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  • A Happy Ending.
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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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    -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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    -U.
    Wicked game Chris Isaac
    12 min
  • Happy Accodents Vs. c o l o r s B2B Ū ft. Phoenixx Skyy (7 Aliases, Aug 4th)

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    {Enter The Multiverse}



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    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.

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    -U.

    Wicked game Chris Isaac

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  • Doing My Best, Believe It Or Not (Part II)
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    -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.
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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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  • {The Adventures Of Uptown A}

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    -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.



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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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