Archive of Our Own ^beta

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ACT ONE, SCENE ONE
(The Younger's new home, a much more spacious, comfortable area. Filled with furnishings that are nice but not extravagant. Travis, Bill S. Preston, Theodore Logan, Arnold Schwarzenegger(T-801), Beneatha, Marty Mcflew, the angry fella from Inside out, Walter, a Shoggoth, 3 gnomes, and Ruth are there. Mama is no longer around due to “The Incident''. It is a bit cramped with everyone there, but they make space as Dr. What arrives. )

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Dr. What: I am glad you asked Shoggoth! It is of vital importance that all the currently active time travellers are here!

Walter:(Interjecting) “I'm glad that we're meeting, but why here in Clybourne Park?

Ruth: The neighbours already think that we’re odd!

The Angry fella from Inside Out: IF THEY THINK IT'S ODD I'LL KILL THEM! (He starts to become clearer and clearer, almost transparent).

Dr. What: Now calm down there. As long as they don’t come over it will be fine. (The group nods affirmatively) There has been a timeline disruption! Something I cannot fix on my own! I will need everyone currently time travelling to help me out.

The three gnomes, each speaking every other other word: None of us three cannot not be bothered nor hindered by thee! This is a problem that is not ours, and thus it is yours, and thus we shant help! (They hold hands, do a little jig, and disappear into a puff of pink smoke)

Marty Mcflew: I've got a… thing? That is also really urgent, so I've got to go! (Before anyone can say anything he runs out the door into his time travelling Ford F-150)
Bill S Preston: Like, same dude!

Theodore Logan: He's my ride; I’d love to stay though! (They both exit)

Dr. What: Now that they have left, it's time to get down to business). A timeline disruption has caused alternate versions of us time travellers to emerge! As we speak they are changing the timeline with no supervision! It is imperative that we stop them right away! I think that if we each get rid of our alternative reality selves, or ARS, we should be able to fix it. A few of us will need to cover multiple, due to the gnomes and teens leaving us. Is everyone ok with that? (A general murmur of agreement goes around, a few nod their heads.) Speed is of essence! GO! (As he says this, the Shoggoth turns into a rambling mound of shapes, gradually becoming more and more clear until there is nothing left. The angry fella from Inside Out starts cursing and screaming until he disappears. T-801 presses a few buttons on his watch and disappears. Dr. What gives a quick thanks to the Youngers for allowing them to use their house and steps outside into his time travelling mailbox)

Walter: Well we should probably get moving too! (He starts walking towards the basement, where the time machine is kept)

Beneatha: I COULD have been in med school right now, but instead I'm out in the timeline trying to kill my other self!

Ruth: I feel you. Sometimes I wish Walter never built this machine, but then again, it's fantastic for time management (Travis laughs. They step into their time machine, and immediately notice where their alternative selves are.)

Walter: Remember to suit up! (Walter pulls out a Medieval era claymore that seems hardly worth bringing, but he stares at it affectionately. Travis pulls out two iron pistols. They are brand new from 3106, and he looks confident. Ruth and Beneatha both pull out pulse rifles from 2978. They are older models but battle worn and deadly. The machine rumbles, then stops)

Walter: First stop! (Benethea steps out, then the machine rumbles a bit more)

Benethea: Wish me luck!

Walter: Next off! (Travis silently steps out. When he is out, the machine rumbles again, and as Ruth steps out, Walter gives her a quick hug and kiss) See you soon! (Walter mumbles something unintelligible as he steps out of the machine.

ACT ONE, SCENE ONE END

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As he steps out, the scenery changes. He is somewhere in France around the 1910s, but it looks nothing like he remembered from his last visit here. Fires burn everywhere, corpses litter the street, and few still alive begging for the sweet release of death. Those still alive look terrified of Walter because his clone caused this. In the distance, a figure could be made out flying around with an automatic rocket launcher and several sidearms from the future strapped on him.)

Walter: You fiend! Why are you doing this! Like I get it, I also despise France, but there are better ways to take your anger out!

ARS Walter: But this place is awful, and even in the 19000s it still sucks! Join me dude! We got this!

Walter: Never, it may be Fr*nce, but it's still murder! (He leaps at ARS Walter, and they start to fight. He draws first blood against ARS Walter by throwing his Claymore and catching it like a boomerang.)

ARS Walter: Dude for real? It's France.

Walter: You know what? I think that you’re right! (He pulls out several Miniature nuclear bombs from his coat and flies up into the sky. He carpet bombs all of France with ARS Walter) This was fun, but all good things must come to an end. (He stabs ARS Walter in the back) I'll tell them I was too late to stop you, and that France is permanently gone! (ARS Walter gasps and dies) (The scene shifts to Benethea and Ruth caught up in an intense firefight with their ARS selves somewhere is Japan.)

Beneathea: Ruth, I'm almost out of ammo! We need to finish this!

