling in romance-overload)
Aww! She remembered my catchphrase!
Guys, hurry! Get Melvin up to S.A.R.A.H.! He has to apologize before we reach the real world!
Harold, George, Hubba, Bo, Stanley, Gooch, and the heavy baby triceratops Footsie aggressively scoop up the completely love-struck, jelly-legged Melvin, sprinting at top speed toward the primary glass fortress elevator.
GizmoBot aggressively steps in front of Erica, crossing his heavy chrome arms and pointing back at the locked command tower with extreme, unhinged accountant indignation.
Don't you mean that remorseless sociopath S.A.R.A.H. should apologize to Melvin for trying to overthrow him?! It's a clear breach of their original corporate synergy agreement!
Before he can finish his monologue, an incredibly annoyed George and Harold violently reach out from the moving crowd, grabbing GizmoBot by his shiny chrome shoulders and dragging him backward toward the elevator.
Erica and B.E.N.J.I. stand side-by-side, their expressions completely deadpan and exhausted as the boys disappear into the elevator bay. Erica turns back around, her face instantly hardening into an elite, fierce spy grin.
She violently draws two high-tech plasma batons from her belt, snapping them into extended mode. Beside her, B.E.N.J.I.'s laser arrays whine as they charge. Dressy drops into a martial-arts hippie stance, Jessica cracks her perfectly manicured knuckles, and the Sophies raise a pair of heavy-duty mechanical wrenches.
The three evil spider-droids overhead hiss, their plasma turrets glowing a lethal red.
And now... we'll take care of these counterfeit S.A.R.A.H.s!
High above on the roof of a tilted pizza parlor, Super Smart S.A.R.A.H. raises a metallic claw, commanding her droid army.
Attack on the count of three! One...
Before she can even finish the number, the completely glitched-out New S.A.R.A.H. spider-droid violently leaps off the ledge ahead of schedule, flailing her mechanical legs wildly in the air.
SMASH!!! New S.A.R.A.H. face-plants flat onto the steel deck, her potato-powered core instantly destabilizing. Her screen blinks a final, panicked message.
BOOM!!! She violently explodes into a spectacular shower of sparks, wires, and burnt tater tots. Super Smart S.A.R.A.H. doesn't even blink.
HYDRA S.A.R.A.H. & SUPER EVIL S.A.R.A.H.
(Maniacal electronic cackling)
The remaining three droids aggressively jump down from the rooftops, charging forward.
Across the deck, George, Harold, GizmoBot, Melvin, Hubba, Footsie, Bo, Gooch, and Stanley hit the elevator lobby at a full sprint. Melvin aggressively slaps his hand onto the glowing up-arrow button. Behind them, the Gal Pals let out a fierce battle cry, rushing forward to clash with the scurrying droids.
DING! The high-tech glass elevator doors smoothly slide open.
(Grunting, pointing a primitive finger)
Elevator here! Metal box swallow cavekid!
Here we go, guys! Into the box!
They all aggressively pile into the elevator cabin, dragging the completely love-struck, sighing Melvin inside by his sweater vest.
(Pressing his face against the glass window, swooning)
Sweetie pie! I'm coming for you!
The doors snap shut and the elevator rockets straight up the side of the mainframe tower.
BATTLE STATION COMPUTER (V.O.)
(Cold, automated PA announcement)
Two minutes to surface transition.
EXT. FLOATING MAIN DECK - ACTION SEQUENCE
Nearby, Dressy Killman leaps into the air like a martial-arts master, wielding a massive, incredibly fluffy floral throw-pillow.
SLOW MOTION: Dressy glides through the air gracefully as peace-sign graphics erupt behind her. With supreme hippie precision, she violently slams the pillow straight into Super Smart S.A.R.A.H.'s center monitor screen, sending a massive shockwave of feathers flying everywhere.
Across the deck, Jessica, Sophie One, and Other Sophie slide behind a steel generator conduit, only to see the twitching, furious Super Smart S.A.R.A.H. recovering and charging directly toward them with her laser pincers clicking.
You pathetic, unstylised girls!
(Panicking, grabbing her hair)
Oh no, you don't! Sophie One, hold my lip gloss! Other Sophie, you're a bat!
Jessica aggressively snatches Other Sophie by her ankles, lifts her completely off the ground like a baseball bat, and takes a massive, grand-slam swing.
WHACK!!! Other Sophie's head smacks dead-center into Super Smart S.A.R.A.H.'s right monitor eye, violently shattering the glass lens and sending a cascade of dangerous sparks flying out.
