I decided to do the Leafer Madness on Sundays as well as Wednesdays. I'm also really busy these next two weeks with a play I'm in, school work etc., so I thought I'd throw this up, just to show I'm still around.
Part one here
(WADE BELAK, armed with a GPS unit, is walking through the jungle)
BELAK: How am I supposed to fight back with a GPS? I can see people coming at me, but what good does that do me once they see me? (he sees the back of McCABE, who is armed with a pistol of some sort)
McCABE: (muttering to self): They’re going to get me…can’t trust anyone. (BELAK throws his GPS with great force at McCABE’s head. He [McCABE] falls down unconscious.)
BELAK: Cool. It does work. (Takes pistol and walks away. McCABE slowly wakes up.)
McCABE: What the hell was that?
(On another part of the island,
KILGER: Who is it? Who’s there!
TUCKER: It’s just me,
KILGER: o…ok…sorry (still shaking, he puts down the taser. TUCKER enters)
TUCKER: Is that your weapon?
KILGER: Yeah, it’s—it’s what they gave me. I know, it kinda sucks, doesn’t it?
TUCKER: Whoa—Don’t tase me, bro! hehehheh. It’s not so bad (picks up the taser) I mean, you could really screw someone up with one of these, like if the guy has epilepsy or something like that.
KILGER: I don’t like that look in your eyes, Darcy…(KILGER attempts to escape into the building, but TUCKER manages to pin him down. TUCKER holds a sharp sickle at KILGER’s throat.)
TUCKER: You see,
(Inside an abandoned warehouse-type building on the island, TOMAS KABERLE is feverishly trying to plan some sort of attack on the “
KABERLE: What the hell are you doing here? I don’t even like you.
KUBINA: I’m not sure how I got here. What did you get for a weapon? I got this little thingy that looks like an old calculator but with a crapload more buttons.
KABERLE: Keep it down a bit, will you? I think they’re listening to us with mikes in the collars. (KABERLE finds a pen and a piece of paper)
KUBINA: This is a bad time to be playing Pictionary, Kabs.
KABERLE: (written on paper) I am trying to figure out a way to attack or blow up the headquarters. I think that if I do that then they will have no way of controlling us and then we can get free.
KUBINA: (reading paper) You have terrible handwriting, Kabs.
KABERLE: (continues writing) Even though I don’t like you, you’re all the help I have. I need you to help me find the following items:
1: fertilizer (KUBINA stops reading)
KUBINA: Wait a minute—since when did I become your little minion carrying out orders? And why don’t we just speak Czech? They may not have a translator.
KABERLE: (out loud) That’s right, we can just speak Czech! I thought we just spoke English with funny accents. But…if I write it out then there won’t be the chance of a translator dropping in on us. (KUBINA pushes more buttons on his weapon. From seemingly thin air, three gorgeous female strippers enter, each carrying bottles of champagne and/or absinthe)
KUBINA: I don’t know what this machine is, but I like what it does.
KABERLE: Push some more buttons and see what else it does. (KUBINA does so and a tank materializes.)
KUBINA: This is the greatest thing ever invented.
KABERLE: I’m not sure, but I think that what you have is some sort of plot-hole generator. If you can get things and people in here, it must be able to get things out—specifically, us. We can get out of here unharmed!
KUBINA: To steal an expression, “who is we? You have a turd in your pocket?” These necklaces explode after three days, correct? I’m going to have some fun with this plot-hole machine before that. I now have strippers, booze and a tank at my fingertips and I plan on enjoying them. Come on, Kabs—this is the dream come true for like most of all men here. (to strippers) Do you ladies have anything to help my friend loosen up a bit?
KABERLE: But—you’re not caring about anyone but yourself!
KUBINA: And you have bushy eyebrows. Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were having a “state the obvious contest.” I’m kind of competitive. (Grabs bottle of champagne from a stripper and climbs into the tank)
KABERLE: Do you know how to run a tank?
KUBINA: No, but there’s probably a manual here somewhere. Or, I’ll just do it the fun way—trial and error. I wonder what this button does—anyone want to see? (the strippers climb in with him. KUBINA pushes a button and the tank fires, blasting a hole in the wall and killing HAL GILL and WADE BELAK, who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. KUBINA drives the tank out of the hole that he has just made in the wall. KABELRE goes back to his plans.)
Eliminated: KILGER, BELAK, and GILL
17 more to go