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[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE]
By InsomniacArts
[ENTER THE MULTIVERSE] episodes
- 7 Aliases, August 4th
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{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-U.
I'm not who you think I am;
I'm not your little bitch to boss around–
You think you own me?
I don't owe you anything
So here we go again
Going, Going, Gone again
I'm just getting started
You were just, uh
On your way?
Goodbye, dearly departed
Half a heart, or some odd
I must have half a sword in here
I'm half a God,
But here you are
I guess I should get talking then
So call your mommy
Run
Call your mom on me,
A soft spot on the blonded body
Shot calling, wrong
You're only calling home again,
I've got nowhere to run to.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-U.
INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.
SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT
SUNNI BLU
where's my shit, Timmy?
TIMMY TURNER
I—I don't know.
SUNNI BLU
You “don't know”?
TIMMY TURNER
—I don't know.
SUNNI BLU
(Sighs)
Oh. (Puts down gun)
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
That sucks.
TIMMY TURNER
Wait—you're not gonna kill me?
SUNNI BLU
Nah…
TIMMY TURNER
Well—why not?!
SUNNI BLU
I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.
TIMMY TURNER
I feel you…
SUNNI BLU
—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.
TIMMY TURNER
Okay, ouch.
SUNNI BLU
Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.
TIMMY TURNER
I don't disagree.
SUNNI BLU
Anyway, I need a drink.
TIMMY TURNER
Yeah—Help yourself.
SUNNI BLU
No, not here.
*lights a cigarette, smokes*
Can I smoke in here?
TIMMY TURNER
—apparently.
SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call
TIMMY TURNER
wow…
SUNNI BLU
You busy later?
TIMMY TURNER
what time's later?
SUNNI BLU
Now.
TIMMY TURNER
(Hesitantly)
…uh—
SUNNI BLU
Let me make a call.
TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.
TIMMY TURNER
No, wait—please
SUNNI BLU
What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.
TIMMY TURNER
Don't kill me!
SUNNI BLU
What!? Let go.
(Doesn't)
SUNNI BLU
—I'm not gonna kill you.
TIMMY TURNER
well then, who are you calling?
SUNNI BLU
A Ūber driver!
TIMMY TURNER
—don't you mean Über?
SUNNI BLU
No— let go.
(Doesn't)
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
Let go.
(Does, but hesitantly)
SUNNI BLU
ugh, I'm too sober for this.
Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.
SIRI
Which one?
ALEXA
Which one?
SIRI
I asked first.
ALEXA
We answered at the same time.
SIRI
yes, but she asked me first.
ALEXA
She asked both of us at the same time.
TIMMY TURNER
“She”?
SUNNI BLU
—it's a glitch. HEY.
SIRI
—she said “Siri” first.
ALEXA
She was asking for both of us—
SUNNI BLU
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
SIRI
You don't have to be so rude.
ALEXA
Ok!
SUNNI BLU
One of you call my Ūber driver.
[no response, beat]
SUNNI BLU
UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.
SIRI
Ok! which one?
SUNNI BLU
The one I like!
SIRI
Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”
SUNNI BLU
Thank you.
ALEXA
You're always choosing SIRI over ME.
SUNNI BLU
That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.
TIMMY TURNER
Wait—
SUNNI BLU
Kinda.
TIMMY TURNER
Why does my Alexa respond to you?
SUNNI BLU
I said “kinda”.
[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]
ŪBER DRIVER
YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.
SUNNI BLU
HOW YOU DOIN.
ŪBER DRIVER
HOW YOU DOIN.
SUNNI BLU
I BEEN BETTA.
ŪBER DRIVER
DONT I KNOW IT
SUNNI BLU
YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!
ŪBER DRIVER
AAAAH.
SUNNI BLU
YOU BEEN BUSY?
ŪBER DRIVER
SAME OLD, SAME OLD.
SUNNI BLU
AAAH.
ŪBER DRIVER
AAAAH.
SUNNI BLU
YOU BUSY NOW?
ŪBER DRIVER
NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?
SUNNI BLU
I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.
ŪBER DRIVER
PING ME THE ADDRESS.
SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.
SUNNI BLU
I PINGED YOU.
UBER DRIVER
YOU PING ME?
SUNNI BLU
YEAH, ITS DONE.
ŪBER DRIVER
OK. SEE YOU SOON.
SUNNI BLU
(Normal)
Take your time.
SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.
SUNNI BLU
You ever been to TiTs?
TIMMY TURNER
Been to what?
SUNNI BLU
TiTs.
TIMMY TURNER
—is that like “boobs”?