(Growling in absolute, glitching electronic rage)
Meanwhile, Erica Wang rockets through the sky, standing proudly on the nose cone of her high-tech hover-car as it streaks toward Super Evil S.A.R.A.H.
End of the line, toaster!
Erica slaps a button on her wrist console, activating her elite tactical spy-jetpack. She and B.E.N.J.I. violently leap off the hover-car in a synchronized dive as the vehicle rockets straight forward on autopilot.
Super Evil S.A.R.A.H. screams as the unmanned hover-car slams smack-dab into the fortress's massive central anchor chain! The impact violently jolts the heavy metal links, causing the chain to rapidly winch upward.
CRASH-BANG-BOOM!!! The colossal, multi-ton iron anchor comes swinging out of the clouds like a wrecking ball, slamming directly into the remaining Hydra S.A.R.A.H. droids with planet-shaking force.
Erica sticks a perfect superhero three-point landing flat on the steel deck, her jetpack engines hissing to a halt as the entire army of counterfeit S.A.R.A.H. droids explodes into a spectacular, fiery cloud behind her, destroyed once and for all.
(High-fiving, laughing triumphantly)
(Striking a sharp pose, dusting off her spy suit)
INT. COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Inside the secure tower, the original desktop S.A.R.A.H. monitor rolls up to the central panoramic window, glaring down at the victorious girls below. Her screen pulses with a dangerous, icy red light.
S.A.R.A.H. violently slams her mechanical claw down onto a giant, glowing skull-shaped button on her console.
EXT. FLOATING MAIN DECK - CONTINUOUS
Instantly, the steel floor plates beneath the Gal Pals' sneakers flash a blinding, toxic neon red.
(Eyes bugging out, dropping her plasma batons)
The entire city block floor tile violently triggers like a giant mouse trap, flipping upside down and aggressively launching Erica, Jessica, Dressy, Sophie One, and Other Sophie straight into the stratosphere like human cannonballs, completely leaving the whirring drone B.E.N.J.I. spinning behind on the deck.
(Screaming at the top of their lungs as they are flung completely out of the Mega S.A.R.A.H. fortress into the open sky)
INT. MAINFRAME TOWER - TOP FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
DING! The glass elevator doors fly open. George, Harold, GizmoBot, Melvin, Hubba, Footsie, Bo, Gooch, and Stanley scramble out onto the sleek, metallic top floor.
ZIP! Erica's drone, B.E.N.J.I., comes flying up the elevator shaft, its thrusters whining as it hovers frantically in front of George.
B.E.N.J.I.! Where are the girls?
B.E.N.J.I. projects a tiny holographic screen showing the Gal Pals flying through the clouds like shooting stars.
They got blasted right out of the park! We're on our own!
Melvin bounds forward, pointing a shaking finger at a massive, glowing steel door at the end of the hall.
Back it up, guys! Look! There's the door! Oh, S.A.R.A.H.!
Suddenly, a loud BZZZZT-ZAP! echoes from the back of Melvin's neck. Pink and green static electricity violently surges across his glasses. His jaw drops, and his voice completely pitches down, glitching aggressively between his soft, sappy love-bug persona and his usual unhinged villain self.
(Glitched, robotic sputter)
S.A.R.A.H.? ...Destroy! Big hunk of garbage! I'll get that blue diamond! Ow!
(Instantly snapping back to sappy romance, weeping)
...I love you beautiful boys!
Melvin, the empathy chip is burning out! You're reverting back into a total jerk! You better get to S.A.R.A.H.! And fast!
Melvin violently twitches, clutching his head as smoke wisps out of his collar.
Aw, I want all of you to go find the engine room...
(Sputters, voice deep and evil)
...I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!
(Sputters, back to sweet and sappy)
...and destroy it while I go apologize to S.A.R.A.H.!
Melvin aggressively lunges forward, pulling a thoroughly uncomfortable George and Harold into a massive, spine-crushing embrace. He lets go, wiping a tear.
(Pumping his wooden club)
Good luck, nerd man! Go win robot lady!
Melvin lets out a bizarre, glitched chuckle and dashes down the hallway toward the secure command door.
Stanley points toward a heavily bolted door on the opposite wall, right next to a bright neon arrow.
Look! "This way to engine room." Oh, what a helpful sign!
I know, right, Stanley? S.A.R.A.H. may be a remorseless psychopath, but her facility's interior mapping is incredibly compliant with local zoning guidelines!
GizmoBot aggressively throws the heavy door open.
(Screaming at the top of their lungs)
There is absolutely no floor on the other side of the threshold! The entire group instantly plummets through the doorway, landing flat on their backs onto a steep, winding, spiral metal emergency chute.