Ruth: Let's end this! (She throws a futuristic grenade)

Beneatha: Hold on, I've almost got a shot! We can end this now! (Beneatha takes the shot, and kills ARS Ruth)

ARS Beneatha: You have fought well and have beaten us. (She commits seppuku. Ruth and Beneathea congratulate each other)

Ruth: Now we just need to wait a bit for Walter to pick us up! (The scene shifts to Travis, who is just chilling with ARS Travis. They seem to have exchanged blows a few times, then went to get beers)

Travis: I'm glad you were peaceful, It would have sucked to have to kill you!

ARS Travis: Same! (They both laugh) (The scene shifts again, this time to Dr. What. They are in space, and both have breather masks on. They are ducking and weaving between an asteroid cluster, shooting at each other)

Dr. What: You do not belong in this timeline. I will either kill you or send you back!

ARS Dr. What: That is impossible to do! You need to die, and I shall take your place in this world!

Dr. What: They would never accept you! (He gots shot and is bleeding out)

ARS Dr. What: (grinning evilly) They won't ever know… (The scene shifts again to T-801, locked in mortal combat with ARS T-801. They are both silent, but a loud grinding noise can be heard from the two scraping against each other. They fight back and forth for a while, neither gaining an advantage. They are machines and the same model. Eventually, they both wear down and die) (The scene shifts around again, this time to the Shoggoth. He has gathered up the corpses of the ARS gnomes, ARS Marty Mcflew, ARS Bill S Preston, ARS Theodore Logan, and the ARS Shoggoth. It is then we see that the Shoggoth had awakened several other Great Old ones. Khal’Kru, Othuyeg, and Yog-Sothoth are all there)

