Buttercup destroys Bubbles' chalk/grounded
(Opening shot: the city skyline during the day.)
Narrator: The city of Townsville! (An animal’s cry echoes over the distance.) It’s high noon.
(Cut to the exterior of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten; we hear kids playing.)
Narrator: Just in time for recess at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten!
(Pan quickly to the playground, then go into a slower pan across it as he continues. We see kids on the playground equipment. Among them are Elmer, Harry, Mitch, Joey and his Asian colleague, Blossom, Julie Bean, and Mary. Ms. Keane keeps an eye on the class from the background.)
Narrator: Where the girls and their classmates get an opportunity to blow off a little steam.
(The camera now reaches the asphalt section of the playground and passes an extreme close-up of a dodgeball being held aloft—by Buttercup, as we see when the view اگلے gets to her face and stops.)
Buttercup: (low, menacing tone) No mercy.
(Pull back; she lets fly, and the camera shifts to ride with the ball as it sails across the yard toward Mitch. He does not اقدام until it slams into his face and sends him flying to land on his head. Back to Buttercup.)
Buttercup: (disgustedly) Aw, come on, Mitch! The game’s called dodgeball! If آپ want to play catch instead, just tell me.
(The ball flies into view and smacks her in the face. Now Mitch gets to do a little gloating.)
Mitch: In yo’ face, baby!
(The ball sails up; cut to an overhead view of the pavement and pan across as it bounces and rolls along. Chalk drawings, including تصاویر of the Professor, clouds, stars, and animals, cover the area. Bubbles comes into view, hunched over a spot, and the camera cuts to a close-up of her. She is hard at work on a new drawing, with a piece of chalk in hand—now we know where all the others came from.)
(The ball comes to rest behind her, but she does not immediately notice it. When she does look up from her drawing, she sees it and reaches to pick it up.)
Buttercup: (from o.c.) What are آپ doing with my ball?
Bubbles: Huh? (Her perspective of her sister.)
Buttercup: Give it! We got a game going on!
(Pull back to frame both of them; Buttercup snatches the ball away.)
Buttercup: (sighing in disgust) Aw, man, آپ got chalk all over it. آپ know,Bubbles, this is a playground, not a drawing ground!
Mitch: (from o.c.) Yo! What’s the holdup?
Buttercup: (to him) I’m coming! (She runs o.c.) Bubblehead is just doing her stupid chalk stuff again.
(Bubbles glares after her, then goes back to her drawing. Cut to Buttercup, arms folded and game face firmly established.)
Buttercup: Okay, Mitchie, gimme all آپ got. If آپ miss, آپ gotta play with Bubbles and her chalk.
(Bubbles glares at her again, after which the camera cuts back to Buttercup and quickly turns around to frame Mitch, ball in hand. Extreme close-up of his sweating, sneering face, panning slowly across it, then of Buttercup’s set-in-stone visage and pan across it as well. Now we see the ball as Mitch digs his fingers in to get a better grip; pull back as he throws with all his might and follow it to its intended target. She does not اقدام یا flinch until the last possible moment, when she leans to one side.)
(The ball misses her and catches Mary upside the head. It starts to ricochet all over the playground, hitting people and things and cracking one of the classroom windows. Buttercup leans away again to avoid the rebound; Mitch اگلے takes a hit to the chest that turns him into a human projectile. He hits the asphalt and skids through Bubbles’ drawings to stop in front of her, sending up a بادل of chalk dust as he goes.)
Bubbles: Huh?…Hey! آپ erased my drawing!
Mitch: Um…sorry. (Buttercup now stands nearby.)
Buttercup: What are آپ apologizing for? She shouldn’t draw her stupid pictures on the blacktop if she doesn’t want ’em played on!
Bubbles: I have every right that آپ do to be here!
Buttercup: Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t—
Bubbles: I don’t care what آپ think!
Buttercup: A playground is for playing!
Bubbles: And drawing is playing, آپ ninny!
(They start to argue at full voice, and other kids turn to watch. Blossom does likewise.)
Blossom: Huh?
