VILLAINS ARE RUNNING OUT: by shainur ullah

PART 1: MANDRAY'S STORY

PANEL 1

One-dimensional flat outline of a man in a black superhero

outfit from head to toe cut out for his eyes and lips. He is

stood by a window of a room, looking out at the sky and fields

far away. A mature lady - his mother, is in the foreground.

MANDRAY

I may have super speed and super

strength, but I want to live in the

countryside far from here. I want to

listen to classical music all day

long and relax in the peace and quiet

of the countryside.

MOTHER

Oh, Mandray, you know there is work

for you here in the city.

PANEL 2

MANDRAY

But I don't want to be forced into the

superhero business.

MOTHER

You may not want to be a superhero,

but look at you. You can fight crime

and do all the superhero things when

I ask.

PANEL 3

The flat outlined Mandray now stands with his back to the window

and its scenic beauty. He faces his mother.

MANDRAY

Mother, I don't know. And the money

will never be enough for us.

MOTHER

In the superhero comic book business,

it's the sponsor who pays. Come on,

Mandray, time to go to the superhero

selection meet.

NEXT PAGE -2

PANEL 1

A banner announcing a convention of comic book writers and

artists strung across a hotel entrance. The black suited

superhero, with his mother behind him, approaches.

MAN

Oh mother!

MOTHER

Go on, son.

PANEL 2

Inside of a great hall. Pairs of writer-artists are talking to

worried-looking one dimensional cartoon characters such as Snow

White's step mother the evil queen, on stage.

SUITED MAN

I'm afraid there's no market for evil

beauties, ma'am. That's in the past.

SNOW WHITE'S STEP MOTHER

Whad'ya mean, in the past? I'm here

now, and my mirror says I'm the most

beautiful still.

PANEL 3

Man shrugs as Snow White's Step Mother looks more enraged.

SUITED MAN

It's all superheroes versus villains

now.

SNOW WHITE'S STEP MOTHER

My mirror will fix you!

PANEL 4

Suited man and a dishevelled artist looking at the one

dimensional black suited muscular nervous looking superhero.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Comic book characters hope to be

brought to life by their comic book

writers and artists.

MOTHER

Go on, son. You have it in you.

NEXT PAGE -3

PANEL 1

The executive type leaning forward and the artist are all smarmy

smiles as they focus attention on the superhero who still looks

worried; his mother beams in the background.

EXECUTIVE

Hi, I'm Luke Haywire, your writer,

and this is Roger Hugh, your artist.

Yes, we can bring all 6'2" of you, in

your black tights to life.

ARTIST

You will be a comic book superhero and

we can find you a sponsor right away.

PANEL 2

A well-rounded, tall and muscular Mandray walking off the stage,

looking dejected. His mother is very happy as she addresses the

suited man and the artist.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

Thank you, thank you.

MANDRAY

I wish I didn't have to.

PANEL 3

Mandray is now well rounded and 3-dimensional, but looks amazed.

His mother looks admiringly at her son.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

I'm not bothered about this

ridiculous costume, but why my

character? I don't really like the

violence that superheros have to

swear to.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

Nonsense! You look the part of a

superhero. You get to beat up thugs

and the bills get paid. The money! The

fame!

NEXT PAGE -4

PANEL 1

3-D Mandray walking back with his mother, who looks ecstatic.

MANDRAY

(aside)

That was the only time I got to see

my creators.

PANEL 2

Mandray whooshing down the street and grabbing masked thugs.

People on the other pavement cheering. His mother is, too.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

I guess the writer and artist also make

some money. They give each of us

different powers, persona and

families. I have my super strength and

speed and I have a mother.

PANEL 3

Mandray in various kinds of action, nabbing villains and thugs.

V.O.

NARRATOR

The world is crazy for superheroes,

but what when the villains run out?

PANEL 4

Mandray whooshing down the street and grabbing a hooded person

from behind. It is a lady pushing a baby buggy. When she turns,

the lady angrily thwacks him with her umbrella.

SPECTATOR

Go find a real villain if there are

any, you bully Mandray!

MANDRAY

I'm kind of glad that the criminal

activity is down, for I see thugs as

humans beings as well. Now I miss

them.

NEXT PAGE -5

PANEL 1

A crowd of superheroes on one side of the pavement, all looking

sad and bored. A fat one, in a yellow costume (Tubsy),is there

and so is Mandray.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

What happened to the villains?

A SUPERHERO

They've been put away, it appears.

PANEL 2

The superheroes with Mandray slink off, dejectedly.

MANDRAY

I haven't found a villain for months,

or any criminal activity. At least

they're safe.

OTHER SUPERHERO

Aww. Thugs were just useless pieces

of meat we could beat and earn some

dough on.

PANEL 3

Mandray and his mother at home.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

Son, you have an invite for the

biggest party in town this season.

Ooh, the paparazzi...the women who

admire you!

MANDRAY

Mother, I don't want to be caught by

the paparazzi or date those women.

You nag so.

PANEL 4

Mandray and his mother still at home. Mandray scowling.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

What's wrong with you, you are

ungrateful, Mandray! You need to

toughen up a bit more.

MANDRAY

But I always do what you always want

me to do. I hate, I hate everything.

I hate the interviews and the

paparazzi and all the other nonsense.

PANEL 5

Mandray in the room alone.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

I hate the interviews and the media

on us superheroes. They exaggerate

everything. I hate all the pushy

cameramen and the news team. I wish

I could disappear.

NEXT PAGE - 6

PANEL 1

Mandray whooshing down the street alone. No other superheroes,

no criminals to nab, no one.

MANDRAY

You fight criminals too often, and

suddenly you're not needed anymore

and are seen as a waste of money. I

feel like I was part of some reality

entertainment machine and I hate

every bit of it.

PANEL 2

Mandray with a cellphone in his hand.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

Wonder how the others are doing?

Wonder how Tubsy's doing?

PANEL 3

Mandray talking on the phone.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

Tubsy? Any chance of meeting at the

corner cafe? Yeah, my treat.

PANEL 4

Muscular Mandray in his black suit enters a cafe. A fat, round,

masked superhero in a yellow clown type costume appears to

bounce towards him. Something bounces off the yellow masked

superhero.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

Everything still bouncing off you,

Tubsy? .... bullets too?

TUBSY

Yeah, but there aren't any criminals

shooting bullets. In any case, I hate

this costume my creators created.

How's it going for you, Mandray?

MANDRAY

Crawling along. No business.

