Scene One
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Date: Monday July 15th 2002
Time: 20.13 PM
Dr Abortion: You know, we could drive all the way to the North Pole. Or worse, Alaska. That frigging machine could be broken. How do we know it's working right?
Proto: That's the best Libyan technology money can buy. They're still north of us.
Celine Dion: I hope we find them soon, buddy! I need to get back for my gig.
Dr Abortion: Well, go then.
Celine Dion: Not 'til I finish this crack, guy.
Celine Dion smokes some crack.
Proto (coughing): Open a damn window, wouldya?
Celine Dion: *giggles* Sorry.
Dr Abortion: HEY! That's my frigging car! STOP!
Celine Dion tries to hit the brakes, but misses, and instead ploughs the Buick into a tangle of thick bush. Coughing, Proto exits.
Proto: Everyone alive?
Dr Abortion (smashing his way out via windshield): Yes. I hope Celine Dion isn't.
Celine Dion: I'm okay, buddy!
Dr Abortion: DAMNIT
Celine Dion giggles, and staggers out of the car.
Dr Abortion: Why were we letting her smoke crack while driving? And why was she driving, anyway?
Proto: Neither of us could be bothered.
Dr Abortion: Oh yeah.
Celine Dion: So where did you see your car, guy?
Dr Abortion: Yonder!
Dr A points at his car. Sure enough, there it is.
Proto: (grimly): Right.
Proto pulls out his shovel, ready for killin'.
Dr Abortion: Let's go to work.
Dr A whips two syringes out of his medical bag.
Celine Dion: *giggles*
Celine Dion has some more crack, and starts to hum "Think Twice" whilst laughing maniacally.
Dr Abortion: I warned you. No singing, or humming.
Celine Dion: Sorry, guy ... hahaha ... the warning went completely oot of my head ... want some crack?
Dr Abortion: No.
Celine Dion: Your loss.
The three approach the Ford Taurus.
Dr Abortion: The gadget says this way, past the car.
They head by the car, following the directions the gizmo gives them, until Proto hushes the others.
Proto: I hear them. Quiet now.
They stealthily approach the noise, coming from a clearing in the trees up ahead. As they enter the clearing, they see a lovely log cabin. Water-wheel running briskly in the river gushing by alongside the house, a tiny wisp of smoke from the chimney. A light is on in one room.
Celine Dion: These little guys sure work fast, buddy!
Proto: They'll die fast, too.
As they near the cabin, a stick breaks under someone's foot. They freeze, then proceed. Finally reaching the side of the cabin, Dr A looks in a window.
Dr Abortion: It's them. Let's do it.
Weapons ready, Prototype and Doctor Abortion charge into the cabin ...
Location: Approaching Lake Albanel, Quebec