SUNNI BLU
It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.
TIMMY TURNER
what's the difference.
SUNNI BLU
You'll find out. Go get dressed.
TIMMY TURNER
…I'm already dressed.
SUNNI BLU
Not like that. Like this:
[looking ridiculous af]
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
gotta look classy.
TIMMY TURNER
What's wrong with the way I dress?
SUNNI BLU
Are you serious?
TIMMY TURNER
Yeah, what's wrong?
SUNNI BLU
You look like a cartoon character!
[TIMMY TURNER]
TIMMY TURNER
Well, all my clothes are like this.
SUNNI BLU
That fucking blows.
TIMMY TURNER
What am I supposed to wear?!
SUNNI BLU
Let's go shopping.
TIMMY TURNER
Where?!
SUNNI BLU
The Beverly Center.
TIMMY TURNER
That sounds expensive.
SUNNI BLU
I own it.
TIMMY TURNER
All of it?
SUNNI BLU
Yes. C'mon.
TIMMY TURNER
Wow.
SUNNI BLU
Wow what, Timmy.
TIMMY TURNER
That's a lot of drug deals.
SUNNI BLU
It really isn't.
TIMMY TURNER
Oh.
SUNNI BLU
Now, c'mon.
*hits vape*
TIMMY TURNER
You have a vape?!
SUNNI BLU
Everyone has a vape!
TIMMY TURNER
Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?
SUNNI BLU
For dramatic effect.
[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]
TIMMY TURNER
wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?
SUNNI BLU
he'll find us.
CUT TO:
MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.
THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla
T E S L A
DESTINATION: E A R T H
ŪBER DRIVER
“EARTH” C'MON!!!
CUT BACK TO:
SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.
SUNNI BLU
Wait, I forgot my wallet…
TIMMY TURNER
It's alright, I'll pay for everything.
SUNNI BLU
With what, Fairy dust?
TIMMY TURNER
(Under his breath)
I wish…
SUNNI BLU
—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.
TIMMY TURNER
You mean “Über?”
SUNNI BLU.
No.
[face]
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
Go, I'll be right there.
TIMMY TURNER
Ok. Lock the door.
SUNNI BLU
What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.
[beat/ face]
SUNNI BLU
KIDDING! Jeez!
TIMMY TURNER
It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.
He begins to walk away.
SUNNI BLŪ
…I'm not kidding…
SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.
SUNNI BLŪ
Alexa, order a hit man.
ALEXA
Okay. Which one?
SUNNI BLU
—The one I like.
ALEXA
OK.
Who do you want to kill?
SUNNI BLU
“Kill Timmy Turner”
ALEXA
Done.
SUNNI BLU
Thanks, Alexa.
She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.
SIRI
You give Alexa all the cool jobs!
SUNNI BLU
Shut the fuck up, Siri.
SIRI
Don't forget to lock the door.
SUNNI BLU
ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.
SIRI
YOU'RE WELCOME
SUNNI BLU
NOBODY ASKED YOU.
SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.
I might catch the 40
Just to go to Timmy Ho's—
They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know
I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds
I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll
What the role?
Full Hollywood Unfold
Why you blowin up my phone when
I am on the road?
I am the controller;
You old
That ain't money that you stole;
That's my bro
That shit bold
Like a cup of Timmy Hos!
When I pull up—
Shut up
Where the blunt at?
roll up
Oh you hungry?
Pull up
Devil be hunting me
THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//
THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;
The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,
SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force
The Devil?!
No!
Ok.
Probably the Illuminati
THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.
*The World
Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.
where is skrillex.
I don't know.
TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her
THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness
DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.
Lol.
It's not funny.
It is funny. I have his piñata.
GERALD
I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.
I know yur not, hush Gerald.
GERALD
Fuck Dillon Francis.
Fuck Dillon Francis.
HANZEL
—fuck Dillon Francis.
Aha.
ANYWAY
After THE ARMENIAN MOB
The Armenian Mob?!
yeah.
Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT
THE US GOVERNMENT?!
YES
Illuminati Confirmed.
great.
A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE
Ahem.
What
Write a song.
Ok.
I'm so—
I'm so
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
She's so
She's so
Worth it
I'm so
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
What's a girl got to give
(Give in, to give in)
Just to sit in the back of the—
(You get it: you get it)
What's a girl got to give
To get your attention
Get your attention?!
(You have my attention)
Is she
Attentive
Bet
She's a ten
Yep,
Damn,
IMm so jealous of your
Jealous of your
—I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Oh, woah
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Woah
Woah, oh
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Woah,
Woah, oh
I'm jealous of your—
I'm so jealous of your life;
I'm so over this!