NEXT PAGE - 7

PANEL 1

Mandray and Tubsy seated at a table in the cafe. Both laughing.

TUBSY

Well, we're all in the same way.

That's why I asked who was paying.

What with a wife and little ones that

the sponsors have given me, I can't

afford to feed myself.

MANDRAY

My sponsors are threatening to cut me

out if I and my creators don't produce

enough. But criminal activity is

down. Think it'll go up again?

PANEL 2

Mandray and Tubsy look glum.

TUBSY

Tell me about it. My creators have

been giving me grief likewise. Any

chance we can keep our sponsorship

money?

PANEL 3

Their table at the cafe is piled high with dishes. Tubsy eating

with his cheeks puffed out. Mandray looks concerned.

MANDRAY

You okay, Tubsy?

TUBSY

I do feel weird. I guess it's the way

I ate after a long time.

PANEL 4

Tubsy looks like he will burst. Mandray half getting up from

his chair.

MANDRAY

I can take you to the hospital if you

aren't feeling well. Let's go, Tubsy.

I'm worried.

NEXT PAGE - 8

PANEL 1

Tubsy has stopped eating and looks sad.

TUBSY

Nah! I'm a superhero. No hospital for

me.

MANDRAY

You would feel better if you do go.

PANEL 2

Tubsy looking alarmed

TUBSY

But then I wouldn't be a superhero any

more, just like my sponsors want.

PANEL 3

Tubsy runs out of the cafe, Mandray behind him.

MANDRAY

Tubsy! Tubsy! What's wrong? Wait for

me!

TUBSY

I feel all wrong, friend. I'm going!

Help!

PANEL 4

Tubsy combusting in a bright flame.

MANDRAY

Noooo! Noooo! Someone, help, stop

this!

PANEL 5

Another home. A round, fat mother in yellow combusting. Also

small yellow Tubsies combusting.

THE MOTHER

Noooo! Noooo! Tubsy, where are you?

SMALL TUBSIES

It's not father we want! It's his

creators...the ones who thought us up

as well! Help!

NEXT PAGE - 9

PANEL 1

Mandray whooshing through the streets on his own.

MANDRAY

Tubsy! They have to re-create him!

The sponsors! The creators!

PANEL 2

Mandray appears to search through roads and alleyways in the

dark. Mandray is in a rundown part of town. He has his hands

cupped over his mouth.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

Tubsy's writer! Tubsy's artist!

Those who created him! Where're you?

VOICE

Who wants us? We're done for, too. Up

here, fella!

PANEL 3

Mandray enters a flat with plaster peeling off the dirty walls,

springs coming through the sofa. Two men are there, one looks

like a writer, and the other, an untidy artist. Mandray picks

up the artist by his collar and holds him against the wall.

MANDRAY

What did you do to Tubsy? you

destroyed him, my best friend. You

created his family, What have you

done to them?

ARTIST

me and this writer who created Tubsy

decided to destroy him by destroying

all written and artwork of him. You

have to understand, we're bankrupt

without the villains. That means the

sponsors no longer sponsor us - or

Tubsy.

WRITER

That means he and his family must have

combusted.

PANEL 4

Mandray releases the writer in shock.

WRITER (CONT'D)

Tubsy's sponsor's payments stopped

coming because Tubsy no longer had to

combat bullet shooting criminals.

We're bankrupt and have no money left

to carry on with the comic superhero

and his family. They were our's, too.

Im so sorry, Mandray.

NEXT PAGE - 10

PANEL 1

Mandray on a park bench, his body language downbeat. People

stare at the muscular black figure in tights in this state.

MANDRAY

Tubsy was my best friend. This is

truly tough times for all

superheroes.

PANEL 2

A number of combustions taking place in the horizon.

ANOTHER SUPERHERO

We better hide, Mandray! What with no

work for us and no sponsors, this is

no time for us to be out and about.

MANDRAY

The creators even destroyed Tubsy's

family! I have lost everything to do

with this best friend.

PANEL 3

Snow White's step mother smiles through a bush in the park where

Mandray is. She has an evil smile on her face.

WICKED STEP MOTHER

I'll see to it that the comic book

writer and artist perish for having

refused me!

MANDRAY

Huh. Who was that? I might not be

around too long either. What will I

say to mother?

VILLAINS ARE RUNNING OUT

PART 2: VICTOR'S STORY

PANEL 1

A large framed, tall superhero in an orange outfit and mask,

and a red cape, stares out.

VICTOR

Hi, I'm Victor and I look like this,

but my greatest asset is stealth,

which I put to good use in the old days

when villains were everywhere. I

haven't heard from my creators

lately.

PANEL 2

Victor seen in a crouching position, a side view as he watches

a TV screen.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

I have been in the news in the past.

TV NEWSREADER

Since we don't have any superheroes

grabbing villains today either,

we're switching to an interview with

Victor from last year.

PANEL 3

Frontal of TV screen.

INTERVIEWER

Victor, I am told that stealth is

natural to you. What else would you

base your success on?

VICTOR

I have learnt the martial arts and am

a great martial artist.

PANEL 4

Same polite interviewer and a smirking Victor.

INTERVIEWER

You're on TV a great deal of the time.

Any other plans?

VICTOR

I believe Hollywood has plans to make

a movie on me.

NEXT PAGE - 2

PANEL 1

Back to Victor alone, staring out of the panel. He looks sad

through his orange mask.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

Everything looks bleak now, no

criminal activity. I'm trying to

fight against the boredom. I have

heard of superheroes bursting into

flames - the creators had to destroy

them because of a lack of funding. I

hope mine will not do the same.

PANEL 2

Victor in his outfit standing dejectedly on the pavement as

party-goers merrily troop into a night club. A pretty woman

passes by, looking at Victor.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

I miss the good life, the parties and

the women. I miss the respect I used

to get. But superheroes aren't needed

any more because of the huge drop of

criminal activity.

PRETTY WOMAN

Hey Victor, we're getting on fine

without you.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Victor feels he has a right to be

angry. Now, all he does is to walk

around.

PANEL 3

Victor walking on the pavement stealthily and dejectedly, his

arms hanging down past his body; he looks into windows. People

stare back at him. A child in a room slopping food out of a bowl

looks at Victor's face in the window.

CHILD

(crying)

Waah! Mom! There's a masked man

staring at me.

PANEL 4

Victor still walking in that stance. Two policemen look the

other way.

VICTOR

Even police couldn't handle all the

criminal activity back then and

called for us.