Kids: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
(As they chant, they gather in a ring around the two squabbling sisters. Blossom, floating behind the group, moves in for a closer look and then pushes her way to the front.)
Blossom: All right, break it up, break it up! (Everyone falls silent.) What’s going on here?
Bubbles: (pointing to Buttercup) Well, she started it!
Buttercup: She was the one drawing all over the place!
(Extreme close-up of Blossom’s face, which shows a healthy degree of disgust and irritation. Her eyes dart from side to side while the other two start to yell at each other again. After several seconds, the camera pulls back.)
Blossom: SHUT UP! (Silence.) Bubbles, آپ first. (Quick pan to Bubbles.)
Bubbles: Well, I was just minding my own business, drawing— (To Buttercup.)
Buttercup: You see?
Blossom: Buttercup, let Bubbles finish!
Mitch: Just fight already!
Bubbles: Buttercup has to share the blacktop just like everyone else.
Blossom: That sounds fair to me.
Buttercup: No way! I’m not sharing nothing! This is the playground! There’s plenty of paper in the classroom! She doesn’t need to fill up the blacktop with her scribbles! آپ know what I think of Bubbles and her drawings? You know what I think?!
(Zoom in on her legs as she lifts one foot. Extreme close-up of it descending in slow motion; it lands squarely on the sticks of chalk and smashes them to bits. Pull back to frame her, with Bubbles staring in total shock from across the دائرے, حلقہ of kids.)
Buttercup: That’s what I think.
(Bubbles looks down at the fragments and drops to her knees, her head bowed in sadness. A moment later, she lifts her face, now rearranged into an expression of raw anger; cut to behind her as she slowly rises to her feet and Buttercup smirks at her. We hear her breathing hard, and in a close-up, she is sweating buckets and looking as if about to go over the edge once and for all. She snarls and reaches toward her sister as if to strike her, but the fury evaporates in an instant. It is replaced سے طرف کی a desperate struggle to keep her composure, as her wobbling mouth and the tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes readily attest.)
(After several سیکنڈ of unbearable tension, her self-control completely shatters and she bursts into tears. Actually, “explodes” might be a better word in this case. The camera follows her as she flees the scene and heads into the woods, bawling all the while. All the times we have seen her sad یا crying in the past pale in comparison to this moment. What we hear are the huge, raw, soul-shaking sobs and wails that only surface when a person has had something she loves most dearly annihilated before her eyes. Overhead view of a درخت stump in a small clearing; she flies in and collapses سے طرف کی it, face down on its surface, to cry herself out.)
Blossom: Bubbles! Buttercup, how dare آپ destroy Bubbles' chalk and hurt her feelings? That's it! I'm telling Ms. Keane! Ms. Keane, please come here now!
Ms. Keane: What's wrong, Blossom?
Blossom: Buttercup just destroy Bubbles' chalk and made her ran away!
Ms. Keane: Buttercup! Why did آپ do that?
Buttercup: She doesn’t need to fill up the blacktop with her scribbles! Besides she deserves it!
Ms. Keane: That's no excuse! Blossom, go find Bubbles while I take Buttercup to the classroom.
(Later, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup are in the classroom while Ms. Keane calls Professor Utonium about the incident)
Ms. Keane: Hello, Professor Utonium, your daughter Buttercup has destroy Bubbles chalk and made her cry. Due to the incident, she is going to be suspended for 2 days. Okay bye.
(At home, Professor Utonium and Blossom are mad at Buttercup except Bubbles who is still crying.)
Professor Utonium: OH OH OH OH OH!!! Buttercup, I can't believe آپ destroy Bubbles' chalk and hurt her feelings! That's it! You're grounded grounded grounded during your suspension time! Go to your room now!
(Buttercup flies to her room, crying)
Blossom: It's okay, Bubbles. Our mean sister is gone. She won't hurt your feelings ever again. Let's go to the ice cream store to get some ice cream.
Bubbles: Whee! I love ice cream! Thanks, Blossom!
(They hug, then they fly off)
Professor Utonium: Have fun, girls!
