INT. INSIDE THE PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT
MILTON HARRISON: There you are Mr President. I was afraid we had lost you. We may even have needed to cancel the charity ball. Dare I ask where you disappeared to.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I think it was a case of the heeby jeebies or the Doodie Toodies.
MILTON HARRISON: Yes sir, I understand. Well the guests are arriving.
INT. PRESIDENTIAL BALLROOM - NIGHT
Milton stands beside the President and introduces him to each guest.
MILTON HARRISON: President Martinez of Nelubia and his wife Lady Martinez
Fallulah as President Bungle shakes hands with them both.
PRESIDENT MARTINEZ: You do remember me President Bungle?
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Why yes, you are the only other leader in the entire world to oppose the climate change bill. It’s a pity that your country is smaller than my appetite. You could walk across it in ten minutes.
PRESIDENT MARTINEZ: Pardon me, President Bungle. What did you just say?
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I said we must chat for more than ten minutes.
President Martinez moves on
MILTON HARRISON: I’m sorry sir but the next couple are not on the list
CONSTANCE JACKSON: Mr & Mrs Constance Jackson. Mr President we are members of Parents for Gun Control. We want you to restrict access to guns and other weapons to teenagers and volatile individuals. Last year alone, nearly three hundred young students died in shootings by unstable young men. We want you to do something about it.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I will look into it right away.
CONSTANCE JACKSON: You are not going to get rid of me that easily Mr President. You have in the past cosied up to the gun companies. I want you to take action now and no empty promises
Three secret service men drag the young woman away.
MILTON HARRISON: Rex Xavier, CEO of Guncorp.
REX XAVIER: I like the way you deal with gun hating hippies Mr President.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I don’t mind them. It’s the people who get fat on the promotion and sale of guns that I really don’t like.
REX XAVIER: Well we both know who your largest corporate donor was last year and it certainly wasn’t Parents for Gun Control.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: If only I had more time, Mr Xavier. There is only so much one can do in a day.
CONRAD BEECHAM: White House Aide, 32, Short Brown Hair, Slim, Brown eyes, Five Feet Nine Inches, Youthful Complexion
CONRAD BEECHAM: Sir, the First Lady regrettably informs you that she has a headache and won’t be able to attend.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Thank you, young man.
MILTON HARRISON: Sir, its time for your speech
President Bungle approaches a small podium.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I’d like to thank you all for coming here today
Falullah draws a blank and for a moment can’t think of what to say.
I never did like speeches. That’s why I became a politician. What I would like to say is this. This nation is divided on many fronts, whether that is those for and against stricter gun control, rich people getting richer while the poor get poorer and of course, climate change. Communism is an ideal that doesn’t work in reality, but the idea of all people being treated equally is a noble one. Life will never be perfect. There will always be those who are better off then others but as politicians our duty is to make things better not worse.
There are too many people dying needless deaths at the hands of unstable young men. There are too many people who don’t have access to proper health care. My biggest failing as a politician is to reward the rich by giving them tax breaks and money that they don’t need or deserve. To date I have been a failure but I hope that that will change. Thank you.
Fallulah’s speech is met with silence. After a few seconds, Conrad Beecham starts to applaud and it is met with luke warm applause from everyone else.
INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - NIGHT
CONRAD BEECHAM: Goodnight sir. I understand, Mrs Bungle is asleep.
There are two doors in front of Fallulah and she is unsure of which of the two leads to the Presidents bedroom. She moves towards the door on the left.
CONRAD BEECHAM: Pardon me sir, but you don’t normally disturb the first lady
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Oh yes
Fallulah as the President enters the bedroom on the right
INT. PRESIDENTIAL BEDROOM - 2AM
Fallulah is lying in bed awake, wondering what is happening outside. Any moment the real President Bungle could enter. She just does not know when.
President Bungle’s wife enters the room
MRS BUNGLE: You’re not him are you?
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Of course I am darling.
MRS BUNGLE: Conrad told me about your speech and how it went down like a lead balloon in front of all your wealthy patrons. Besides, you never call me darling.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Maybe things are about to change.
MRS BUNGLE: I know you too well. You’re not a man who is ever going to change unless you are not who you say you are.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Pardon me, I have a throbbing headache.
MRS BUNGLE: Who are you? A shapeshifter? Are you a street boy underneath that exterior. You do realise if they catch you, you won’t last very long
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What do you want?
MRS BUNGLE: I don’t want anything. It can get quite lonely in this house. Conrad is the only one who cares about me. Otherwise this is no better than a large prison.
She pauses
Where is that husband of mine?
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: I don’t know and telling you everything is a risk, particularly when I don’t know absolutely everything
MRS BUNGLE: You don’t have to tell me everything. If he was being burned in hot lava, I’d be positively delighted. That man will never change. He always puts himself first in every situation he’s ever been in. He doesn’t care about his wife, his children or anyone else, just himself.
FALLULAH AS PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Well I hope you’re wrong
EXT. OUTSIDED ABANDONNED MULTI STOREY CAR PARK - NIGHT
SATIR: Remind me, who was it that said we would be rolling in Bungle’s right now? Whose bright idea was it to deny me my name in history as the man who killed President Bungle?
JACKSON: It wasn’t me Satir
BOBBY JOE: It wasn’t me either
SATIR: Well then, who was it?
VIC: Don’t look at me. You believed me. That makes us both suckers in my book. Besides, we all know what happens to the guy who kills President Bungle. He doesn’t get deified. He goes to jail for life.