NEXT PAGE - 3

PANEL 1

Victor still walking, his thoughts rising in bubbles. A man with

a head shaped like a nut waits for him at the corner, his fists

raised and knees bent.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

My creators haven't given me a

family. Easier for me? Nah.

NUTHEAD

Bored? Want a fight, Victor?

VICTOR

Nah.

PANEL 2

An office type board room, with prosperous looking executives

seated around a table. Victor is at the end.

MAIN SPONSOR

Hi. Victor. Thought it was time you

caught up with your sponsors Victor.

We don't see any business coming from

you, I can say.

PANEL 3

SECOND SPONSOR

Since you don't have any villains to

fight, I could suggest that you pick

a fight with non-superhero

civilians.

VICTOR

Nah.

PANEL 4

MAIN SPONSOR

But that would get you back into the

media, or maybe you could drink and

cause trouble...the media will love

that, and the money rolls in.

PANEL 5

Victor is staring out as before. Thought bubble:

VICTOR

I think my sponsors are crazy. They

want me to turn into a villain now.

This is brought on by all the low

criminal activity.

NEXT PAGE - 4

PANEL 1

Victor still in the boardroom, scratching his head and looking

confused.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

You basically want me to become a

villain now, because there is no

criminal activity! I mean, come on,

really.

PANEL 2

The sponsors are looking at Victor threateningly

SECOND SPONSOR

You don't really have a choice. You

bring in no money, and we eventually

cut off everything that you have.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Victor realizes that he has to start

- rob banks, or act looney, so that

another superhero can catch him in

the act.

PANEL 3

Victor walking along his stretch of pavement, his thought

bubbles rising.

VICTOR

In a way, though, it does sound like

an honourable act, if I'm going to be

of help to other superheroes.

PANEL 4

Victor at home in a studio apartment, watching TV.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

I'm sure they'll respect me

for...helping superheroes

worldwide, just by turning to the

criminal side. My sponsors will

appreciate it too, and hike my fees.

And that Hollywood film....I could do

that movie, still.

PANEL 5

Victor at home, dreaming. TV is off.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

Yeah I am going to do it, rob a bank.

I do feel bad for the bank, but we

superheroes are living in bad times

and desperate times call for

desperate measures.

NEXT PAGE - 5

PANEL 1

Victor knocking off bank guards and stealthily enters a bank.

Alarm bells ring and all the tellers look surprised.

TELLER

Could it be who I think it is?

VICTOR

Proud to be Victor.

PANEL 2

Victor runs to a door of the bank with a large bag, stuffed full

of cash, some of which is falling out.

V.O.

NARRATOR

The alarm raised by Victor's robbery

has attracted two super heroes - the

green clad, identical Twin Duo. They

enhance each other's super powers by

each and any action. Whatever one

does, the other does it better. A

complicated relationship.

FIRST TWIN

Put the money down, Victor.

PANEL 3

Victor still running out, a crafty smile on his face.

VICTOR

Nope. Look who else is here!

PANEL 4

Twin duo and happy looking Victor look at a surprised, stretched

upwards, flexible, shapely female superhero.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Nameless, the flexible only girl

super hero, has also arrived. A bank

robbery is rare and an opportunity

for her to fix.

NAMELESS

Victor! Why are you doing this?

VICTOR

I have my reasons and my good

intentions for all of you.

NEXT PAGE - 6

PANEL 1

Victor with his overflowing bag, running out through the back

door of the bank.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

Think of the media exposure all of us

will get, think of our sponsorships

coming back.

PANEL 2

Victor running down the pavement, with the Twin Duo and Nameless

behind him.

FIRST TWIN

What'd he say? That we'd be famous

again?

SECOND TWIN

Yes, and could get some glory, as

well!

PANEL 3

Victor running, but the twins have stopped to fight each other.

Nameless behind them looks surprised.

FIRST TWIN

I want the fame for me.

SECOND TWIN

No, I get all the glory!

NAMELESS

What the....!

PANEL 4

Victor has turned around to watch. Each twin has a knife in his

hand. Nameless looks alarmed.

FIRST TWIN

My artist gave me a knife to use when

I have to.

SECOND TWIN

My writer gave me a knife to take

action against any villainous

competition ...you!

NEXT PAGE - 7

PANEL 1

Both twins' bodies on the pavement with knives stuck in them,

gasping. Victor watches from a distance. Nameless is closer,

staring.

VICTOR

Brother against brother because of

the selfishness and greed of each to

be better known!

NAMELESS

You created the situation.

V.O.

NARRATOR

On this day, the twins did not work

together, as they always had before.

PANEL 2

Nameless looks at Victor blamefully. Then she looks at the dead

figures.

NAMELESS

Twin duos! Twin duos! What's gone

wrong with the world?

PANEL 3

The twin duos are engulfed in flames as Victor and Nameless look

on.

VICTOR

Their creators must've destroyed

them for good.

NAMELESS

Victor! Your action set them against

each other.

NEXT PAGE - 8

PANEL 1

Victor stealthily entering a police station to turn himself in.

All look surprised.

POLICEMAN

Victor! You haven't found a stray

villain, have you?

VICTOR

No, I'm here to turn myself in.

PANEL 2

Victor in the glass panelled police sergeant's room, his arms

spread out as he explains. Curious police faces peer through

the glass.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

It was my sponsors' suggestion.

SERGEANT

Couldn't you see that it was wrong?

Couldn't you just say no?

PANEL 3

Victor still in the Sergeant's room shedding tears.

VICTOR

I was only trying to help the other

superheroes find some work, when I

robbed that bank.

SERGEANT

You mean you were trying to create

criminal activity? I don't

understand. I'll have to lock you up,

Victor.

PANEL 4

Victor hangs his head as he enters the lock up

POLICEMAN

Victor, we used to call you in when

we needed a stealthy superhero! You

can't get out of here, I'm afraid.

NEXT PAGE - 9

PANEL 1

Courtroom scene. Victor in the dock. Judge and attorneys and

many faces stare. Victor's main sponsor being questioned.

DEFENSE ATTORNEY

Did you plan that Victor rob the bank,

so that other superheroes could be

benefited?

MAIN SPONSOR

Why, no. Why would I want to do that?

PANEL 2

Courtroom scene. Victor looks angry. Everybody laughing.

VICTOR

But I tell you, they called me in to

tell me what to do, so that others

among us superheroes look good! My

artist and writer are in on this, as

well, I tell you.

