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Narrative Script Anecdote Studios:

The Atomic Age

Public Safety Film

Draft 03 Written By Thomas Farrington


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MUSIC STARTS

SHOW TITLE SCREEN: "Home Safety and You"

Next Title Screen: "Starring Alan!"

EXT. SUNS LAMP MORNING

PAN DOWN:

Alan is seen standing in the middle of a 50s pleasentville style street.

NARRATOR

(Male, 50s American accent) "America. Land of the free and home of the brave!"

ALAN:

Alan nods his head in approval and puffs out his chest proudly and waves a small American flag.

NARRATOR:

Though during these trying times our great country is often under attack!

ALAN:

Alan pauses and panics, dropping his flag and drops to the floor, hiding his head under his arms.

NARRATOR:

But thankfully our best military researchers are coming up with new ways to defend our proud

and free country-.."

ALAN:

Alan uncovers his head from beneath his arms and perks up his neck at the viewer.

NARRATOR:

"-from the forces of communism-..!

A soviet symbol appears over Alans head to the right. Alan looks panicked

NARRATOR:


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Nuclear war!

A bomb appears above Alan to the left. Alan looks even more afraid.

NARRATOR:

And other invaders!

An alien saucer appears right above Alans head between the bomb and the soviet symbol.

NARRATOR:

Were going to show and demonstrate, how we can overcome these threats with superior

technology!

The bomb, alien craft and soviet symbol disappear

ALAN:

Alan picks up his small American flag from the ground and waves it proudly and frantically.

CUT TO TITLE SCREEN: "METHOD OF SAFETY NO. 1: Repellant Spray"

CUT BACK TO STREET

NARRATOR:

Our first invention will be invaluable should the influence of communism ever overcome

America. We like to call it Commie-b-Gone spray.

ALAN:

Alan pulls out a red, white and blue striped and starred spray can from behind him and a

cardboard cut-out of a Russian soldier slides onto the set next to him.

NARRATOR:

One simple spray of democracy and any communists you encounter will be sent running for

the hills!

Brief pause

ALAN:

One arm behind his back with a smug look on his face, Alan aims at the face of the cardboard

soldier and sprays. A red white and blue mist sprays him directly in the face. He pauses for a


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moment and cries out in pain, running around in circle covering his eyes. His screams are

interrupted by the next transition.

CUT TO TITLE SCREEN: "METHOD OF SAFETY NO. 2: Staying Protected"

CUT BACK TO STREET

ALAN:

Alan is in center view once again, folding his arms as he pouts, his eye covered with an eye

patch. Spatters of red white and blue can be seen just beneath the eye patch.

NARRATOR:

Ducking and covering during an aerial assault can be a real inconvenience sometimes. Thats

why our best scientists have made the 'Portable Shelter Suit'; a suit to be worn at all times."

ALAN:

A rubbery, black suit is thrown from off-camera at Alans face. He scrapes it off of his face and

looks at it in confusion before.

NARRATOR:

This specially designed rubber suit will protect you from even the biggest blast waves and the

effects of radiation!

ALAN:

While the Narrator tells the audience about the suit, Alan tries to put the suit on, but its a few

sizes too small for him. He tries to stretch it out by straining to stand up straight, but the

rubbery suit snaps back and squishes him into a ball shape.

NARRATOR:

The comfortable, form-fitting rubber is designed to be worn under any clothing, so it will feel

as if its not even there!

ALAN:

Alan stretches once more, but it snaps him up into another ball shape and he pings off-screen,

followed by a loud series of clatters. He zooms counces past the camera.

CUT TO TITLE SCREEN: "METHOD OF SAFETY NO. 3: Adapting"


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CUT BACK TO STREET

ALAN:

Alan is in the center frame again wearing his eye patch, but now has a new cast around his foot

and a single crutch. Hes pouting again.

NARRATOR:

In the highly unlikey If the Portable Shelter Suit failing to protect you from the radiation after

the bomb, researchers have invented a pill which will instead make you immune to it.

A small, green pill drops from above and Alan catches it in his outstretched palm. He

suspiciously examines it closely. He shrugs as if to say what harm can it do? before swallowing

it and smiling happily. The lights switch off.

NARRATOR:

This pill will give your body little doses of radiation over a period of time so that it can get used

to the full effect.

A gradual silhouette of Alan can be seen filling up with a glowing green substance. The light

switches back on, revealing a slightly green, glowing Alan, still smiling proudly as if nothing had

happened. His hair suddenly poofs and falls out and to the floor in a cloud of hair. After a brief

pause, Alan looks up towards his bald head, still smiling. The smile instantly disappears.

CUT TO TITLE SCREEN: "METHOD OF SAFETY NO. 4: Preemptive Strike"

CUT BACK TO STREET

ALAN:

Alan is sat on the floor on the side-walk, pouting and frowning at the loss of his hair.

NARRATOR:

For our next invention, well be dealing with the ever-present threat of invaders from space-

ALAN:

Hearing the word invaders from space, Alan rollshis eyes and gets up as if to say youre crazy,

Im done with this and hobbles off-set.

NARRATOR:


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Scientists have always wondered if we're alone in the universe and have also wondered if that

life wants to invade our world. Should such an event happen, researchers have come to a

solution: take them out before they take us out. That is why they have invented the "Apple-B-

Pie"!

ALAN:

After hearing the word pie, Alan pokes his head in from the edge of the screen and hobbles

back into center frame with a grin on his face, licking his lips. The pie falls from the sky and into

Alans palm. He takes a bite out of it, but just as his teeth hit crust, a large explosion fills the

camera. The smoke clears, revealing Alan covered in black soot and his mouth still wide-open

from biting into the pie. The fence is completely blown apart, holes are blown in the cardboard

set background and black soot also covers the area around his feet. He stands there, eye

twitching for a moment before he finally falls back, feet in the air.

NARRATOR:

The Apple-B-Pie, short for the Apple-BOMB-Pie, will send those pastry-craving Martians back

to their mother ship faster than you can say Boom.

CUT TO TITLE SCREEN: "METHOD OF SAFETY NO. 5: Always Be Prepared"

CUT BACK TO STREET

ALAN:

Alan is in the center frame for one final time, a frown on his face as hes in a wheelchair,

completely encased in a full-body cast and unable to move besides his head and arms

NARRATOR:

Our advances in technology through the years have given us the television, the radio and

electricity. Now, with the advent of our newest and best technology, our scientists and

researchers present: "The Home Defender 9000!"

Just as Alan goes to roll off-set, A large rocket bazooka-type weapon falls from the sky and

thuds in Alans lap, weighing down his wheelchair so much that he can no longer move and

wedging itself between the arms of the wheelchair.

NARRATOR:

If all other inventions fail you should war break out, the Home Defender 9000 will make sure

that you have the edge when defending your wholesome, American home.

ALAN:


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Alan is covering his face and cowering in fear of the Home Defender, scared of it injuring him

somehow. The Home Defender hums with power, but then sputters and coughs smoke. Alan

pauses and looks down at the Home Defender, breathing a sigh of relief. The Home Defnder

suddenly comes to life and explodes like a rocket, carrying him and his wheelchair as it launches

off and repeatedly flies past the screen multiple times, knocking over the cardboard set pieces

as he goes.

PAN UP:

NARRATOR:

"That concludes this demonstration of American home defense technology, creating a safer

America for the generations of tomorrow.

Alan whizzes past the camera, the fiery rocket exhausted turning the screen white.

CUT TO TITLE SCREEN: "The End"

MUSIC ENDS

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