EXT. STREET NEAR ABANDONNED MULTISTOREY CAR PARK - NIGHT
Henry and Cherokee hide on a street corner and overhear the conversation. They are too afraid to ask questions of the armed men.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Did you hear that? They must have handed the President over to bigger badder terrorists
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Remind me. Why am I getting myself into this
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Come on it must be this way
Further down the street they come across a strong rough looking man walking in the opposite direction but on the same side of the street.
TOUGH YOUNG MAN: What are you looking at?
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Nothing
TOUGH YOUNG MAN: Oh so I’m nothing now am I?
Pushes Henry
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: No you are the King
TOUGH YOUNG MAN: Sarcasm eh? We’ll see who’s so bloody smart now.
He pushes Henry again
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Stand back or I will make you disappear.
Henry waves his hand but nothing happens
TOUGH YOUNG MAN: Fruitcake are we now?
He throws Henry to the ground
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Leave him alone
TOUGH YOUNG MAN: Or what?
Suddenly the tough young man receives a few belts to the face and reels backwards.
TOUGH YOUNG MAN: How did you do that? You freak
As he walks away.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Alexander. Is that you?
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: I figure you guys need a lot of help. Going into a terrorists den without any guns or any gifts is pretty hopeless.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: I’ve got gifts
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Yeah? Well now they are needed more than ever.
INT. LEVEL 6 OF THE MULTISTOREY CAR PARK
ANTI BUNGLE MEMBER: Hey boss
KARL MANFORD: This better be good. Is it Manuel?
ANTI BUNGLE MEMBER: No boss
KARL MANFORD: Well, what is it then
ANTI BUNGLE MEMBER: These three kids said, they were the ones who kidnapped President Bungle
Karl Manford looks
KARL MANFORD: How did they manage that
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Each of us has magical powers. We could level this building with a flick of the hand
KARL MANFORD: And I could order your death with a flick of a my finger. Webb and Malchiot
Two of the terrorists stand to attention
WEBB: Yes boss
KARL MANFORD: Take these two imbeciles outside, shoot them and then throw them in the river.
WEBB: Yes boss
The two terrorists holding guns lead the three of them away.
KARL MANFORD: Magical powers eh?
Turns to President Bungle. How did they capture you anyway?
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: They had weapons the like of which you’ve never seen and bodyguards built like tanks.
KARL MANFORD: What happened to their bodyguards?
President Bungle is still held upside down
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Can I come down now. This is pure torture. I’ll give you the launch codes. I’ll do anything.
INT. ELEVATOR IN ABANDONNED MULTISTOREY CAR PARK
WEBB: Where did the other guy go to?
Suddenly both terrorists are attacked and beaten up. Their guns are removed by Henry and Cherokee
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Great, now we have guns
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: We can’t use them. It’s not who we are.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: The last time we tried walking up their unarmed it didn’t go so well. What are we going to do that’s different?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Maybe the next time. He’ll respect us more.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Yes. He might believe we all have magical powers or he might just shoot us to pieces.
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: Well I’m going back up there to bring back the President. You two don’t have to come with me.
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Why does he always have to make me feel guilty?
INT. LEVEL 6 OF THE MULTISTOREY CAR PARK
CHEROKEE BURUNDI (Speaks to Henry): If you have any magical powers Henry now would be the time to use them
KARL MANFORD: You three again. What happened to Webb and Mechiot?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: You didn’t believe us
KARL MANFORD: I still don’t believe you. This time we’re going to kill you in front of everybody. Get over to the wall.
The three of them slowly and apprehensively move towards the wall as instructed. This time all of the terrorists including Karl Manford point their weapons
Henry with a wave of his hand causes the weapons to break free and rise up in the air overhead. After two seconds they fall to the ground
KARL MANFORD: What the ... Now you’re really going to get it.
He picks up his rifle and realises that it is bent out of place
KARL MANFORD: What? Do you know how much these guns cost. Now they’re all worthless. No reputable terrorist group is going to respect us with junk like this
Henry attracts with his mind one of the undamaged guns from outside the elevator.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Now we are taking the President with us whether you like it or not
KARL MANFORD: Ok Ok
EXT. OUTSIDED ABANDONNED MULTI STOREY CAR PARK - NIGHT
President Bungle is no longer in costume.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: What are you three guys going to do now?
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: We’re going to bring you to freedom
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: You do realise, you are going to spend the rest of your lives in prison
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Don’t make us change our minds.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Firstly, I’d like my Quarter Pounder and chips
INT. NEARBY DINER - NIGHT
The four of them sit down at a table. Only President Bungle has a meal in front of them
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: After a long day, even this looks good
Henry goes to a phone in the corner of the diner.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: I’d like to report the wherabouts of President Bungle. I understand he has been missing for five hours
CALL RECIPIENT: Look kid. Don’t waste our time.
The call recipient hangs up
President Bungle is halfway through his meal before Henry returns to the table
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: They didn’t believe me.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Why are you kids not eating?
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Maybe we don’t want our balls to implode
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Don’t give me that?
ALEXANDER HOPSCOP: Well you don’t see us eating. This diner is virtually deserted.
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Yeah? Well maybe I’m not hungry
He puts down his food and pushes it away from him.
Two tall young men walk into the diner
PRESIDENT BUNGLE: Hey kids, I’m your President. Would you escort me to my residence. These peasants don’t even have transportation. I may even give you a medal
TALL YOUNG MAN: Hey that’s a very good impression. You even look like him too.
Both young men walk off
After a few seconds President Bungle conks out.
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: I told you not to eat that burger
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: What did you do?
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Plan B
CHEROKEE BURUNDI: What’s plan B
HENRY CARTHRIGHT III: Firstly, we’ve got to get him out of here
The three teenagers carry the President outside the diner and onto the street. Within seconds a battered old vehicle pulls up in front of them. The driver winds down the window
FREDO GAMBINI: Come on get in