Sea Area 13

Transcript
Narrator: Welcome to New Mexico. Specifically, near the quiet town of Objectwell.. Where strange things are thought to have occourred years ago, And may still be going on today...

Gum Bally: Welcome, self, to the most isolated place on Earth. Great place to clear my head and figure out what I am doing with my life now that I've graduated and start talking to myself like a crazy person. Ugh. Why didn't I just get a degree in science like my owner wanted...

Moustache: Quick, this way, guys!

Gum Bally: Excuse me! I don't think you're supposed to be out here.

Moustache: And you've got clearance?

Gum Bally: Well no, I am Gum Bally.

(Pencil comes)

Pencil: They're not giving up, Moustache.

Gum Bally: Giving up? Wait -- is someone chasing you?

Moustache: Yeah, they are. The... the police, if  you must know. If you don't wind up locked up, You'd better come with us.

Gum Bally: What? Why would they lock me up?

Moustache: They'll assume you're with us and arrest you. So, you know...

(Pencil and Moustache walk away)

Gum Bally: Great! Just great. Wait up a second!

Pencil: Hurry up, guys! Cops are almost here.

Button: Shut up and be quiet!

Ribbon: Redundant, much, Button?

Pencil: Come on you guys, We'd better hurry.

Gum Bally: This can't be seriously happening to me right now...

(Scene changes)

Police Hat: Come on, they went this way!

Police Hat 2: I don't like this place -- I don't think we're supposed to be here...

Police Hat: If WE'RE not supposed to be here, then you can be darn sure those KIDS aren't supposed to be here either! Now get the lead out!

(Scene changes back to Pencil, Gum Bally, Button, Moustache and Ribbon)

Button: Guys? I think they're catching up to us.

Gum Bally: What did you guys do anyway?

Button: Nothing much, Just you know.

Pencil: Trespassing mainly.

Gum Bally: "Mainly?"

Button: That's all so far.

Gum Bally: Phenomenal. So, How do I get off this ride?

Button: Sorry, I think you're buckled in for good.

Gum Bally: And where is it taking us exactly?

Pencil: It's going to find aliens...

Moustache: No! Nobody's trying to find nothin'.

Gum Bally: Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. So, you're a bunch of sci fi junky losers. Awesome.

Ribbon: We gotta go!

Moustache: So are you coming?

Gum Bally: Um, yeah, I guess I'd rather stick with you than the face the cops...

Moustache: I thought you'd see it our way.

Gum Bally: What's that noise?

Moustache: Nevermind the noise, what's that shaking!?

(The fall down to the underground)

Moustache: Pencil, Pencil, are you okay?

Pencil: I am okay. That was long way down.

Button: Whoa. Quite a ride.

Ribbon: I can't see anything but my own validation. I knew there were secrets out here! So, How cracker-jack do you think we are now, Gum Lady?

Gum Bally: Look, I don't care what your mental state is. I just want to get out of this hole.

Pencil: (Looks up)  Long way to climb back up.

Gum Bally: We're lucky none of us got hurt.

Button: Scraped my elbow up pretty good.

Moustache: So what next?

Ribbon: My guess is the fuzz isn't going to make their way down here.

Button: Problem is, neither will anyone else.

Gum Bally: I hope you guys know a way out.

Button: Sorry about all this Gum Bally. Look, we got off on the wrong foot. I am Button.

Ribbon: I am Ribbon, Hi!

Moustache: Name's Moustache. Anyone ever tell you you're hot when you're angry Gum Bally?

Pencil: I am Pencil.

Gum Bally: Hi, all. And you, (Points at Moustache) just... no.

Button: Way I see it, we only have two options, people. Go up and get caught, never finding out what we came for.

Ribbon: Or?

Button: Or we go in there and unlock the secrets of this hole.

Ribbon: I think we need to continue. There's more to this than just us...

Moustache: I know you think we need to be here, Ribbon. But really... This is already deeper than I thought we'd go -- literally.

Gum Bally: What's that over there?

Button: Oh, the usual, a big, dark scary cave.

Pencil: Darkness is just the absence of light, nothing to be afraid of.

Moustache: Um, yeah, except the darkness of it. And the caveness of it.

Pencil: Really? How old are you, seven?

Gum Bally: Look over here. Do you see something down that way?

Pencil: I see a light, I think.

Button: Then let's hit it.

Moustache: I thought going toward the light was a bad thing...

Pencil: You're an idiot. We aren't dead.

Gum Bally: You sure about that?

Pencil: I think so. I don't FEEL dead.

Ribbon: I don't think you feel much of anything, Pencil.

Moustache: Not now, Ribbon.

Button: Well, Follow Pencil.

(A few moments later...)

Button: Well, we found the light. In another cave..

Pencil: That's odd right?

Moustache: Definetly odd. But, I think "odd" is where we live now. There could be someone lost or hurt down here.

Gum Bally: I am not a big fan of caves.

Ribbon: Are you big fan of getting arrested?

Gum Bally: On second thought, caves are good!

Moustache: Ladies first.. (Walks away)

Gum Bally: Down the rabbit hole...

(TO BE CONTINUED)