Pans across the kingdom, explaining for it is a land where all your fairy-tale princes and princesses live in peace and harmony, the land of Ever After. However, it is ruled over by someone you may not expect… someone a little obscure her subjects may say. (black page with text?)
Front door bell dings, signalling post as arrived at the castle and spacebat’s ears prick up. He flies to the door to pick it up, the letter is like twice the size of him. He reads the letter, and it explains Francine is invited as the guest of honour at the Royal Princess Reunion as she is ruler of this land. Space bat puts the letter in his mouth and flies up a grand stair case towards her lab. At the top of the staircase is a big oil painting of Francine which leads into the next panel.
She is working away at her table, piecing together the final bits of her experiment when spacebat flies in.
‘Ah... if I just attach this leg then this little guy will be ready for some thunder!’ She exclaims, attaching the leg to a weird mutant corpse of a rabbit ‘Oh, sup Spacebat? What’s that?’
‘GAH!’ He yells, as it is all he can say, placing the letter down on her desk by the window. The room they’re in is massive, it covers almost the entire floor plan on the castle. At one end is Francine’s lab, where she carries out her obscure experiments and the other is her study, filled with rows of old books. By the grand windows sits her desk, where she scribbles away ideas for new experiments.
‘Oh, a letter? Gimme five and then I’ll look at it. This lil’ guy is pretty much ready. Turn on the lightening catcher will ya?’ She responds, carrying the rabbit corpse over to an operating table. Space bat turns on several buttons on a large machine before readying himself to pull a giant lever.
Francine is strapping down the rabbit and attaching to crocodile clips to two bolts protruding from its neck, ‘Okay yep, pull the lever SB!’
Green lightening runs from the two rods at the top of the machine spacebat turns on, and down cords leading to the clips at the rabbit’s neck, Francine jumps up and down like an excited schoolgirl
‘It has to work this time! I attached the bolts at an alternate point in the nervous system! We can’t fail!’ she cries out.
The rabbits body begins to twitch as life enters it once more, Francine’s excitement grows.
The machine finally cuts off as a little adorable monster rabbit now sits upright on the table, before poofing into a black pile of ash.
‘DAMMIT! We were so close this time!’ Francine wails before traipsing over to her desk and throwing herself down in the chair. ‘Let’s look at this dumb letter then’ She sighs.
Spacebat is seen brushing away the ash on the table with a tiny broom. Francine reads the letter.
‘Oh God.’ She exclaims, ‘Spacebat, you know what this means… it time to wear…. The gown’ She looks over towards a dusty cobwebbed part of the room where a wardrobe sits, all her lab coats are laid out and pretty much everything else that looks like what she’s wearing. However, shrouded in moonlight seeping in from the window is a really grotesque looking ballgown, saved for her most Royal of duties, none of which she’d had to see to yet.
‘I’m going to CRY, these princesses are going to eat me alive!’ She cries, placing her head into her hands.
‘GAH!’ Spacebat says, now mobbing with a tiny mob and bucket.
‘Hm, that’s true I am their Queen, BUT they’re all just so… so… sickly sweet. Father did say this day had to come and I had to be ready for it but why can’t I just nap forever instead?’ She looks up from her desk. She sighs heavily once more, ‘Looks like we’re gonna have to make you a tux Spacebat, oh and go call us a carriage, we have a ball to attend…’
Exposition shot of Cinderella’s castle. High angle of Francine and spacebat looking up at it from outside their carriage.
‘That’s a… fancy castle’ Francine mumbles. Before they step inside. She’s now wearing a grim-looking ball gown that does kind of resemble her casual dress. But she does look uncomfortable and out of place in it.
As she reaches the doorway leading to the ball room, she hears her name being muttered. She peers through the doorway and finds herself at the top of a grand staircase. The other Princesses are all huddled together drinking, giggling and chatting away. (low angle as if the reader is a part of their crowd, you can just make out Francine at the top of the stairs looking through the open door).
‘I really don’t know’ Snow White smirks ‘I doubt any prince would want her, have you SEEN her beak of a nose?’ They erupt into laughter.
‘And that AWFUL fashion sense she has, like why? Sleeping beauty wakes to question.
‘Not to mention those creepy experiments she’s up to that I’ve heard people whispering about’ The Little Mermaid Shudders.
‘True… And if she does have a guy he MUST be blind!’ Rose adds. Cinderella nods in agreement.
She sighs ‘Nah, she doesn’t have a Prince, be real guys. It won’t be long before I, regrettably, must step in with my Love and rule over this Kingdom’ she adds sarcastically.
‘So wait, how long does she have to need to be married?’ The Little Mermaid asks, a blank expression of her face.
‘Well, she was supposed to be married like a month ago, but did you attend any wedding?’ Snow responds.
Francine grimaces. Having had enough of listening to them, she slams open the door, startling the princesses.
‘Sup ladies’ she greets them, putting on a bold front ‘sorry I’m late, I was busy telephoning my love!’