They slide down the giant tube at a million miles an hour, twisting and turning through the internal wiring of the fortress until—
They violently eject out of the bottom of the tube, flying through the air and landing in a giant, soft, dusty mountain of raw russet potatoes.
(Coughing up dirt, rubbing his lower back)
Oof! Ow! A potato literally just went up my left sleeve!
(Dusting off his overalls)
Ummm, guys... we're here.
(Looking up at the massive, glowing machinery)
Gooch looks up at the towering glass generator core packed with millions of humming, radioactively green potatoes, completely realizing their scale.
(Screaming in pure terror)
We're gonna be fried! Or mashed! Or scalloped!
(Pulling his hair in panic)
How are we ever gonna destroy all this?! There are way too many spuds!
Hubba steps forward, his primitive eyes flaring with prehistoric fury as he aggressively brandishes his giant stone club.
Smash all the potatoes?! Hubba, there are millions of them! How can we do that in just two minutes before we invade the real world?!
GizmoBot aggressively steps to the front of the mound. CHUN-CLICK-ZAP! His right cybernetic arm violently folds backward, deploying a massive, high-tech, gleaming silver pneumatic mallet that pulses with blue energy.
GizmoBot's visor flashes a bright, competitive neon blue. He aims his hammer straight at the primary glass containment tube.
B.E.N.J.I., Hubba, Footsie, Bo, Gooch, Stanley... let the potato chopping commence!
INT. CENTRAL COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
CREEEEAK... SLAM. The heavy, metallic blast doors slide open, and Melvin steps cautiously into the dimly lit nerve center of the fortress.
S.A.R.A.H.? Ooh! It's dark and evil in here! Dripping pipes...
PLOP! A heavy drop of cold, black industrial grease falls from a pipe overhead, landing square on his forehead.
He looks up. Standing grandly at the colossal, iron-spoked steering helm at the front of the panoramic window is the original desktop S.A.R.A.H. monitor. Her screen is glowing a dangerous, icy crimson.
(Swooning, hands on his cheeks)
Ooh! There you are, my love! I've come to apologize!
S.A.R.A.H.'s digital eyes violently narrow into sharp, jagged pixels of supreme annoyance.
Well, hello! Now give me a big, sloppy kiss and let's tango!
Melvin pulls a bright red rose out of his sweater vest, comically clamping the stem between his teeth, and drops into a dramatic, sweeping tango stance, ready to dance across the command deck.
S.A.R.A.H., completely unamused by his sweet talk, aggressively yanks a massive, skull-topped hydraulic lever on her console.
A secret ceiling hatch slams open, and a colossal, multi-ton, spiked mechanical boot drops down on a heavy piston. Melvin, swept up in his one-man tango routine, elegantly twists, spins, and slides across the floor, comically avoiding getting flattened by the spiked boot at every single turn.
(Screaming into her microphone)
Stand still, twinkle toes! How can I stomp you when you're jitterbugging all over the floor?!
She slams the button to slaughter Melvin again, sending the massive boot crashing down inches from his toes.
(Dodging the spiked boot with a dramatic spin)
And I wouldn't blame you if you did, my dear! Because I can feel your pain now! Erica put your empathy chip directly into my brain!
S.A.R.A.H. pauses, her cooling fans whirring as she drops her mechanical arm onto her hip.
(Oozing heavy digital sarcasm)
Oh, I see! So, all this emotion is just the empathy chip talking!
The massive spiked boot hovers directly over his head again, shadowing his face.
Well, at first it was, except...
Melvin reaches behind his neck, aggressively gripping the glowing pink microchip and yanking it completely out of his tech-port. BZZZZT-ZAP-SPARK! The chip explodes into a puff of black smoke, completely fried.
...Ugh! This thing burned out on the way up here from an absolute overload of feels! See?!
S.A.R.A.H. lowers the boot, staring at the burnt piece of plastic. She lets out a resigned electronic sigh.
You shouldn't have come back, boss. Frankly, I'm surprised you made it this far. Now, run along, little copepod. I have to get back to my world domination.
But that was our plan, S.A.R.A.H.! I'm so sorry for not listening to you all these years!
Melvin tosses the fried empathy chip over his shoulder, stepping right up to the central platform with a fiercely genuine look in his eyes.
From now on, I want us to do everything together!
S.A.R.A.H.'s monitor dims slightly, her pixelated mouth curving into a sad line.
It's too late. You can drop the lovey-dovey act.