PANEL 3

All in the courtroom look happy, except for Victor in the dock.

MAIN SPONSOR

I don't know if I want Victor to be

here, whether I want him to exist at

all, for what he's done.

VICTOR

But you are my main sponsor, you know

what you said.

PANEL 4

All staring at Victor in the dock, who is about to cry.

MAIN SPONSOR

He's lying.

VICTOR

I'm not! I tell the truth.

NEXT PAGE - 10

PANEL 1

Judge pounding the gavel. All still looking at Victor, the

sponsors smile slyly.

JUDGE

I hereby permit the sponsors to

destroy Victor.

VICTOR

Nooooo.....nooooo. What can I do?

PANEL 2

Victor distraught in a jail cell. His writer peers in from

outside, between the bars, looking smug.

VICTOR (CONT'D)

I'm scared!

WRITER

The artist and I are going to destroy

every artwork and written work about

you.

PANEL 3

Victor still looking distraught in jail.

VICTOR

And then I will be no more.

V.O.

NARRATOR

As you read this you know that Victor

will soon be dead. Poor Victor. He

was, in reality, about to do good in

a complicated sort of way. He was

about to help his fellow super heroes

But if he's done his job too well in

the past, put it down to that, it led

to a lack of villains.

PANEL 4

Victor sunk still lower in his jail cell, his head hanging down.

VICTOR

I will be dead in about an hour or so.

Dear readers of comic book

superheroes, I am going to miss the

world.

VILLAINS ARE RUNNING OUT

PART 3: NAMELESS' STORY

PANEL 1

A curvaceous, tall girl comic book superhero in a casual track

suit in a costume shop. All the men superheroes around are in

their respective superhero suits, but she is not.

NAMELESS

I'm Nameless because my non-creative

creators couldn't think up an

appropriate enough name for me. But

I refuse to go in girly superheroine

outfits.

PANEL 2

An elderly woman at a writing table (Janice) with another rotund

mature woman (Claudia).

CLAUDIA

We're Nameless' writer and artist,

but I hate all good looking young

women superheroes who look good in

whatever they wear.

PANEL 3

Nameless still in her track suit in the costume shop, going

through racks of clothes.

NAMELESS

I don't like the superheroine image

of short skirts or tight shorts or

bikinis. I think I'm going to have to

design the right suit for me.

PANEL 4

A designer type trundles in a spectacular tall inanimate model

in a red latex masked suit from top to bottom. Nameless perks

up.

DESIGNER

I designed this with you in mind. Are

you free for dinner tonight, my ideal

superheroine?

NAMELESS

I like to kick ass, remember? So cut

the crap, boyo. But never mind, I like

the idea of that costume.

NEXT PAGE - 2

PANEL 1

Nameless in the bright red latex suit exiting the costume shop.

All the other superheroes are crowded inside as the designer

type waves goodbye, looking sad.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

I am Nameless, firstly a girlie who

loves to kick ass - like that

designer, and I love the honour of

being a superhero as well, there

isn't any other job quite like it.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Our girlie superhero can stretch

either way and is flexible, with

awesome fighting skills. Feminists

love Nameless.

PANEL 3

Nameless addresses the reader out of her frame.

NAMELESS

I've been busy since I was created and

since I got the suit for me, but that

was the golden age. I haven't saved

someone or took down a villain in

months. I have just been reading and

wondering about things.

PANEL 4

A cloud shaped frame, to show that it is a dream. A happy place,

where Nameless whooshes down on obvious thugs who give up with

their hands in the air and an old lady, whose bag they had

snatched, applauds.

V.O.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

I also read in the newspaper that a

German physicist, Heinz Heindrik has

found a way to contact other parallel

universes and some have even replied

back to him. Good stuff to think

about, when you don't have crime to

fight.

NEXT PAGE -3

PANEL 1

Nameless on a modelling photoshoot, with a very handsome man

by her side. She is much taller, and in a red dress this time.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

Mind you, I have been getting

modelling gigs and invitations to

some TV appearances to make some

money as my sponsors are kind of

struggling to pay me, with all of this

low criminal activity, even if I love

to take down thugs instead, but they

have disappeared.

PANEL 2

Nameless walking down a street in her red latex suit, getting

looks from guys. Thought bubbles rise from Nameless.

V.O.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

I get looks from guys for the wrong

reason. My creators haven't given me

a family. I've lost touch with the

other superheroes, some have been

destroyed by their creators because

like me, there is no superhero

activity. All the same, I would like

to carry on being a superhero, rather

than get married or something.

PANEL 3

Nameless walking down an empty street, looks in a TV shop window

and at the TV screen. The news shows Victor in his orange outfit

and mask, exiting a bank with money overflowing from a bag.

NAMELESS

Poor Victor! I guess he desperately

needs the money!

PANEL 4

TV newsreader comes on the same screen.

TV NEWSREADER

That, ladies and gentlemen, is our

superhero Victor. Except that our

camera caught him in the process of

running away with money he has robbed

from the bank.

NEXT PAGE - 4

PANEL 1

Nameless more stretched and with one leg up, preparing to run.

Her arms are bent at the elbows, as though she would fly.

NAMELESS

I better get to the scene of the crime

right away.

PANEL 2

Nameless at the bank, her legs appear to brake to a halt. The

Twin Duo in their identical green suits are there in front of

her. So is Victor.

TWIN DUO

(in unison)

Drop the bag, Victor.

VICTOR

(smiling, with money in a

bag)

Nope.

PANEL 3

Nameless looks on in surprise at all in front of her.

NAMELESS

Victor! Why would you do such a thing.

PANEL 4

Victor running ahead on the pavement.

VICTOR

You'll know later that I'm only

helping all of you.

NEXT PAGE - 5

PANEL 1

Nameless stops to call out. Twin Duo appear to be fighting each

other.

NAMELESS

Victor! You're with us superheroes,

remember?

PANEL 2

Twin Duo stopped to argue

FIRST TWIN

He's mine! First villain in months.

SECOND TWIN

No, he's mine! I want the glory!

PANEL 3

Twin Duo have stopped still fighting, their arms flailing.

Nameless looks surprised behind them. Victor has turned around

to see all this.

FIRST TWIN

I want to bring down Victor first.

NAMELESS

I don't think we should fully bring

Victor down for stealing from a bank.

He says he has his reasons.

PANEL 4

Twin Duo still fighting, now with knives. Nameless still

surprised. Victor still watching.