The End!!!!
(Opening shot: the city skyline during the day.)
Narrator: The city of Townsville! (An animal’s cry echoes over the distance.) It’s high noon.
(Cut to the exterior of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten; we hear kids playing.)
Narrator: Just in time for recess at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten!
(Pan quickly to the playground, then go into a slower pan across it as he continues. We see kids on the playground equipment. Among them are Elmer, Harry, Mitch, Joey and his Asian colleague, Blossom, Julie Bean, and Mary. Ms. Keane keeps an eye on the class from the background.)
Narrator: Where the girls and their classmates get an opportunity to blow off a little steam.
(The camera now reaches the asphalt section of the playground and passes an extreme close-up of a dodgeball being held aloft—by Buttercup, as we see when the view اگلے gets to her face and stops.)
Buttercup: (low, menacing tone) No mercy.
(Pull back; she lets fly, and the camera shifts to ride with the ball as it sails across the yard toward Mitch. He does not اقدام until it slams into his face and sends him flying to land on his head. Back to Buttercup.)
Buttercup: (disgustedly) Aw, come on, Mitch! The game’s called dodgeball! If آپ want to play catch instead, just tell me.
(The ball flies into view and smacks her in the face. Now Mitch gets to do a little gloating.)
Mitch: In yo’ face, baby!
(The ball sails up; cut to an overhead view of the pavement and pan across as it bounces and rolls along. Chalk drawings, including تصاویر of the Professor, clouds, stars, and animals, cover the area. Bubbles comes into view, hunched over a spot, and the camera cuts to a close-up of her. She is hard at work on a new drawing, with a piece of chalk in hand—now we know where all the others came from.)
(The ball comes to rest behind her, but she does not immediately notice it. When she does look up from her drawing, she sees it and reaches to pick it up.)
Buttercup: (from o.c.) What are آپ doing with my ball?
Bubbles: Huh? (Her perspective of her sister.)
Buttercup: Give it! We got a game going on!
(Pull back to frame both of them; Buttercup snatches the ball away.)
Buttercup: (sighing in disgust) Aw, man, آپ got chalk all over it. آپ know,Bubbles, this is a playground, not a drawing ground!
Mitch: (from o.c.) Yo! What’s the holdup?
Buttercup: (to him) I’m coming! (She runs o.c.) Bubblehead is just doing her stupid chalk stuff again.
(Bubbles glares after her, then goes back to her drawing. Cut to Buttercup, arms folded and game face firmly established.)
Buttercup: Okay, Mitchie, gimme all آپ got. If آپ miss, آپ gotta play with Bubbles and her chalk.
(Bubbles glares at her again, after which the camera cuts back to Buttercup and quickly turns around to frame Mitch, ball in hand. Extreme close-up of his sweating, sneering face, panning slowly across it, then of Buttercup’s set-in-stone visage and pan across it as well. Now we see the ball as Mitch digs his fingers in to get a better grip; pull back as he throws with all his might and follow it to its intended target. She does not اقدام یا flinch until the last possible moment, when she leans to one side.)
(The ball misses her and catches Mary upside the head. It starts to ricochet all over the playground, hitting people and things and cracking one of the classroom windows. Buttercup leans away again to avoid the rebound; Mitch اگلے takes a hit to the chest that turns him into a human projectile. He hits the asphalt and skids through Bubbles’ drawings to stop in front of her, sending up a بادل of chalk dust as he goes.)
Bubbles: Huh?…Hey! آپ erased my drawing!
Mitch: Um…sorry. (Buttercup now stands nearby.)
Buttercup: What are آپ apologizing for? She shouldn’t draw her stupid pictures on the blacktop if she doesn’t want ’em played on!
Bubbles: I have every right that آپ do to be here!
Buttercup: Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t—
Bubbles: I don’t care what آپ think!
Buttercup: A playground is for playing!
Bubbles: And drawing is playing, آپ ninny!
(They start to argue at full voice, and other kids turn to watch. Blossom does likewise.)
Blossom: Huh?