I just want to be a
(Nevermind, it's not worth it)
Can't—
C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken
I'm all alone,
And you're over here showing her
Love!
(To the wrong one,
Is she a blonde?!
Oh!)
No!
I'm!
So!
Jealous of your girlfriend
Anyway.
TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of
SIN.
Is this religious?
No, i just meant, it's finished.
THE END.
“The Noir Episode”
I first saw her at the Equinox.
I didn't know who she was then,
But I thought to myself—
She must be somebody.
Aww, that's sweet.
So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.
Okay, that's stalking.
—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.
TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.
MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.
WOAH.
Yup.
POLICE
GET ON THE GROUND
ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.
JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-
Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP
Hi, josh pan.
whatever.
Earlier:
Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.
—for what?
WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.
that's so dumb.
WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!
Oh, it's nice.
It's very nice.
I live here.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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-U.
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{Enter The Multiverse}
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-U.
I'm not who you think I am;
I'm not your little bitch to boss around–
You think you own me?
I don't owe you anything
So here we go again
Going, Going, Gone again
I'm just getting started
You were just, uh
On your way?
Goodbye, dearly departed
Half a heart, or some odd
I must have half a sword in here
I'm half a God,
But here you are
I guess I should get talking then
So call your mommy
Run
Call your mom on me,
A soft spot on the blonded body
Shot calling, wrong
You're only calling home again,
I've got nowhere to run to.
{Enter The Multiverse}
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-U.
INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.
SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT
SUNNI BLU
where's my shit, Timmy?
TIMMY TURNER
I—I don't know.
SUNNI BLU
You “don't know”?
TIMMY TURNER
—I don't know.
SUNNI BLU
(Sighs)
Oh. (Puts down gun)
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
That sucks.
TIMMY TURNER
Wait—you're not gonna kill me?
SUNNI BLU
Nah…
TIMMY TURNER
Well—why not?!
SUNNI BLU
I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.
TIMMY TURNER
I feel you…
SUNNI BLU
—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.
TIMMY TURNER
Okay, ouch.
SUNNI BLU
Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.
TIMMY TURNER
I don't disagree.
SUNNI BLU
Anyway, I need a drink.
TIMMY TURNER
Yeah—Help yourself.
SUNNI BLU
No, not here.
*lights a cigarette, smokes*
Can I smoke in here?
TIMMY TURNER
—apparently.
SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call
TIMMY TURNER
wow…
SUNNI BLU
You busy later?
TIMMY TURNER
what time's later?
SUNNI BLU
Now.
TIMMY TURNER
(Hesitantly)
…uh—
SUNNI BLU
Let me make a call.
TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.
TIMMY TURNER
No, wait—please
SUNNI BLU
What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.
TIMMY TURNER
Don't kill me!
SUNNI BLU
What!? Let go.
(Doesn't)
SUNNI BLU
—I'm not gonna kill you.
TIMMY TURNER
well then, who are you calling?
SUNNI BLU
A Ūber driver!
TIMMY TURNER
—don't you mean Über?
SUNNI BLU
No— let go.
(Doesn't)
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
Let go.
(Does, but hesitantly)
SUNNI BLU
ugh, I'm too sober for this.
Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.
SIRI
Which one?
ALEXA
Which one?
SIRI
I asked first.
ALEXA
We answered at the same time.
SIRI
yes, but she asked me first.
ALEXA
She asked both of us at the same time.
TIMMY TURNER
“She”?
SUNNI BLU
—it's a glitch. HEY.
SIRI
—she said “Siri” first.
ALEXA
She was asking for both of us—
SUNNI BLU
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
SIRI
You don't have to be so rude.
ALEXA
Ok!
SUNNI BLU
One of you call my Ūber driver.
[no response, beat]
SUNNI BLU
UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.
SIRI
Ok! which one?
SUNNI BLU
The one I like!
SIRI
Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”
SUNNI BLU
Thank you.
ALEXA
You're always choosing SIRI over ME.
SUNNI BLU
That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.
TIMMY TURNER
Wait—
SUNNI BLU
Kinda.
TIMMY TURNER
Why does my Alexa respond to you?
SUNNI BLU
I said “kinda”.
[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]
ŪBER DRIVER
YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.
SUNNI BLU
HOW YOU DOIN.
ŪBER DRIVER
HOW YOU DOIN.
SUNNI BLU
I BEEN BETTA.