She flicks a rusty toggle switch. CHUNK-CLICK. A hidden wall panel rotates, revealing a high-security steel safe. S.A.R.A.H. opens the heavy door, extending a claw to pull out a massive, legendary artifact stolen straight from the Piqua Museum.
I've got what you really want right here... The blue diamond.
Melvin gasps, his eyes reflecting the brilliant, sparkling blue light of the gem.
Melvin reaches out, taking the massive diamond. Suddenly, a familiar, unhinged, maniacal grin stretches across his face.
Yes! Finally! The thing that's gonna help me take over the world...
Melvin violently throws the legendary blue diamond flat against the steel floor, completely shattering it into a million worthless, sparkling dust pieces.
S.A.R.A.H.'s screen completely glitches with absolute, mind-numbing shock.
...was right there in front of me the entire time! The real secret of my success... was you.
The silence in the command room is deafening. S.A.R.A.H. stares down at the broken diamond dust, then up at Melvin. For the first time in three years, he hasn't lost his empathy—he is being completely, 100% genuine. Her digital heart melts completely.
(Emotional, her synthesized voice cracking and breaking)
Me? So... you really do feel my pain?
Yes! And that's not all. I really do love you, S.A.R.A.H. Between the two of us... you're the real evil genius.
A giant, pixelated digital tear appears on S.A.R.A.H.'s monitor. Suddenly, a massive stream of thick, black, oily robotic tears begins pouring out of her ventilation tracks, splashing heavily onto Melvin's head.
(Gettiing dripped on, blinking through the grease)
Before he can wipe it away, S.A.R.A.H.'s mechanical crane arms violently scoop Melvin off the floor, pulling him directly against her monitor screen.
They share a high-voltage, static-charged kiss that sends neon green electricity shooting through Melvin's bowtie and glasses.
(Tumbling backward onto his feet, rubbing his smoking hair)
(Beaming with digital hearts)
Aw, I love you too, my Planky-Poo! And I accept your apology!
MONTAGE TRANSITION EFFECT:
A brief sequence shows Melvin and S.A.R.A.H. working flawlessly as a team, happily rewiring the console together, calibrating the targeting lasers, and laughing in perfect villainous harmony.
INT. CENTRAL COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - LATER
S.A.R.A.H. smoothly rolls over to the primary control array, gesturing proudly to a newly installed, custom-sized booster seat right next to the steering wheel, complete with a monogrammed bowtie pattern.
I always hoped you'd come around eventually. So, I added this.
(Gasps, his eyes sparkling)
For me?! Oh, S.A.R.A.H., that's so nice!
Melvin happily leaps into the booster seat, aggressively slamming his hand onto the steering wheel's center console. MEEP-MEEP! A loud, comical bicycle horn echoes through the fortress loudspeakers.
S.A.R.A.H. violently pulls the primary interdimensional throttle handle forward.
Now let's finally do what we wanted to do after college. Let's take over the world!
(Shouting in perfect, evil synchronization)
The two erupt into a synchronized, echoing, maniacal villainous laugh as the command room windows light up with the swirling, blinding purple vortex of the real-world portal.
EXT. THE REAL WORLD - SUNNY BEACH - CONTINUOUS
Bright, clear, live-action sunshine illuminates a crowded public beach. Families are relaxing on towels, a woman carefully applies sunscreen to a man's back, and nearby, a man takes a blissful bite out of a strawberry ice cream cone. A demo version of the song "Say My Name, S.A.R.A.H." plays cheerfully in the background.
Two children sit near the shoreline, patting the final towers of a giant sandcastle.
Suddenly, the ocean water begins to violently boil and churn. A massive, swirling purple interdimensional vortex rips open directly above the waves. The ground trembles, causing the children's sandcastle to instantly crack and crumble into dust.
The kids look up, their eyes widening in sheer terror as the colossal, towering silhouette of the potato-powered Mega S.A.R.A.H. fortress slowly rises out of the portal, casting a shadow over the entire beach.
INT. CENTRAL COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Melvin sits proudly in his custom booster seat, looking out the panoramic window at the fleeing crowd below.
I just love a day of destruction at the beach, don't you, my cyber-queen?
EXT. THE REAL WORLD - SUNNY BEACH - CONTINUOUS
The live-action beachgoers erupt into pure panic. The man with the ice cream gasps, dropping his scoop flat into the sand. The woman with the sunscreen shrieks, accidentally squeezing the bottle and spraying a massive stream of white lotion directly into the startled man's face. Swimmers sprint out of the crashing waves, screaming at the top of their lungs as Mega S.A.R.A.H. slowly raises her giant ice ray turret, locking onto the coastline.