‘You what?’ Cinderella looks deeply confused.
‘My super handsome and totally real Prince!’ She replies, coming down the staircase now ‘Oh yeah, he’s like super sorry he couldn’t be here to meet you guys and meet your… fellas’ (panel of the princes stood by the buffet, looking dumb and vacant)
‘But he’s off on a quest to destroy 10,000 Vampires who were planning to wipe out our Kingdom, it’s chill now- said it’s sorted! Heart of a Lion, my guy’ (maybe thought bubble appears here?)
‘So… you ARE married?’ Rose asks ‘When? Where were our invites???’ she whines.
‘We eloped, Spacebat officiated, we’re just SO in love we wanted to do it ASAP’ Francine plays up the sickly sweet front.
‘Oh? Is he handsome?’ TLM grins excitedly.
‘So handsome!’ Francine smiles, ‘Gorgeous jet black hair, and super swole’ she acts out flexing her muscles, spacebat does the same. Cinderella’s eyes squint and she folds her arms, not believing what she’s hearing.
‘Well then, I want to meet him as soon as. What’s to say you’re not just making all this up, Francine?’ She says bitterly ‘Wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest’
Francine gulps ‘Uh, well um… He’ll be back on Friday I believe… Why don’t you all come over for dinner? She asks nervously, realising she’s digging herself into a hole.
‘Fine, we’ll be there’ Cinderella scoffs.
‘Fine, I hope you’ll be there’ Francine claps back with a false smile.
Francine is pacing back and forth in her lab, panicked, since she’s never really been all that bothered in finding a boyfriend, let alone husband. Her practise is her life, and right now she’s more interested in finally getting her experiment right than planning a poxy wedding…
‘That’s it!’ she exclaims, ‘If I can’t just magic up a Prince out of thin air, then I’ll make one!’ She yells, running over to her library of books and starts frantically searching for books on human anatomy.
‘GAH!’ Spacebat yells, dodging the books she’s tossing aside.
‘No, it’s only like 10% unethical, more practical then anything else! Please Spacebat, I’ll need your help finding body parts! She responds, her head buried in the bookcase.
‘GAH!’ Spacebat yells again.
‘Oh, screw your morals, SB! I’ll build that spaceship you’ve always wanted if you promise to help me our here, kid!’ she bribes.
‘…Gah’ Spacebat thinks longingly about soaring off to the moon in a fancy space rocket… his all-time goal.
‘I knew I’d get’cha to come around!’ Francine chuckles.
A montage scene narrated by Francine of them collecting body parts by grave robbing etc and then working together to stitch together the monster and reading away at anatomy books etc, She’s outlining the plan in the narration-
‘First we’ll sneak off to the biggest graveyard in the Kingdom at the witching hour where no one will catch us in action… then we’ll get stitchin’. Body parts we’re not to sure on, we’ll just keep in the fridge, y’know, for safe keeping! Then we’ll do a bit more research to make sure everything’s in.. proportion… you get what I’m saying! And then Voila! We shock the guy with some electricity and we should have ourselves a super sexy prince!’
 Francine clamps the crocodile clips to the two bolts at either side of the monster’s neck before giving the signal to Spacebat to pull the lever. This scene mirrors the rabbit scene; however, Francine succeeds and screams with glee when the monster opens his eyes.
‘HE’S ALIVE!’ she yells excitedly.
The monster stands up and Francine admires her work. (Ben Swolo reference here). Potential full page.
‘Spacebat, grab my sewing kit! We’re gonna have to make him a Tux!’ She says proudly.
The princesses all arrive at the castle and look up.
‘What IS this place?’ Snow white grimaces.
‘I dunno but it’s giving me the creeps’ TLM responds, shivering.
Space bat opens the door and lets the princesses in, they all frown and scowl as they walk through the corridors towards the ballroom.
They enter the door to find an dark empty ballroom, ever so faintly lit be candles. Francine claps her hands and the flames grow large. The princesses are able to make out she is perched on her throne nonchalantly.
‘Welcome ladies!’ She jeers, waving up a glass of wine.
‘Okay, cut the bull, Francine! Where’s this prince?’ Cinderella yells back, hands on hips.
Francine gestures towards another door on the Princesses’ right. The doors swing open, two green hands firmly on each door. The doors have also made huge cracks up the wall with the impact they’ve made. There is an ominous black figure with piercing yellow eyes stood, waiting.
They look terrified as they wait for him to enter the light of the ballroom. He steps into the light and roars violently at the princesses causing them to scream, scatter and run straight out the castle.
‘Told you he was DEAD GORGEOUS!’ Francine chuckles with Spacebat as she then watches him chase after the princesses.
Francine and the monster then skip off ever so happily into the sunset, a trail of bloody footprints behind them, implying her monster did kill the princesses, maybe there’s a tiara or two on the floor. Spacebat is seen flying away in his rocket.