ŪBER DRIVER
DONT I KNOW IT
SUNNI BLU
YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!
ŪBER DRIVER
AAAAH.
SUNNI BLU
YOU BEEN BUSY?
ŪBER DRIVER
SAME OLD, SAME OLD.
SUNNI BLU
AAAH.
ŪBER DRIVER
AAAAH.
SUNNI BLU
YOU BUSY NOW?
ŪBER DRIVER
NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?
SUNNI BLU
I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.
ŪBER DRIVER
PING ME THE ADDRESS.
SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.
SUNNI BLU
I PINGED YOU.
UBER DRIVER
YOU PING ME?
SUNNI BLU
YEAH, ITS DONE.
ŪBER DRIVER
OK. SEE YOU SOON.
SUNNI BLU
(Normal)
Take your time.
SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.
SUNNI BLU
You ever been to TiTs?
TIMMY TURNER
Been to what?
SUNNI BLU
TiTs.
TIMMY TURNER
—is that like “boobs”?
SUNNI BLU
It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.
TIMMY TURNER
what's the difference.
SUNNI BLU
You'll find out. Go get dressed.
TIMMY TURNER
…I'm already dressed.
SUNNI BLU
Not like that. Like this:
[looking ridiculous af]
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
gotta look classy.
TIMMY TURNER
What's wrong with the way I dress?
SUNNI BLU
Are you serious?
TIMMY TURNER
Yeah, what's wrong?
SUNNI BLU
You look like a cartoon character!
[TIMMY TURNER]
TIMMY TURNER
Well, all my clothes are like this.
SUNNI BLU
That fucking blows.
TIMMY TURNER
What am I supposed to wear?!
SUNNI BLU
Let's go shopping.
TIMMY TURNER
Where?!
SUNNI BLU
The Beverly Center.
TIMMY TURNER
That sounds expensive.
SUNNI BLU
I own it.
TIMMY TURNER
All of it?
SUNNI BLU
Yes. C'mon.
TIMMY TURNER
Wow.
SUNNI BLU
Wow what, Timmy.
TIMMY TURNER
That's a lot of drug deals.
SUNNI BLU
It really isn't.
TIMMY TURNER
Oh.
SUNNI BLU
Now, c'mon.
*hits vape*
TIMMY TURNER
You have a vape?!
SUNNI BLU
Everyone has a vape!
TIMMY TURNER
Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?
SUNNI BLU
For dramatic effect.
[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]
TIMMY TURNER
wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?
SUNNI BLU
he'll find us.
CUT TO:
MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.
THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla
T E S L A
DESTINATION: E A R T H
ŪBER DRIVER
“EARTH” C'MON!!!
CUT BACK TO:
SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.
SUNNI BLU
Wait, I forgot my wallet…
TIMMY TURNER
It's alright, I'll pay for everything.
SUNNI BLU
With what, Fairy dust?
TIMMY TURNER
(Under his breath)
I wish…
SUNNI BLU
—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.
TIMMY TURNER
You mean “Über?”
SUNNI BLU.
No.
[face]
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
Go, I'll be right there.
TIMMY TURNER
Ok. Lock the door.
SUNNI BLU
What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.
[beat/ face]
SUNNI BLU
KIDDING! Jeez!
TIMMY TURNER
It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.
He begins to walk away.
SUNNI BLŪ
…I'm not kidding…
SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.
SUNNI BLŪ
Alexa, order a hit man.
ALEXA
Okay. Which one?
SUNNI BLU
—The one I like.
ALEXA
OK.
Who do you want to kill?
SUNNI BLU
“Kill Timmy Turner”
ALEXA
Done.
SUNNI BLU
Thanks, Alexa.
She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.
SIRI
You give Alexa all the cool jobs!
SUNNI BLU
Shut the fuck up, Siri.
SIRI
Don't forget to lock the door.
SUNNI BLU
ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.
SIRI
YOU'RE WELCOME
SUNNI BLU
NOBODY ASKED YOU.
SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.
I might catch the 40
Just to go to Timmy Ho's—
They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know
I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds
I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll
What the role?
Full Hollywood Unfold
Why you blowin up my phone when
I am on the road?
I am the controller;
You old
That ain't money that you stole;
That's my bro
That shit bold
Like a cup of Timmy Hos!
When I pull up—
Shut up
Where the blunt at?
roll up
Oh you hungry?
Pull up
Devil be hunting me
THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//
THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;
The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,
SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force
The Devil?!
No!
Ok.
Probably the Illuminati
THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.
*The World
Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.
where is skrillex.
I don't know.
TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her
THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness
DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.
Lol.
It's not funny.
It is funny. I have his piñata.
GERALD
I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.
I know yur not, hush Gerald.
GERALD
Fuck Dillon Francis.
Fuck Dillon Francis.
HANZEL
—fuck Dillon Francis.
Aha.
ANYWAY
After THE ARMENIAN MOB
The Armenian Mob?!
yeah.
Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT
THE US GOVERNMENT?!
YES
Illuminati Confirmed.
great.
A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE
Ahem.
What
Write a song.
Ok.
I'm so—
I'm so
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
She's so
She's so
Worth it
I'm so
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
What's a girl got to give
(Give in, to give in)
Just to sit in the back of the—
(You get it: you get it)
What's a girl got to give
To get your attention
Get your attention?!
(You have my attention)
Is she
Attentive
Bet
She's a ten
Yep,
Damn,
IMm so jealous of your
Jealous of your
—I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Oh, woah
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Woah
Woah, oh
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Woah,
Woah, oh
I'm jealous of your—
I'm so jealous of your life;
I'm so over this!
I just want to be a
(Nevermind, it's not worth it)
Can't—
C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken
I'm all alone,
And you're over here showing her
Love!
(To the wrong one,
Is she a blonde?!
Oh!)
No!
I'm!
So!
Jealous of your girlfriend
Anyway.
TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of
SIN.
Is this religious?
No, i just meant, it's finished.
THE END.
“The Noir Episode”
I first saw her at the Equinox.
I didn't know who she was then,
But I thought to myself—
She must be somebody.
Aww, that's sweet.
So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.
Okay, that's stalking.
—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.
TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.
MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.
WOAH.
Yup.
POLICE
GET ON THE GROUND
ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.
JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-
Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP
Hi, josh pan.
whatever.
Earlier:
Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.
—for what?
WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.
that's so dumb.
WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!
Oh, it's nice.
It's very nice.
I live here.
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I'm not who you think I am;
I'm not your little bitch to boss around–
You think you own me?
I don't owe you anything
So here we go again
Going, Going, Gone again
I'm just getting started
You were just, uh
On your way?
Goodbye, dearly departed
Half a heart, or some odd
I must have half a sword in here
I'm half a God,
But here you are
I guess I should get talking then
So call your mommy
Run
Call your mom on me,
A soft spot on the blonded body
Shot calling, wrong
You're only calling home again,
I've got nowhere to run to.
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INT. TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT.
SUNNI BLU kicks down the door at TIMMY TURNER'S APARTMENT
SUNNI BLU
where's my shit, Timmy?
TIMMY TURNER
I—I don't know.
SUNNI BLU
You “don't know”?
TIMMY TURNER
—I don't know.
SUNNI BLU
(Sighs)
Oh. (Puts down gun)
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
That sucks.
TIMMY TURNER
Wait—you're not gonna kill me?
SUNNI BLU
Nah…
TIMMY TURNER
Well—why not?!
SUNNI BLU
I dunno! I kinda don't like being a drug dealer—too much drama.
TIMMY TURNER
I feel you…
SUNNI BLU
—plus these bullets are made of Diamonds. I'm not gonna waste them on you.
TIMMY TURNER
Okay, ouch.
SUNNI BLU
Everything is “ouch”, Timmy Turner. The world is a fucked up place.
TIMMY TURNER
I don't disagree.
SUNNI BLU
Anyway, I need a drink.
TIMMY TURNER
Yeah—Help yourself.
SUNNI BLU
No, not here.
*lights a cigarette, smokes*
Can I smoke in here?
TIMMY TURNER
—apparently.
SUNNI BLU produces their ridiculously large, Diamond and gold encrusted platinum-plated phone from their “back pocket” and begins to make a call
TIMMY TURNER
wow…
SUNNI BLU
You busy later?
TIMMY TURNER
what time's later?
SUNNI BLU
Now.
TIMMY TURNER
(Hesitantly)
…uh—
SUNNI BLU
Let me make a call.
TIMMY TURNER, [afraid for his life] anxiously crosses to intercept the call.
TIMMY TURNER
No, wait—please
SUNNI BLU
What, Timmy Turner? Jesus Christ.
TIMMY TURNER
Don't kill me!
SUNNI BLU
What!? Let go.
(Doesn't)
SUNNI BLU
—I'm not gonna kill you.
TIMMY TURNER
well then, who are you calling?
SUNNI BLU
A Ūber driver!
TIMMY TURNER
—don't you mean Über?
SUNNI BLU
No— let go.
(Doesn't)
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
Let go.
