The Wallaby of Death - Part 9

Sorry for the huge delay, guys. Life is CRAZY :P But here is part nine for your enjoyment :P

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Scene 9 - Ferrari

Watson is driving along slowly.

Wallaby is tied to the front of

the Ferrari by a rope, and is leading the way.

Holmes (puzzled): The thing

that does not fit…is…a motive. For the life of me I cannot find one.

Bre: I wish I could help…

The Ferrari inches along behind the wallaby

The company begins to hear noises coming from the trunk

Marian (muffled): Noooo! PANCAKES!!!!

Mary (muffled): But I’m hungry!

Marian (muffled): Miiiine!

Amy (muffled): OW

Watson: I do wonder what is

going on back there.

Wallaby (stops in the middle of the road)

Watson stops the car so as not to run over the wallaby

Bre: What now?

Watson: The wallaby has stopped.

Grace: Maybe it’s tired.

Everyone stares ahead blankly, waiting for the wallaby to move.

Holmes: Enough of this nonsense. (jumps out of car and goes to wallaby)

Wallaby (dashes off)

Holmes: Bre! Did you not take sufficient care to fasten the rope securely?

Bre (hesitantly): Uuuum….

Grace (glares at Bre)

Holmes (exasperatedly sighs and dashes off after the wallaby)

Nobody moves or says anything

Watson: We should follow him.

Watson begins to accelerate and catches up to Holmes before slowing down. They drive beside Holmes as he runs to catch the wallaby

Watson (shouts): Any luck, old boy?

Holmes (panting): No.

Watson: Too bad…

Bre (rolls eyes)

Grace: Get in the car, Holmes!

Holmes (jumps in the car)

The company moves quickly in the direction of the wallaby

After a time, they come upon an old house, which they see the wallaby enter

Bre: What is this place?

Holmes (darkly): This…is the lair…of…Mr. Phace.

Everyone gasps

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The Wallaby of Death - Part 8

Scene 8 - Woods

Holmes, Watson, Bre and Grace are in the woods.

Holmes is setting up some sort of contraption.

Bre: Holmes, what are you doing?

Holmes doesn’t answer

Watson: He’s making an

Aquaggaswack, to capture the wallaby.

Bre: A what?

Watson: Aquaggaswack. I’m surprised at you. It’s far too elementary!

Grace: Umm…what is an...aquaggaswack?

Watson: It’s a musical instrument made up of pot lids strung between poles. It’s especially useful when wallaby-hunting.

Bre: I see.

Holmes finishes his contraption,

sits up, and begins to bang out random rhythms on it.

Watson: Shhh.

Everyone watches as a wallaby emerges from the bushes

Watson (creeps up on wallaby)

Holmes (continues playing…whispers): Careful, Watson…it could be vicious!

Watson (throws sack over wallaby): I’ve got it, Holmes!

Everyone rushes to help

Watson secure the wallaby

Holmes: Excellent work, my dear fellow!

Everyone goes back to Ferrari

Bre: Holmes, do you have any

theories?

Holmes: As a matter of fact, I do.

Grace: Care to explain?

Holmes: I believe that the capture of this wallaby will be of great help to us, as I believe that it was merely the agent of evil, rather than the manufacturer thereof.

Bre: Ooooh.

Holmes: Hopefully, this wallaby will lead us to its master.

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The Wallaby of Death - Part 7

Scene 7 - Ferrari

Still driving along, quietly…everyone is minding their own business.

Watson: I never really understood your monograph on olives, Holmes…I never have, and I feel like I should.

Holmes (after a slight pause): What is there to understand?

Bre: Well, you only address one type of olive…I feel that you should have included more varieties…

Grace: I completely agree. Olives are very diverse in nature.

Watson: And the one variety you do deal with, you deal with in a very vague manner. It is not like you, Holmes.

Holmes: Well, at the time, I believe that I viewed the monograph as an art, rather than actual science.

Grace: That would explain…a lot.

Bre: Yep.

Watson: Oh! I never thought about it in that light!

Moment of silence

Holmes: I don’t know why I ever wrote a monograph on olives.

More silence

Bre (hears something behind them): Watson, I think we’re being followed.

Holmes (looks out the rearview mirror): My word.

Watson: What?

Holmes: It seems we are being followed by yet another adolescent female…

Everyone turns around to look, and sees a girl chasing the car, with her nose in the air

Bre: What in the world…?

Holmes: She appears to be…smelling…the air…

Grace: What should we do?

Holmes: Watson, stop the car.

Car comes to a halt

The girl quickly approaches the stopped car

Girl: I….SMELL….PANCAKES!

The company watches in disbelief as the girl goes to the trunk and begins clawing at it, attempting to get it open

Holmes (exits car and goes to girl): How may I assist you?

Girl: PANCAKES!

Bre: I think she wants pancakes, Holmes.

Grace: No kidding.

Holmes (to girl): What is your name?

Girl: PANCAAAAKES!

Bre (stifles a giggle)

Girl: No, no…I mean…my name’s Marian…

Holmes: Ah, a lovely name…how may I assist you, Mar-

Marian (cutting Holmes off): PANCAKES!

