Save My Script!! Three Mice and a Pizza Part 2:

Part 2:-------------------------------------------------- Three Mice and a Pizza

                               KAT-Z
                     Yo! Wellington. What up?

                               WELLINGTON
                         (Reserved)
                     Well, if it isn't my old stray cat
                     acquaintance, Kat-z...

                               LICKA 
                         (Surprised)
                     Who's the Bluebird --K??

                               KAT-Z
                     Just my J-Cat Bro Wellington. He's
                     cool. We chilled in the slammer
                     together.

                               PURRLA
                         (Attracted to Wellington)
                     Honest J-? You did time with the K
                     Cat? Mighty fly for a house cat...

                               WELLINGTON
                         (Indignant, but attracted
                          to Purrla)
                     I prefer Wellington, actually. As
                     for our brief incarceration at the
                     airport lost and found, this was
                     not a picnic, I assure you.
                     Obviously a huge oversight by my
                     former owners.

                               KAT-Z
                         (Wistfully)
                     My man Charles got detained by the
                     PoPo.

                               WELLINGTON
                     As I recall it didn't take Kat-Z
                     long to find a hole in a nearby
                     window, and he exited the
                     establishment directly to seek his
                     fortune on the open road.

                               KAT-Z
                     It was time to book, J-.

                               WELLINGTON
                     I waited for my owners to return,
                     but they never came. Eventually, I
                     was taken up by the Jansen
                     household, and here I am

                               PURRLA
                         (Sexy and provocative)
                     All dressed up in your pretty
                     little bell.

                               WELLINGTON
                         (Indignant)
                     I'll have you know this bell is
                     required to warn hapless rodents of
                     their impending doom!!

                               PURRLA
                         (Sexily growls and
                          approaches Wellington)
                     Rrrrrrrrrrr. A wild cat.

                               KAT-Z
                     Yo J-. We gotta dip, dawg. Gonna
                     check out your crib another time.

                               PURRLA
                         (Sexily in purring husky
                          voice)
                     So true Mr. J-. Gonna check out
                     your crib another time.

           Wellington is obviously attracted to Purrla and somewhat
           flustered by her advances. Kat-Z and his Kit-Z Kitties
           quickly vanish into the back yard. Wellington, appearing
           contented, sniffs the flowers and strolls in the back yard
           garden

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                                (CONT'D)



           INT. JANSEN HOME KITCHEN - AFTERNOON

           Angle on: Front door as Davey enters in his scout uniform
           clutching a pizza box. He quickly enters the kitchen. He half
           runs into the kitchen in the manner of an energetic teenager
           and tosses the pizza box into the microwave for a few
           seconds. 

           SFX: Microwave Rings. 

           Inside the mouse hole Snidely, Orville , and Tickle race to
           to the mouse hole opening and peer out.

           Davey takes a slice then tosses the warm, half full, pizza
           box carelessly into the far corner of the kitchen.

                               DAVEY JANSEN
                         (Shouting, holding half
                          eaten slice of pizza)
                     Mom! I'm home, I'm going upstairs
                     to play video games!

                               SNIDELY
                         (Drill Sargent style)
                     All right guys! This is our big
                     chance. The pizza is waiting. In a
                     few seconds everything we trained
                     for will happen. The cat's away.
                     It's time to play!

           Davey saunters out of the room.

                               SNIDELY (CONT'D)
                         (Restraining Tickle with
                          one hand )
                     Get ready! Wait for it... Wait for
                     it... Go!! Go! Go!

           The three mice dash madly across the floor fanning out like a
           combat platoon. For the next few seconds the mice run
           frantically to cross the wide kitchen floor.
           Snidely is the first to reach the pizza box and lifts the
           cover up a little and rolls inside. A few seconds later
           Orville rolls in and finally Tickle rolls in.

           They find themselves perched on top of a partially eaten
           pepperoni pizza. Delicious aromas waft from the pizza. 

                               SNIDELY (CONT'D)
                         (Munching)
                     Pepperoni!

                               TICKLE
                         (Munching)
                     Cheese!

                               ORVILLE
                         (Munching with a huge
                          bulging full mouth)
                     Double cheese!

           The mice eat contentedly.

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           INT. JANSEN HOME KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

           Wellington's head pokes through the cat door as he enters
           from the outside.

                               WELLINGTON
                         (Yawning, talking to
                          himself)
                     Just about nap time...

           He enters the room and sees the warm pizza box on the floor.

                               WELLINGTON (CONT'D)
                         (Yawns again)
                     Ah..Yes. Davey's warm pizza box.
                     Now that's a comfy spot to
                     experience the joys of an afternoon
                     nap.