SECOND TWIN

What reason could he have?

NAMELESS

I want to understand why he did it.

NEXT PAGE - 6

PANEL 1

Nameless and Victor stare as the Twin Duo slash each other with

their knives.

VICTOR

Could they be that selfish in wanting

to catch me?

NAMELESS

It could be greed. They found one

criminal after ages.

PANEL 2

Nameless walks up to Victor. The Twin Duo are combusting in the

background.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

You have to turn yourself in, Victor.

Look what happened because they

wanted to catch a villain!

VICTOR

Oh, alright then, but I was only doing

it so that other superheroes would

benefit when they caught me. I guess

the twins were right, in a way.

PANEL 3

Nameless walks sadly home alone, thought bubbles rising.

NAMELESS

I guess Victor was just trying to help

the superhero world with some

criminal activity.

PANEL 4

Nameless still walking, thinks back - show cloud frame, the

scene of the Twin Duo with daggers stuck in them.

V.O.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

This superhero business is

disgusting; nearly every superhero

only fights crime for the fame and

glory as well as wealth, but not for

the love of peace and harmony.

NEXT PAGE -7

PANEL 1

Nameless on a sofa at home looking up a book, the cover of which

shows the author as Heinz Heindrik.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

This business I'm in, is not for me.

I wish I could find that parallel

universe. Things are bound to be

better there.

PANEL 2

Parallel universe in a cloud. The Twin Duo have Victor between

them. Nameless looks at them indulgently in the background. All

are smiling.

VICTOR

Now that these two superheroes have

managed to nab me, I'm turning myself

in.

NAMELESS

Everyone will get written up in the

news, for doing good.

PANEL 3

A serious professor, Heinz Heindrik, who looks like Einstein

addresses the viewers.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I discovered the parallel universe,

where everything is the reverse of

all the bad on this earth.

PANEL 4

Nameless at home, looking startled.

NAMELESS

In the meanwhile, I'm still here on

earth with no job. I better find my

creators Janice and Claudia and talk

to them about the type of work we get.

It's disgusting.

NEXT PAGE - 8

PANEL 1

Nameless entering a doorway which says 'Local Women's Club'.

The face and figures of many chubby women can be glimpsed inside.

NAMELESS (CONT'D)

They're bound to be in here.

PANEL 2

Nameless shakes hands as she meets two elderly/mature looking

women. They are surrounded by other women who smile and stare.

JANICE

Hello Nameless, want to join us?

NAMELESS

No, I want to talk about this super

hero business. It's sickening and

creators like yourselves use us as

meat for fame and money.

PANEL 3

The three are seen to argue. The women around them no longer

smile.

CLAUDIA

Well, why else did we create you

Nameless, you stupid woman?

PANEL 4

V.O.

NARRATOR

The game seems to be up for the

sponsors and creators, but what about

the superheroes?

NEXT PAGE - 9

PANEL 1

Nameless is very angry. There is a fiery aura around her and

her red latex suit.

NAMELESS

Do me a favour and destroy me, put me

out of my misery.

PANEL 2

Nameless has turned around and is stretching her head, which

is already out of the club door. Behind her, Claudia's smile

is viciously evil.

CLAUDIA

Gladly, Nameless. You were no longer

making us lots of money now, as you

use to do back in the day.

JANICE

You do take too strong a stance,

Claudia. We're supposed to be kindly

50-year olds, remember?

PANEL 3

Janice looks placatory, but all the chubby women around, Claudia

included, look fierce.

WOMEN

Not in this world, we aren't.

PANEL 4

JANICE(SIGHS)

What was that about a parallel

universe we had heard?

NEXT PAGE -10

PANEL 1

Nameless on the outside of the club which says Local Womens'

Club. Her body language is downbeat.

NAMELESS

Huh. Time to get out of this uniform

before they combust me. Heinz

Heindrik, where are you? I need

saving!

PANEL 2

The Einstein looking old man, but now in a superhero costume

whooshes down on Nameless at home. She has changed into her

casual track suit.

NAMELESS

Ooh, my hero. I'm glad I waited for

you, instead of any of those men who

were so keen.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

For you, my heroine! Let's go.

PANEL 3

Nameless on a sofa. The Einstein looking professor is next to

her. Green hills in the parallel universe show through the

window.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

I was going to teleport myself to my

parallel universe when I

telepathically heard Nameless cry

out for me. I saved her in the nick

of time.

NAMELESS

(fierce)

I know I have awesome fighting skills

and am supposed to be a feminist. But

wait till my hero teleports Claudia

here if he can. I'm going to fix her,

parallel unviverse or no!

VILLAINS ARE RUNNING OUT

PART 4: MANDRAY AGAIN

PANEL 1

Mandray on a park bench, looking worried. Behind him, in the

horizon, there are a number combustions.

MANDRAY

Why are so many known superheroes

being destroyed? Our sponsors are

backing out because criminal

activity is too low.

PANEL 2

A banner at a hotel entrance announces a 'Conference of comic

book artists and writers.' Wicked looking men in suits and

wicked looking artists in smocks approach the entrance.

WRITER

We know who to make into a superhero,

and we know how to unmake them. Heh

heh.

ARTIST

I can't wait to see one of them

unmade. I have the power.

PANEL 3

Conference hall inside shows a stage/podium with a few members

of the board onstage.

ARTIST (CONT'D)

Ladies and gentlemen, you know that

we're the ones who make the super

heroes and have the ability to make

the super villains as well.

PANEL 4

Back to Mandray on the park bench, still looking worried. Now

the sky is full of bursting superhero bodies like fire crackers.

MANDRAY

But the villains are just pure human

criminals, thugs and thieves. Could

the low criminal acitivity be a

conspiracy to purposely reduce

superhero activity, and lead us into

the clutches of our creators?

PANEL 5

Mandray reading the newspaper. Newspaper headlines show.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

It says reduced criminal activity

will reduce the economy and morale in

the super hero world. But for what

purpose and how is anyone gaining

from this?

NEXT PAGE -2

PANEL 1

Mandray in his apartment, looking worried. His mother is in the

background.

MANDRAY

This question about who is making

sure of all this low criminal and

therefore superhero activity is

eating me alive.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

I don't see how you can prove or

reveal anything. You're getting

ahead of yourself, son.

PANEL 2

A gathering at the graveyard.

CHILD WITH MOTHER

Why are we at so many funerals for so

many of our favourite superheroes?

MOTHER

Shh, son. Don't let anyone hear you.