Marian continues to claw at the trunk

Grace: Um…Holmes…we probably should give her the pancakes, before she hurts herself.

Holmes (opens trunk) There we go, Marian.

Marian: PAN- Ohhhhh!!! (dives in)

Holmes (shuts trunk and climbs back in the passenger’s seat) Continue, Watson.

Bre: Wait, Holmes…I need to talk to Grace for a minute.

Bre and Grace exit the car and head into the woods

Bre: I do not entirely agree with what Holmes is doing to those girls. I feel like a kidnapper or something.

Grace: Yeah…what do we do?

Bre: Should we confront Holmes?

Grace: He doesn’t listen!

Bre: Meh.

During the slight silence, rustling is heard in the bushes

Bre: What was that?

Grace: WALLABY!!!!!!!!

Bre and Grace scream and run back to the car

As they exit the woods, they see Holmes and Watson, prancing around the Ferrari with jars full of sugar cubes

Bre: What on earth are they doing?

Grace: Catching fairies, it would appear.

Bre (laughs): Holmes, catch any fairies?

Holmes and Watson stop and put the jars behind their backs guiltily

Holmes: We were merely trying an experiment…

Watson: Yeah.

Bre: Of course.

Grace (freaking out): HOOOLMES! I think we just encountered a wallaby!

Holmes: I am sensing a pattern in the behavior of the wallaby or wallabies.

Grace: So…what are we gonna do?

Holmes: Set a trap.

Bre: Ooooh.

Grace: What kind of trap?

Holmes (gets a gleam in his eye)

Bre: Oh…dear.

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The Wallaby of Death - Part 6

Scene 6 - Ferrari

Driving along

Something falls from the sky

Bre (looking around): What was that?

Grace (picking something up off the floor of the vehicle): It looks like a sugar cube.

Bre (puzzled): Sugar cubes don’t fall from the sky.

Holmes (sarcastically): What a revelation!

Bre (sigh)

More sugar cubes pelt the car from all directions. Watson slows the car to a stop in the middle of

the road.

Watson (frustrated): What is going on?

Bre (solemnly): Bad things.

Grace: Bad things happen in the countryside.

Holmes (leaps out of the car without opening the door and dodges flying sugar cubes; leaps onto

hood of Ferrari)

Watson (cringes): Hooolmes….

Holmes: Unseen foes…HEAR ME.

Bre and Grace look at each other, puzzled)

Holmes: Declare yourselves…and your motives…

Watson (jumps onto hood of car with Holmes): Or your civilization shall be destroyed!

Holmes (looks at Watson in surprise): Very good, dear fellow.

Watson: I try.

Bre and Grace stare blankly at the men on the hood of the car as Mary screams from the trunk

From the woods, another person emerges and leaps onto the hood of the car

Person: Followers, disperse!

Much rustling ensues as the followers disperse

Holmes (addressing the person): What is the meaning of throwing sugar cubes in such a hostile

manner?

Person: Uh…it seemed like a good idea at the time…

Watson: Who are you?

Person (triumphant): I am Amy, leader of the Fairy Seekers!

Holmes and Watson exchange puzzled glances over Amy’s head

Bre and Grace stifle laughter

Grace: Fairy Seekers?

Amy: Um…yeah.

Holmes: And what, pray tell, is the primary occupation of…a Fairy Seeker?

Amy: Um…we seek fairies.

Holmes (face palms)

Watson: And how do you go about that enterprise?

Amy (hops down from hood of car): We use sugar cubes and jars.

Bre: Ummm…kay.

Amy begins to wander around, retrieving the sugar cubes from the ground. Watson follows suit

and wanders into the woods.

Mary (shouting and pounding in the trunk): HELP! HELP ME!

Amy (stops): What is that?

Grace: Nothing…nothing at all…

Amy: ARE YOU KIDNAPPERS?!?!?!

Holmes (mischievous look): Yes.

Bre and Grace freak out

Grace: HOLMES! We are not kidnappers!

Bre: No no, we’re not!

Amy (dashes toward the trunk): We must let her out! (to Mary) Friend, I am here to help you

escape from these dangerous ruffians!

Mary (muffled): THANK YOU

Bre, Grace and Holmes dash toward the trunk

Holmes (trying to restrain Amy): No, we cannot let her out!

Bre (sits on trunk lid)

Amy (fights Holmes) No! KIDNAPPERS! HELP!!!

Grace (motions for Bre to get off the trunk and opens lid)

Mary (tries to leap out but is restrained by Bre)

Holmes shoves Amy in the trunk, and helps Bre to shove Mary in the trunk and shuts the lid.

The girls scream and thrash about

Watson returns from the woods with pocketfuls of sugar cubes and hears the commotion.

Watson: Holmes! What is that heinous noise?

Holmes: Watson, Watson…have even your most rudimentary powers of observation failed you?

That is the sound of agitated females shrieking and kicking each other in a confined space. I am

surprised at you…it is far too elementary.

Watson (rolls eyes): Why yes, quite silly of me, Holmes.

Bre: How long are we going to keep them there?

Holmes: Whatever length of time proves necessary.

Bre: I see.

Everyone returns to the car and Watson begins to drive again.

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