Kids: Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
(As they chant, they gather in a ring around the two squabbling sisters. Blossom, floating behind the group, moves in for a closer look and then pushes her way to the front.)
Blossom: All right, break it up, break it up! (Everyone falls silent.) What’s going on here?
Bubbles: (pointing to Buttercup) Well, she started it!
Buttercup: She was the one drawing all over the place!
(Extreme close-up of Blossom’s face, which shows a healthy degree of disgust and irritation. Her eyes dart from side to side while the other two start to yell at each other again. After several seconds, the camera pulls back.)
Blossom: SHUT UP! (Silence.) Bubbles, آپ first. (Quick pan to Bubbles.)
Bubbles: Well, I was just minding my own business, drawing— (To Buttercup.)
Buttercup: You see?
Blossom: Buttercup, let Bubbles finish!
Mitch: Just fight already!
Bubbles: Buttercup has to share the blacktop just like everyone else.
Blossom: That sounds fair to me.
Buttercup: No way! I’m not sharing nothing! This is the playground! There’s plenty of paper in the classroom! She doesn’t need to fill up the blacktop with her scribbles! آپ know what I think of Bubbles and her drawings? You know what I think?!
(Zoom in on her legs as she lifts one foot. Extreme close-up of it descending in slow motion; it lands squarely on the sticks of chalk and smashes them to bits. Pull back to frame her, with Bubbles staring in total shock from across the دائرے, حلقہ of kids.)
Buttercup: That’s what I think.
(Bubbles looks down at the fragments and drops to her knees, her head bowed in sadness. A moment later, she lifts her face, now rearranged into an expression of raw anger; cut to behind her as she slowly rises to her feet and Buttercup smirks at her. We hear her breathing hard, and in a close-up, she is sweating buckets and looking as if about to go over the edge once and for all. She snarls and reaches toward her sister as if to strike her, but the fury evaporates in an instant. It is replaced سے طرف کی a desperate struggle to keep her composure, as her wobbling mouth and the tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes readily attest.)
(After several سیکنڈ of unbearable tension, her self-control completely shatters and she bursts into tears. Actually, “explodes” might be a better word in this case. The camera follows her as she flees the scene and heads into the woods, bawling all the while. All the times we have seen her sad یا crying in the past pale in comparison to this moment. What we hear are the huge, raw, soul-shaking sobs and wails that only surface when a person has had something she loves most dearly annihilated before her eyes. Overhead view of a درخت stump in a small clearing; she flies in and collapses سے طرف کی it, face down on its surface, to cry herself out.)
Blossom: Bubbles! Buttercup, how dare آپ destroy Bubbles' chalk and hurt her feelings? That's it! I'm telling Ms. Keane! Ms. Keane, please come here now!
Ms. Keane: What's wrong, Blossom?
Blossom: Buttercup just destroy Bubbles' chalk and made her ran away!
Ms. Keane: Buttercup! Why did آپ do that?
Buttercup: She doesn’t need to fill up the blacktop with her scribbles! Besides she deserves it!
Ms. Keane: That's no excuse! Blossom, go find Bubbles while I take Buttercup to the classroom.
(Later, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup are in the classroom while Ms. Keane calls Professor Utonium about the incident)
Ms. Keane: Hello, Professor Utonium, your daughter Buttercup has destroy Bubbles chalk and made her cry. Due to the incident, she is going to be suspended for 2 days. Okay bye.
(At home, Professor Utonium and Blossom are mad at Buttercup except Bubbles who is still crying.)
Professor Utonium: OH OH OH OH OH!!! Buttercup, I can't believe آپ destroy Bubbles' chalk and hurt her feelings! That's it! You're grounded grounded grounded during your suspension time! Go to your room now!
(Buttercup flies to her room, crying)
Blossom: It's okay, Bubbles. Our mean sister is gone. She won't hurt your feelings ever again. Let's go to the ice cream store to get some ice cream.
Bubbles: Whee! I love ice cream! Thanks, Blossom!
(They hug, then they fly off)
Professor Utonium: Have fun, girls!
The End!!!!