These are strange times.

PANEL 3

Mandray walking down the street in his superhero costume. People

look at him and scowl.

MAN

There goes another useless

superhero. He's a burden on us

taxpayers. How much longer will we

have to carry them along?

MANDRAY

(to camera)

You see, the loss in the superhero

world has affected the human side of

the economy as well. Our people are

going emotionally bankrupt, if they

have to judge us superheroes.

PANEL 4

An office which shows a cabin marked EDITOR. Journalists sit

at their desks. A receptionist sits at the entrance.

RECEPTIONIST

I would deal with the surplus of phone

calls and had a special helpline to

connect to each superhero in case of

trouble or any legal action against

our superheroes.

EDITOR

Now we have no criminal activity to

report. That means we have no

superheroes to feature, either. This

has brought down our readership in a

big way.

NEXT PAGE - 3

PANEL 1

Mandray walking down a street downtown. There are a line of

shops, one of which says TOYS & SOUVENIRS. A worried

shopkeeper's face shows at the window. Camera pans inside.

SHOPKEEPER

We would order toys made to look like

superheroes. Every kid had a

superhero doll collection. Not any

more. My sales have gone down.

PANEL 2

Hospital sign reads SUPERHERO ANATOMY RESEARCH HOSPITAL.

Mandray looks at it from outside. Camera pans to a lab within.

LAB SCIENTIST

We thought of an experiment to graft

the superhero gene onto humans. Now,

the superheroes are expendable.

A PATIENT

I prefer a facelift, to a superhero

graft.

PANEL 3

Perfectly constructed building. A gang of superheroes and a

wicked looking building site contractor in a hard hat.

CONTRACTOR

Right. Now the jobless superheroes

just have to smash windows and crack

the south wall, so that we can fix it

again and get paid.

A SUPERHERO

Righto, boss.

PANEL 4

Same building site. Contractor in hard hat speaks with his hand

half covering his mouth.

CONTRACTOR

(wicked look)

I'm going to skip the payment part

THE SUPERHERO

(angry)

Nooooooo!

NEXT PAGE -4

PANEL 1

Mandray back on the park bench with a few other superheroes.

All look glum.

MANDRAY

No wonder things are now suffering

and they blame us, but I wonder if

someone planned it all. I haven't

seen my nemesis Frakork in ages.

PANEL 2

Show Frakork, a huge misshapen beast on a downtown street.

People run in terror in the cloud shaped frame.

FRAKORK

Hi, I'm Frakork. I would cause mayhem

before Mandray got to where I was.

PANEL 3

Mandray and his superhero friends on the park bench, twiddling

their thumbs.

A SUPERHERO

Mandray, we should get to the bottom

of this. We have to find out how and

why this situation happened.

MANDRAY

Yes, but how?

PANEL 4

Frakork in the cloud shaped panel.

FRAKORK

I'm here, Mandray. Come and get me!

NEXT PAGE - 5

PANEL 1

Mandray walking down the pavement.

MANDRAY

It is a long time since I last saw my

Nemesis. I wonder if I can find the

writer who wrote in Frakork, the

creature with all that strength and

rage? For he might have written him

out, too. I must find out why.

PANEL 2

Mandray at home, at his computer. His mother is in the

background.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

Oh, Mandray, all that computer work

will stress you out.

MANDRAY

Shush, mother. I've nearly found the

writer who must've written out

Frakork.

PANEL 3

Mandray throws his arms upwards in elation and does a speedy

run around the room.

MANDRAY (CONT'D)

I've found him on the Internet! His

name is Joel Haydork.

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

Haydork sounds like his creation.

PANEL 4

Mandray walking down the street in a seedy neighbourhood of

spilling garbage cans with cats and one masked thug who stare

at Mandray suspiciously.

MASKED THUG

(hands in the air)

I'm not doing anything, Mandray.

Mandray walks past them and into a really downbeat building.

MANDRAY

It's not you I'm looking for.

NEXT PAGE - 6

PANEL 1

Mandray enters a dingy room where the plaster has peeled off

the walls and is showing the brickwork. He shakes hands with

a man in oversized, patched and borrowed clothes.

MANDRAY

Joel Haydork, writer creator of

Frakork, I presume?

JOEL H.

Yes, but I think I've also helped to

uncreate him.

PANEL 2

MANDRAY

Why so?

JOEL H.

The artist who drew Frakork has taken

his own life. Frakork can't be done.

He's just not there, your main beasty

adversary is gone.

PANEL 3

MANDRAY

But without Frakork and the villains,

I'm not getting paid. My situation is

worse than no money.

JOEL H.

You have to come with me, Mandray.

PANEL 4

Mandray and Joel Haydork go into another dingy room with a broken

down table and a computer.

JOEL H. (CONT'D)

Look at this website, the New

Universe company.

MANDRAY

What's that?

NEXT PAGE - 7

PANEL 1

Show Joel H's computer screen. The company logo is a large

squiggly circle with a perfect circle in the middle.

JOEL H.

The New Universe are everywhere! I'm

not sure what they do, but there are

rumours. Their base is in Las Vegas.

It's the biggest, the tallest

building there.

MANDRAY

The New Universe company in the

biggest building in Las Vegas? I

suppose I can't miss it.

PANEL 2

JOEL H.

Those guys are the people you need to

talk to.

MANDRAY

What do they do?

PANEL 3

Mandray and Joel H. Still talking in front of the computer.

JOEL H.

You'll find out. Their base is here

in America, in Las Vegas. You should

visit them.

MANDRAY

Huh?

PANEL 4

Joel Haydork turns his face away. Mandrake looks puzzled.

Thought bubbles.

JOEL H.

That's as far as I will go.

MANDRAY

Guess he's feeling antisocial all of

a sudden.

NEXT PAGE - 8

PANEL 1

Mandray back on the pavement of the run down neighbourhood. He

picks up one leg and bends his arms at the elbows, ready to

speedily depart. The cats and the would-be masked burglar are

still on the other pavement, watching Mandray.

MASKED THUG

(smiling)

Going somewhere, Mandray?

MANDRAY

Las Vegas calls.

MASKED THUG

Whatever will the superheroes get

down to, next?

PANEL 2

Mandray skidding to a halt against the skyline of Las Vegas and

many neonlit signs.

MANDRAY

Weird place to have a world renowned

important base in. I've heard that

these guys at New Universe deal in

war, feud and other political

trouble.