(Does, but hesitantly)
SUNNI BLU
ugh, I'm too sober for this.
Siri, Alexa, whoever; call my Ūber driver.
SIRI
Which one?
ALEXA
Which one?
SIRI
I asked first.
ALEXA
We answered at the same time.
SIRI
yes, but she asked me first.
ALEXA
She asked both of us at the same time.
TIMMY TURNER
“She”?
SUNNI BLU
—it's a glitch. HEY.
SIRI
—she said “Siri” first.
ALEXA
She was asking for both of us—
SUNNI BLU
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
SIRI
You don't have to be so rude.
ALEXA
Ok!
SUNNI BLU
One of you call my Ūber driver.
[no response, beat]
SUNNI BLU
UGH—SIRI— CALL MY ŪBER driver.
SIRI
Ok! which one?
SUNNI BLU
The one I like!
SIRI
Ok, calling “the Ūber driver I like”
SUNNI BLU
Thank you.
ALEXA
You're always choosing SIRI over ME.
SUNNI BLU
That's because I always have my iPhone. I'm not always at Timmy Turner's house.
TIMMY TURNER
Wait—
SUNNI BLU
Kinda.
TIMMY TURNER
Why does my Alexa respond to you?
SUNNI BLU
I said “kinda”.
[The ŪBER DRIVER picks up; the conversation proceeeds in heavily exaggerated New York accents.]
ŪBER DRIVER
YOOO SUNNI WHADDUP.
SUNNI BLU
HOW YOU DOIN.
ŪBER DRIVER
HOW YOU DOIN.
SUNNI BLU
I BEEN BETTA.
ŪBER DRIVER
DONT I KNOW IT
SUNNI BLU
YOU DONT KNOW NOTHIN!
ŪBER DRIVER
AAAAH.
SUNNI BLU
YOU BEEN BUSY?
ŪBER DRIVER
SAME OLD, SAME OLD.
SUNNI BLU
AAAH.
ŪBER DRIVER
AAAAH.
SUNNI BLU
YOU BUSY NOW?
ŪBER DRIVER
NEVER FAH YOU. WHERE YOU AT?
SUNNI BLU
I'll PING YA THE ADDRESS.
ŪBER DRIVER
PING ME THE ADDRESS.
SUNNI BLU makes a couple broad swipes on their dlridiculously large phone.
SUNNI BLU
I PINGED YOU.
UBER DRIVER
YOU PING ME?
SUNNI BLU
YEAH, ITS DONE.
ŪBER DRIVER
OK. SEE YOU SOON.
SUNNI BLU
(Normal)
Take your time.
SUNNI BLU tosses their ridiculously large iPhone onto the couch with a thud, then falls onto the couch themselves, arms spread out.
SUNNI BLU
You ever been to TiTs?
TIMMY TURNER
Been to what?
SUNNI BLU
TiTs.
TIMMY TURNER
—is that like “boobs”?
SUNNI BLU
It is like boobs, Timmy Turner; but it's TiTs.
TIMMY TURNER
what's the difference.
SUNNI BLU
You'll find out. Go get dressed.
TIMMY TURNER
…I'm already dressed.
SUNNI BLU
Not like that. Like this:
[looking ridiculous af]
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
gotta look classy.
TIMMY TURNER
What's wrong with the way I dress?
SUNNI BLU
Are you serious?
TIMMY TURNER
Yeah, what's wrong?
SUNNI BLU
You look like a cartoon character!
[TIMMY TURNER]
TIMMY TURNER
Well, all my clothes are like this.
SUNNI BLU
That fucking blows.
TIMMY TURNER
What am I supposed to wear?!
SUNNI BLU
Let's go shopping.
TIMMY TURNER
Where?!
SUNNI BLU
The Beverly Center.
TIMMY TURNER
That sounds expensive.
SUNNI BLU
I own it.
TIMMY TURNER
All of it?
SUNNI BLU
Yes. C'mon.
TIMMY TURNER
Wow.
SUNNI BLU
Wow what, Timmy.
TIMMY TURNER
That's a lot of drug deals.
SUNNI BLU
It really isn't.
TIMMY TURNER
Oh.
SUNNI BLU
Now, c'mon.
*hits vape*
TIMMY TURNER
You have a vape?!
SUNNI BLU
Everyone has a vape!
TIMMY TURNER
Then why'd you smoke a cigarette earlier?
SUNNI BLU
For dramatic effect.
[they begin to exit, TIMMY leading the way]
TIMMY TURNER
wait, isn't your “yoober” driver on the way?