           He flops down on the pizza box like a sack of potatoes.



           INT. JANSEN HOME KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

           Inside the pizza box the three mice are pinned against the
           pizza lid. Their backs are being pressed downward into the
           pizza. Their legs are pushing upward against the lid.

                               SNIDELY
                         (Urgently)
                     That stupid cat Wellington must
                     have sat on the pizza box!

                               TICKLE
                         (Nearly submerged under
                          the cheese by the
                          pressure -struggling)
                     I'm almost buried in cheese! 

                               SNIDELY
                     Don't panic! Wellington's gotta
                     turn over soon. He's a restless
                     sleeper. And we he does we are
                     gonna run for our lives!

                               ORVILLE
                         (Still eating a pepperoni)
                     Just as soon as I finish this
                     pepperoni...

           Wellington snores and flips over as he naps on top of the
           warm pizza box. The front of the pizza box flips up. Three
           upside down pizza slices, still stuck to the backs of the
           mice with soft cheese, seem to slide out of the box. Mouse
           tails are seen trailing behind each of the slices/

                               SNIDELY
                         (Under his slice. )
                     Back to the hole! Run for your
                     lives!!!

           They scurry frantically. Three slices of pizza with tails
           move across the floor. Tickle, due to his small size, is
           trailing.

           On top of the pizza box, Wellington is stirring. One of his
           eyes pops open suddenly.

                               WELLINGTON
                         (Groggy)
                     What is this?

           He looks to see pizza slices with tails scurrying across the
           kitchen floor.

                               WELLINGTON (CONT'D)
                         (Relaxes and closes his
                          eye)
                     Oh, its just pizza slices with
                     mouse tails.

           Suddenly both of Wellington's eyes pop open in alarm. A
           primordial red light seems to start up in his eyes. His sharp
           claws seem to spring out like switchblades.

                               WELLINGTON (CONT'D)
                         (Hisses in suprise)
                     Mouse tails!?? 

           Wellington springs off the pizza box in pursuit of the mice.

           By this time Orville and Snidely have already reached the
           mouse hole and are peering out to shout encouragement to
           Tickle, who is only a few feet from the hole.

                               SNIDELY AND ORVILLE
                         (Shouting frantically)
                     Run, Tickle! Run!

                               TICKLE
                         (Desperately struggling to
                          run under his heavy pizza
                          slice)
                     I'm trying! I'm trying!!

           Wellington races across the slippery kitchen floor, his cat
           bell tinkiling. At high speed he nearly overtakes Tickle
           then pounces slightly off balance with his sharp claws
           extended.

                               WELLINGTON
                         (In a frenzy)
                     Prepare to meet your doom, hapless
                     rodent!!!

           Wellington wildly swipes at Tickle and spins out of control
           on the slippery kitchen floor. One of Wellington's claws
           impales the pizza slice on Tickles back and rips it away.
           Tickle scurries to safety in the nearby hole. Wellington
           slams into the nearby kitchen wall. A picture is dislodged
           from the wall by the impact and crashes to the floor loudly.

           A few seconds later Karin Jansen enters the room. She looks
           down to see Wellington lying on his back with a piece of
           pizza impaled on his claw surrounded by shards of broken
           picture frame.

                               KARIN JANSEN
                         (Angrily)
                     What have you done, you bad cat!
                     You've ruined Davey's pizza! And
                     look at the mess you've made!!

           She grabs Wellington by the scruff of the neck and walks
           towards the back door tossing him out.

            SFX: Wellington lets out a pitiful yowl as he is thrown out.

                                (CONT'D)



           INT. JANSEN HOME MOUSE HOLE - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON

           The three mice are just about to fall asleep for their
           afternoon nap. They are lying in their sleeping spots.

                               SNIDELY
                         (Tired and contented)
                     Oh, boy did that pizza hit the
                     spot.. Double cheese, pepperoni..

                               TICKLE
                     Mushrooms..

                               ORVILLE
                     Green peppers, sausage, banana
                     peppers, black olives...

                               TICKLE
                     Snidely??

                               SNIDELY
                     Yep?

                               TICKLE
                     After all this, maybe we should
                     stick to garbage for a while....

                               SNIDELY
                     You know Tickle, you might have a
                     point...

                               ORVILLE
                     Oh yah ...Garbage. I can hardly
                     wait. Just think...Old cans of
                     peanut butter, sardine tins, stale
                     bread, ivory soap, bits of cheese,
                     bread crumbs, discarded cat
                     food,moldy cardboard....

                                                   AS ORVILLE
                                                   CONTINUES LIST
                                                   FADE OUT