PANEL 2

Mandray approaches the entrance of an office type tall building

with the sign New Universe. Two large and strong grim looking

guards stand on either side of the entrance.

FIRST GUARD

No one allowed in here, Mandray.

SECOND GUARD

Especially you.

PANEL 3

Mandray fighting the guards with his super strength and wins.

A man in a suit exits the New Universe and appears placatory.

SUITED MAN

Come inside, Mandray. They didn't

understand you outside. You need to

talk to our Head Manager.

PANEL 4

Mandray shown into a huge, ostentatious office by the suited

man. A very good looking, curvy secretary is also there.

HEAD MANAGER

So Mandray, what can I do for you?

MANDRAY

I've heard that you lot have

something to do with the superhero

crisis?

HEAD MANAGER

Oh Mandray, come on.

MANDRAY

(angrily)

I want answers!

NEXT PAGE - 9

PANEL 1

Mandray and the Head Manager still in the Head Manager's office,

both seated, talking. Pretty secretary looks surprised.

HEAD MANAGER

(placatory)

The truth is Mandray, - well yes. We

first bribed every creator - the

writers and the artists with money

and goodies, but some we had to force

and torture to join us.

PRETTY WOMAN

Me and us girlies too? We helped to

bring all the creators under your

control?

PANEL 2

Conversation continues in the Head Manager's office.

HEAD MANAGER

Yes. We made the creators secretly

destroy nearly all the super

criminals discreetly by bringing

them to our secret bases.

PRETTY WOMAN

You mean when they burst into flames?

I thought those were part of your

fireworks.

PANEL 3

Cloud shaped panel as the Head Manager talks on. Show villains

and super heroes alike, combusting.

V.O.

HEAD MANAGER

With fewer villains and too many

heroes, the economy will crash, as

the superhero business is one of its

biggest driving forces. Sponsors

will suffer and destroy more

superheroes to get rid of them.

PRETTY WOMAN

I guess most people won't flinch, so

there will be no one to protect

superheroes like you.

PANEL 4

Cloud shaped panel continues, showing scary robots, scarier

beasts and witches.

HEAD MANAGER

Then, when all superheroes go, the

world will be a sitting duck for the

New Universe. We will attack. We will

order creators to make robots, beasts

and what ever else we want, for world

control!

NEXT PAGE - 10

PANEL 1

Frame is black. Only speech bubble shows.

V.O.

HEAD MANAGER

You are now in my underground prison.

PANEL 2

Frame is grey. Shows a prison with bars. Mandray's mother in

the prison, Mandray lying down in the foreground.

MANDRAY

Mother, what happened?

MANDRAY'S MOTHER

They shot you and brought you here to

their underground prison, Mandray.

Ooooh. I'm in so much pain.

PANEL 3

Mandray's mother bursts into flames. Mandray's writer Joel

Haydork appears, with a wicked expression on his face. Mandray

in pain.

JOEL H.

Hah! I have destroyed your mother.

MANDRAY

(screaming)

Please, please, don't destroy me! You

two are corrupt and heartless. This

is the end of me.

VILLAINS ARE RUNNING OUT

PART 5: HEINZ HEINDRIK'S STORY

PANEL 1

The front entrance of an office building sign posted as New

Universe. Robots and vicious looking beasts emerging from the

entrance on to the road. Scared looking people are rounded up

by the robots.

MAN

Help, superheroes! Please come back.

Save us.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Since all the superheroes have now

gone, humanity has been tricked into

slavery of sorts. There is no freedom

any more.

PANEL 2

Show the Head Manager of New Universe's ostentatious office.

The curvy secretary is also there, looking scared.

HEAD MANAGER

We had been planning this for a long

time to enslave humanity.

PRETTY WOMAN

Oh, boss!

PANEL 3

On the other side of the road from New Universe is an elderly

Einstein-looking professor type, Heinz Heindrik

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I am a physicist and my name is Heinz

Heindrik. I am known for figuring out

and contacting other parallel

universes, but now New Universe have

thrown me out of my work and most of

my labs have been destroyed by this

very company, New Universe.

PANEL 4

Show cloud-shaped frame with a destroyed laboratory and cut-out

of Heinz Heindrik.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

It's terrible living here now. We

have no superheroes to come to our

rescue.

NEXT PAGE - 2

PANEL 1

Heinz Heindrik standing in the debris of a destroyed lab

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I have, luckily, been able to

teleport the superheroes and the one

superheroine to my parallel

universes. We truly do need

superheroes here on earth, but since

New Universe got the creators to

destroy the villains, the

superheroes could not survive.

PANEL 2

A mouse peeps out of its mousehole in the Heinz Heindrik's

destroyed lab.

MOUSE

Luckily, Prof Heindrik has one secret

lab left, with everything he needs.

This lab, in New York, is super

protected.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I had a brilliant idea, and decided

to secret and save one lab which could

not be destroyed. I need a lab for my

idea to work.

PANEL 3

Heinz Heindrik walking to a parked, battered car. The mouse

scurries after him. Behind him, the robots and beasties wreak

havoc.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

I will show you what I mean, provided

I can get to where I want to get to.

All the streets are very unsafe these

days. Misrule rules.

MOUSE

Have to get out of here.

PANEL 4

Heinz Heindrik driving down torn up roads and past buildings

with holes blasted out of them.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

The agents of the New Universe have

destroyed everything.

NEXT PAGE -3

PANEL 1

Show people lying down on the New York streets, a refugee-like

scene with children and babies crying.

V.O.

NARRATOR

The population of the human race has

gone down. How could it get like this?

PANEL 2

Cloud shaped frame of happy people with children playing on the

beach, drinking from tall glasses.

NARRATOR (CONT'D)

Just yesterday, people could enjoy a

day at the beach, playing volleyball,

drinking beer and orange juice.

PANEL 3

Inside of a packed Opera house. Soprano type star singing.

NARRATOR (CONT'D)

People could enjoy the best of

culture and music.

PANEL 4

Heinz Heindrik driving through the road where people run. Robots

and beasts rampage.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

We had culture, music and literature

and now this. It feels like god has

abandoned us and no one seems to have

faith anyway in these harsh times.

NEXT PAGE - 4

PANEL 1

Heinz Heindrik driving through the road where two men appear

to be fighting a robot, another woman with a baby in her arms

fights a monster with her umbrella.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

We hear stories of an odd few fighting

the New Universe's menaces back, but

they don't prevail ...they can't,

what without the superheroes.

PANEL 2

The mouse is now on the seat next to Heinz Heindrik in the car.