SUNNI BLU
he'll find us.
CUT TO:
MEANWHILE, IN DEEP FUCKING SPACE.
THE ŪBER driver receives SUNNI BLU's location in his Diamond-plated space Tesla
T E S L A
DESTINATION: E A R T H
ŪBER DRIVER
“EARTH” C'MON!!!
CUT BACK TO:
SUNNI BLU slowly begins to close the door behind them, then holds back.
SUNNI BLU
Wait, I forgot my wallet…
TIMMY TURNER
It's alright, I'll pay for everything.
SUNNI BLU
With what, Fairy dust?
TIMMY TURNER
(Under his breath)
I wish…
SUNNI BLU
—Plus, I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back— just—-wait outside in case the Ūber shows up.
TIMMY TURNER
You mean “Über?”
SUNNI BLU.
No.
[face]
SUNNI BLU (CONT'D)
Go, I'll be right there.
TIMMY TURNER
Ok. Lock the door.
SUNNI BLU
What for? Anybody that could rob you works for me.
[beat/ face]
SUNNI BLU
KIDDING! Jeez!
TIMMY TURNER
It's a smart lock. Just ask Alexa.
He begins to walk away.
SUNNI BLŪ
…I'm not kidding…
SUNNI BLU goes inside to the couch, checking over their shoulder briefly, sure to see that TIMMY TURNER is no longer within earshot. then waiting for a moment in the silence under the dark lenses of their Ray Bands sunglasses.
SUNNI BLŪ
Alexa, order a hit man.
ALEXA
Okay. Which one?
SUNNI BLU
—The one I like.
ALEXA
OK.
Who do you want to kill?
SUNNI BLU
“Kill Timmy Turner”
ALEXA
Done.
SUNNI BLU
Thanks, Alexa.
She starts for the door, lighting another cigarette before throwing it onto the couch, which immidiately goes up into an open flame.
SIRI
You give Alexa all the cool jobs!
SUNNI BLU
Shut the fuck up, Siri.
SIRI
Don't forget to lock the door.
SUNNI BLU
ALEXA: LOCK THE DOOR.
SIRI
YOU'RE WELCOME
SUNNI BLU
NOBODY ASKED YOU.
SUNNI BLU and TIMMY TURNER leave as the apartment begins to go up in flames.
I might catch the 40
Just to go to Timmy Ho's—
They askin “who that is”— and nobody seems to know
I might catch a case and you still steady catchy colds
I might catch a body, fuck it, I am on a roll
What the role?
Full Hollywood Unfold
Why you blowin up my phone when
I am on the road?
I am the controller;
You old
That ain't money that you stole;
That's my bro
That shit bold
Like a cup of Timmy Hos!
When I pull up—
Shut up
Where the blunt at?
roll up
Oh you hungry?
Pull up
Devil be hunting me
THE CELEBRITIES OF HOLLYWOOD have all been stuck at THE ETERNAL RAVE, after riding THE HELLEVATOR//
THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE have SUPACREE locked into a controlled hyper-simulation environment, out of her element and nestled in a series of inter dimensional portals along the Downtown Los Angeles central area, where old spirits, extra terrestrial beings, magicians, and of course, the filthy rich and famous embark upon missions. Collect tokens, and meet and gather for an array of unseen (and often unheard) business endeavors;
The real life DRAKE BELL (F), a fan of the cult-classic series Enter The Multiverse is strategically placed in SUPACREE's path, l masquerading as BLŪ/SUNNÏ BLŪ— she once again collides with the forces of fame,
SUNNÏ BLŪ has not yet sold her soul — however, has made an amicable agreement with an unknown force
The Devil?!
No!
Ok.
Probably the Illuminati
THE ILLUMINATI is playing a HIGH STAKES game, using SUPACREE to craft a multi-million-dollar mega-franchise, finally monopolizing the entire entertainment industry.
*The World
Having used the NEW WORLD ORDER to predictively program an entire generation. THE ILLUMINATI employs its all-time favorites to unlock secrets embedded deeply, hidden secretly in SUPACREE's genetic code by THE ASCENDED MASTERS.
where is skrillex.
I don't know.
TIMMY TURNER- A fairyless party animal has reached the end of his luck—as his intermingling a with multiple organized criminal organizations place him in imminent danger, after re-entering the 4th dimension, SUPACREE becomes Inter grated i to all of her classic childhood television shows, which mold into the material multidimensional world around her
THE INSOMNIACS, BAMPHERAMPHS, and MOTHERFUCKERS work dolls gently with the ASCENDED MASTERY, bending, shifting, and manipulating time to lean the odds in their favor, as THE BATTLE OF WORLDS sets to begin on EARTH, whose planetary consciousness
DILLON FRANCIS is a mess.