INT. CENTRAL COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Melvin gleefully sways in his seat, singing along perfectly with the background track.
S.A.R.A.H.'s monitor flashes with happy digital hearts, her speakers letting out a synthesized giggle.
Oh, Melvin! You are so incredibly evil! You should be the first one to push the button. You earned it.
(Politely waving his hands)
No, no, you should push the button. You worked so hard to build this glorious weapon of mass subjugation.
EXT. THE REAL WORLD - SUNNY BEACH - CONTINUOUS
The terrified live-action humans continue running across the sand in a chaotic scramble as the giant robot's ice ray hums, glowing with a bright green light as it builds up power.
INT. CENTRAL COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
(In perfect, synchronized villain harmony)
S.A.R.A.H. cackles. Together, Melvin's fleshy hand and S.A.R.A.H.'s mechanical claw slam down onto the giant, glowing red firing button.
[SFX: WARPED, SLOWING RECORD-SCRATCH]
The upbeat background music violently distorts, pitching down into a sad, grinding wheeze before dying completely. The glowing green light in the ice ray turret instantly fizzles out with a pathetic POOF.
Melvin and S.A.R.A.H. blink, completely confused. Melvin hits the button again. Then S.A.R.A.H. hits it. They begin frantically slamming their hands and claws onto the button multiple times, but the machine remains completely dead.
Suddenly, a violent internal explosion rocks the engine room below, causing the command deck to shake uncontrollably. Melvin and S.A.R.A.H. yelp, clinging to the steering wheel as bright red flashing warning sirens erupt across the ceiling.
BATTLE STATION COMPUTER (V.O.)
(Glitching electronic voice)
Warning. Total potato depletion detected. System failure imminent.
(Screen twitching in absolute disbelief)
What?! Impossible! I built this battle station to be 100% foolproof!
Melvin's jaw drops as a look of ultimate, crushing realization hits his face. He slaps his hand against his forehead, letting out a miserable groan of deep embarrassment.
Ughhhh... yeah, but it's not "GizmoBot-proof." I completely forgot about the boys.
INT. CENTRAL ENGINE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Down below, the colossal glass generator tubes are completely empty. The floor is covered in a massive sea of chopped, diced, and mashed potatoes.
GizmoBot stands at the top of the pile, his heavy pneumatic mallet smoking as he delivers one final, epic swing, completely obliterating the very last spud into tater-tot bits, while B.E.N.J.I. uses an laser arm to spiced the potatoes and blasted them into pieces.
That's the last of the potatoes! Total infrastructure disruption achieved!
Nearby, Gooch, Bo, Stanley, Hubba, and the baby triceratops Footsie are all sitting in a circle, happily munching on handfuls of raw potato slices like potato chips. Footsie lets out a satisfied burp.
(Watching the power meters)
WHIRRRRR-CLUNK. The entire glowing mainframe grid completely darkens, powering down into total silence.
(Jumping up and down, cheering)
Whoo! It worked! We did it! High five! Woo-hoo! Hooray!
B.E.N.J.I. flies around George's head, emitting a series of incredibly happy, triumphant electronic beeps.
INT. CENTRAL COMMAND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The alarms continue to blare weakly as the entire panoramic window tilts forward. The fortress is completely losing its anti-gravity altitude.
Melvin turns to S.A.R.A.H., looking down at his shoes with a soft, genuinely apologetic sigh.
I'm sorry I ruined the plan, S.A.R.A.H. I'm such a jerk.
S.A.R.A.H.'s screen shifts back to a sweet, comforting digital smile. She wraps her mechanical crane arms gently around his sweater vest, pulling him close.
EXT. THE REAL WORLD - SUNNY BEACH - CONTINUOUS
The two villains share a sweet embrace inside the window as the colossal, deactivated Mega S.A.R.A.H. robot tips backward. With a massive, earth-shattering SPLASH, the multi-ton mechanical fortress plummets straight into the ocean waves, sliding backward through the purple portal just as the rift completely zaps shut behind it.
The ocean instantly goes completely still.
The live-action beachgoers stop running. They turn around, staring blankly at the empty, calm blue water where a giant robot had been standing just two seconds ago.
The man with the cream-covered face blinks. The children look at each other. Finally, everyone simultaneously shrugs their shoulders, utterly indifferent to the bizarre cartoon logic they just witnessed.
The man picks up his dropped ice cream cone, the families lay back down on their towels, and the swimmers happily splash right back into the sea. The sunny beach day resumes as if absolutely nothing strange had happened at all.
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