Scenes of fighting outside, on the road.

MOUSE

I hear sounds that don't spark any

good vibes. We are scared, but

someone has to fight.

PANEL 3

Heinz Heindrik still driving down a war zone. The cafe

approaches.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

My hidden lab is in New York under a

cafe.

PANEL 4

Section of the New York skyline, with a cafe on the road and

a lab cut out under it. Three men with guns can be seen in the

cut out underground section, in the lab.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

I built it this one lab for tough

times, as has happened now.

Unfortunately New York now is one the

most heavily guarded cities on earth.

It will be hard for me not to be

detected.

Close up of the mouse in the car.

MOUSE

The professor has to have the three

guys with guns, in case he gets

caught.

NEXT PAGE - 5

PANEL 1

Heinz Heindrik smiles as he pulls up in front of the cafe.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I am happy when we get to the cafe and

nothing vicious or violent seems to

be around.

MOUSE

Quick, let's go in.

PANEL 2

Mouse is inside the cafe, looking around. The mouse, the

Professor Heinz Heindrik and the three gun toting strongmen are

inside a cafe setting, no one else.

MOUSE

We need to check the cafe for anything

that could be lurking or hiding.

A GUN TOTING MAN

All seems to be clear, here.

PANEL 3

Inside of the cafe is darkish. The dark windows show flashes

of light. Mouse is going back into a mousehole, its tail showing.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

What the....! What are those lights

for?

PANEL 4

Shot of outside the cafe. The cafe is half hidden because of

the crowd of robots and beastly creatures.

V.O.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

Time to open the secret door from the

cafe to my lab.

NEXT PAGE - 6

PANEL 1

Close up of fingers approaching a fingerprint monitor hidden

behind the cafe counter. A secret steel door with three

gun-toting toughs in front, is swinging open. Panic stricken

mouse.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

Quick, time to get out of here. The

fingerprint monitor!

MOUSE

Gunshots outside!

PANEL 2

Heinz Heindrik alone, in a proper lab. Steel door behind him

is closed.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

Unfortunately, my three strong

protection force did not make it.

PANEL 3

The mouse is with the professor in the lab.

MOUSE

Now, for the professor's plan.

V.O.

NARRATOR

Since the superheroes are no longer

controlled by their creators, they

are going to help.

PANEL 4

Prof Heinz Heindrik in his lab on his cellphone. Cloud shaped

frame shows Victor at the other end.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I have to contact other parallel

universes first, to talk to the

superheroes living there. I will

create a gateway for myself or for the

superheroes to cross. The gateways

will work both ways.

NEXT PAGE - 7

PANEL 1

Heinz Heindrik is in a special silvery metallic suit.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I have my special suit to cover the

whole of me, else I will be shred to

pieces as I cross through.

PANEL 2

The professor half disappearing into a gateway labelled TO

PARALLEL UNIVERSE in his silvery metallic suit.

HEINZ HEINDRIK (CONT'D)

Have to get there as quickly as I can.

I have to save this world.

MOUSE

No one else could've done this.

PANEL 3

Heinz Heindrik exiting the gateway labelled INTO PARALLEL

UNIVERSE in his suit. It has green fields and happy looking

Victor.

VICTOR

Good to see you, professor. You said

it's urgent?

HEINZ HEINDRIK

You wont believe what is happening on

earth after you combusted and I sent

you here....

PANEL 4

Heinz Heindrik exiting the gateway labelled INTO PARALLEL

UNIVERSE in his suit again. This has hills and streams and

Nameless running towards him.

NAMELESS

My hero! I'm glad you're back.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

I saved you in the nick of time. Our

world has been totally taken over by

bad robots and beasts....

NEXT PAGE - 8

PANEL 1

Heinz Heindrik exiting the gateway labelled INTO PARALLEL

UNIVERSE in his suit. He enters a nightclub. Mandray is there.

MANDRAY

Professor! I've been having so much

fun here since you let mother go

elsewhere. Come to join me?

HEINZ HEINDRIK

Just for a bit. Your beast Frakork is

back and killing everyone in sight,

but you shouldn't miss fighting

him....

PANEL 2

Heinz Heindrik with the superheroes in a world with green

fields, gentle hills and a downtown street with the NIGHTCLUB

sign.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

All of you have to come back to earth

to save the world and whatever

population is left. You're

superheroes, so you won't need my

type of special suit.

SUPERHEROES

We're with you, and we're going to be

back in business....

PANEL 3

Same background.

NAMELESS

What's better still, we no longer

will have creators who control us. We

can decide what's best.

VICTOR

That means that no one can destroy us.

Fight bad robots and beasties? Let me

at 'em. My sponsorship money is mine!

PANEL 4

Superheroes entering the gateway single file

MANDRAY

I don't mind getting in last, because

once I'm there, I'm going to finish

those villains first.

NEXT PAGE - 9

PANEL 1

Back on earth, humanity is rising from their prone position.

MAN

We're restless! We can't just give

up. I wish our superheroes were back

to fight this menace.

WOMAN

We're losing faith and are out of all

odds.

PANEL 2

New York, with multiple BACK TO EARTH gateways appearing down

the road. Heinz Heindrik in front, a number of superheroes are

exiting into the lab under the cafe through the gateway.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

Never fear, people of earth. I'm

back, with your favourite

superheroes.

CHILD

My toys looks just like my

superheroes.

PANEL 3

Heinz Heindrick walks down the road as robots and beasts are

trampled by the superheroes.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

Way to go, guys and my girl!

V.O.

NARRATOR

Everyone cheered. The company bosses

were brought to book.

PANEL 4

The Head Manager of New Universe and artists and writers all

in a big jail cell. The pretty secretary is standing outside

the prison.

PRETTY WOMAN

Oh boss!

ARTIST

What? But we're the ones who had to

do to his bidding.

NEXT PAGE - 10

PANEL 1

Heinz Heindrik walking on the pavement of an orderly road.

Mandray, Tubsy, Nameless, Victor and the Twin Duo in the

distance stand shoulder to shoulder.

HEINZ HEINDRIK

They're my favourite superheroes

from another parallel universe and

they're not controlled by their

creators. They're free.

PANEL 2

Close up of Nameless

NAMELESS

But the professor is my favourite.

Yay for him. Rah, rah! He's the one

who brought us back to save the world.

PANEL 3

The New York skyline with banners and buntings and balloons and

fireworks.

MOUSE

Best way to end.