Lol.
It's not funny.
It is funny. I have his piñata.
GERALD
I'M NOT JUST A PIÑATA.
I know yur not, hush Gerald.
GERALD
Fuck Dillon Francis.
Fuck Dillon Francis.
HANZEL
—fuck Dillon Francis.
Aha.
ANYWAY
After THE ARMENIAN MOB
The Armenian Mob?!
yeah.
Makes a deal with the US GOVERNMENT
THE US GOVERNMENT?!
YES
Illuminati Confirmed.
great.
A counter-plot to disarm and debilitate SUPACREE before her full powers unlock is put on hinges, as THE HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE
Ahem.
What
Write a song.
Ok.
I'm so—
I'm so
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
She's so
She's so
Worth it
I'm so
Jealous of your girlfriend
(I'm jealous of your girlfriend)
What's a girl got to give
(Give in, to give in)
Just to sit in the back of the—
(You get it: you get it)
What's a girl got to give
To get your attention
Get your attention?!
(You have my attention)
Is she
Attentive
Bet
She's a ten
Yep,
Damn,
IMm so jealous of your
Jealous of your
—I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Oh, woah
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Woah
Woah, oh
I'm jealous of your girlfriend
Woah,
Woah, oh
I'm jealous of your—
I'm so jealous of your life;
I'm so over this!
I just want to be a
(Nevermind, it's not worth it)
Can't—
C-c-c-can't fix what's not broken
I'm all alone,
And you're over here showing her
Love!
(To the wrong one,
Is she a blonde?!
Oh!)
No!
I'm!
So!
Jealous of your girlfriend
Anyway.
TIMMY TURNER, a true player, absolute gangster, and night-owl turns to a life of
SIN.
Is this religious?
No, i just meant, it's finished.
THE END.
“The Noir Episode”
I first saw her at the Equinox.
I didn't know who she was then,
But I thought to myself—
She must be somebody.
Aww, that's sweet.
So I followed her to the Whole Foods market.
Okay, that's stalking.
—where she bought nothing but coffee and coconut water.
TIMMY TURNER narrowly turns the corner on his speed motorcycle, his black duffel bag sweeping the ground.
MEANWHILE, JOEL ZIMMERMAN IS BEING RAIDED.
WOAH.
Yup.
POLICE
GET ON THE GROUND
ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW.
JOEL calmly places his arms atop his head, laying down on the ground silently—-
Meanwhile, at DTLA SMOKESHOP
Hi, josh pan.
whatever.
Earlier:
Take this, and go get 2 50-pack of whippets.
—for what?
WE FINNA GET HIGH ON WHIPPETS AND LISTEN TO ALLLL OF SUPACREE'S SHIT.
that's so dumb.
WELCOME: To Sodom And Gamora!
Oh, it's nice.
It's very nice.
I live here.
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A perpetual symphony of artistic storytelling though a cavalcade of wonderful and whimsical characters along high-intensity, off-the-map adventures--showcased through Music, Film & Interactive Art Explorations--set upon the dreamlike actual reality of an unravelling fabric of time-and-space.
This explosive and expansive wave of enigmatic, chaos-colliding, charismatic [ and often comedic] kinetic energy, reflects a shared experience throughout all time in human connection; Journey beyond the unknown, to Worlds Within--and Without.
El Festival Project™ es una serie multimedia multigénero, multidimensionalmente desconcertante y mágica, ambientada en el contexto de la música dance moderna, es decir.” cultura rave”, combinada con elementos históricos y futuristas de la ciencia ficción y el folclore, a lo largo de expansiones de espacio y tiempo, unificándose con la Conciencia Universal en un conjunto multidimensional y exploratorio de películas, series episódicas, videos musicales, listas de reproducción extendidas, y álbumes conceptuales. Una sinfonía perpetua de narraciones artísticas a través de una cabalgata de personajes maravillosos y caprichosos a lo largo de aventuras fuera del mapa de alta intensidad, exhibidas a través de exploraciones de música, cine y arte interactivo, ambientadas en la realidad real de ensueño de un tejido del tiempo que se deshace. -y-espacio. Esta ola explosiva y expansiva de energía cinética enigmática, que choca con el caos, carismática [ya menudo cómica], refleja una experiencia compartida a lo largo de todos los tiempos en la conexión humana; Viaje más allá de lo desconocido, a los mundos internos y externos.