All three together:Ť̵̢̢̢̡͉̳̖̱̹͈͚̥̯̦̘̘̠̳͕͙̩͍̼̠̰̰͖̃̏ḣ̵͚̪̻̾̋̐͂̾̓͑̽̐̎͋̒̿̒͌̃̌̌̏̊̎̌̕̕͜͝͝͝ȩ̸̢̛̛̦̹̯̪̤̱̪̱̣̦͖̱͚͖͍͒͛̃̇̆̅̇͑̓̓̉̒̌̅͒͛̈̔̈̈̽͘͝ ̶̨̡̧̭̬̙͉̻̯̦̝̜͉̬͖͍͖̰̜͎̘͕̞͌̌̍̀̎̿̈͌̓̿̕͘̚̕ͅͅd̷̡̡̢̦̻̤̜͉̝̖̰̣̘͎͍͓̼͚̰̹̟͉̤̟̘̩̈̄̒̽̈́̅̇͒͜͠ę̶̛̙̯̓̎̿͒̔̾͑̅̍́͐͒͐̔̉́͑̈́̿͗̂̾̔ẻ̷̡̨̛̳̲͚̱̬͉̪͕͖̪̞̲̲̬̖̼͚͔̖̩̞̰̜̥̈́̀̈̆̾͂̈́̿̑̃͝ͅd̸͓̜̲̗̤̭̐͠ ̷͇̞̟̠͖̥̩̀̾̉i̶̢͚̹͍͇̻̺͚͚̺̭̦͉̼͖͔͗̓̑̈̎͊͊̇̄̄͂͂͑̈́̑͌͂̊̚͝͠s̴̢̮̹̳̤͍̝͉̳͎̫̣̖̣͑̃͛̅̑̓̊͗͑̇͋̍͌̃͛̂̄͛́̾̕͘̚͝͝ͅͅ ̴̫̹͎̖̬̉d̵̡̡̰͍͚͈̙͔̯̥̜͎̱͚̫͚͚̘͔̪͖̰͕͆͛̄̏̐͋̈́̈́͊̑́̓̅̄̈́̇̅̓͑̋̈͌͘̚̚͝͠ͅǫ̸̬̘͖̗͓͐̓̏̈́̓̈̍̍͗͗͐͂̓̈́̏̄͊͛̋́̈́̈́̚̕̕ņ̷̖̲̭̦͍̥̰̟̠̲̦̯͍̜̗̻̝̯͗̓̿̽̊e̵̦̠͎͔̾̄̾̓̐̂͋͑̐͗̍̋̈́̑̍̍̊̚̕̕͠ͅͅ,̵̢̜̖̫̺̻̠̲̟̠̺̰̬͍̆̽̅͜ ̶̧̡̠̰̫͎̯̺͖̩͈̠̗͍͕͉̙͖͚͎̫̎̈́̎̽͊̐̿̂̅̇͌̕̚̚͝͠t̷̡̼̲̝̗͓͇̬̦̭̠̞̥̼͈͓͓̱̞̝̦͖̥̀̿̐̾̽̈̄̑̓̇̀͐̓̓͐̅̍́́̌͌̈́͆͘̕͜͠͝ͅͅh̷̢̧̛͔̩̪̟͙̝͕̱̯̰̳̦͖̱̝̼̫̻͔̣̖̱̰̘͎̯̃̋̑͆̈́̏̃̎͋̈́̽́͆͊́̈́̾͝ͅȩ̸̨̢̥̬͈̫̹͍̱̼̤̲̩̠͔͙̯̙̯̠͗͛̍̈̒̑͌͂̃̓̈́͂̈̒̃͑͒̔̆̒͆̔̕͘͘͘͝͝͝ ̴͚̳̥̺͈̭̭̘͍̭͔̹͊̚b̶̧̟̬̫̫̝͉̣̆̂̈́̑̓̈́̋̽̿͝͝͝ą̷̳͍̜̲̮̘̤̞͆̆̂̍́̈́͌̍͋̍̒̈̓̆̆̑̐̓̏̔̉͒͌̒̓͂͘̚̕͜t̴̟̯̹̱̻̯̲̖̺͍͂̉̍̀̌͐̕͜ẗ̸̡̮͇̱͚̭̲̼͍̻͉̥̘̱̳̯͉́̏͊̋̀l̴̢̛̲̿͂̊̇͒̈́̍͒̈͑͆͘͘ę̴̡̗͖͇̫̥̯͍̗̞̫͎̳̩̝̠͚̹͕̂ ̵̡̧̧͖͈̞͔̫̯̳̣͙͈̪̳̼̎̓͌͑̿̌̈́̂͂̋̂̓̊̈́̅̕̚͜͝į̴̢͔̪̮͇̳̘̤̻̝̖̖͓̲̳̥̈́̓̔̏̈́͆͛̕͜͝͠ͅs̸̯̯̺̰͕̮̻͖͖̮̮̝̞̣̦̹̜̈̉̄́̈́̃́̎̓̓͊̃͌͒̆͝ͅͅ ̶̨̡̡̨͚͈̱͖͉͔͓̮͎̬̱̭̞̩͔̙̻̮̠͕̗̬̥̬̖̝̏̂ẅ̴̘̦̻̦̮̮̣̖̖͔͙̫́͆̋̏͌̆͆̽̈́͌́̐̋̔̆̑̽͒͒̇̋̊̈́͛̕͝o̸̧̮̯̱̟̺̞͕̳̤̼̖̬̙͙̬͎̪̫̟̭̖͖̣̰̖̗̓͜͜ͅṇ̵̡͓͈͍̭͚̜͇̙̙̩̱̭̖͕̻̯͊́͠͝ͅ,̸̧̧̧̡̛̟͉̣̺̝̭̬̜̺͓͚͎̟̠̦̠̰͉̗͙͌͌̈̆̓͆̂̏͊͑̓͆̕͝ͅ ̸̢̡̰͇̱̤͙̫͔̤̼̯̯̞͈̳͌͊̇̿̐͊͒̌̅̐̕͘͝͠ͅw̷̮̺͕̲̖̻̝̒͌͌̈̈́͋̈́̈́́̇̃͆̿́̉̄̔͘͘͝͝e̶̛̛̺͕͔̹͋̔̋̐̌͆̽͊̃͝ ̸̨̡̹̜̪̪̭̠̺̣͇̳̻̦̍͋̇̂̔̏̒̊̾͊͜ͅͅr̴̨̢̢̳͈̲̻̥̼͕͎̭̱̰̯͈̩͉͈͖͈̰̣͉̜͈͈̭̤̅̋̓͊̆̌͒͋͊͐̌͗͒̈̂̉̃̓̐̿̌͂̓̚̚̚͠͝ẽ̷̤t̷̢̻̞͈͚͍̫͍͔̭͉̳͈̙̤̼̳̪̎̀̎̔͛͂͆͛͋͐̿̀̿̌̽̕͜͠͝͝ú̶̧̢̲̜̥̗͔̼͍͍̠̫̱͔̮̣̦͉̻̼̤̲͆̎̍̐͂̀̈̄̈́͛̆̎̏̈͜͜ͅr̶̨̧̡̨̡̧̡̛͖̟̙͉̙͕̦͓̲̼̲̙̹̟̠͙̻̤̺̊̈́̂̾̐̓̈́͂̄͗̂̑̊̍͒̆̃͐̚̕͘ͅn̶̨̨̛̮͍̟͎͍̲̗͖̙̬̻̮̘͕͈̤͐͑̃̓̓͋͂̂̆̈́̽͛̋̓͋̾͑͊͂̈̽̓͝͝ ̴̧̧̫̙̬͈̖̤̙̙͔͉̩̮̖͍͙̘̥̱̯̤̃̿̓̄͑̓̌͐̈́͒̉̿͂͋̓̏̿̔̆̍͋ͅt̸̻̼͉̲̰͇̗̩̬̥̋̀̌͂̀̆̈̏͋̍̿̑̿̒̑͘̕͠͠͠͝ơ̵͉̯̱̻̖͔͈̇͐̂̊̃̽̊̎̓̍͒̆͛́͐̄̕͘̕͠͝͠͝͠ ̷̧̛̛̛̭̪̞̺͗̂̿̋̽͊̈́̒̌̌̊̌͐̔͆̅̋͂̐̈́̂̓͠r̵̰͍̲̤̜̘͕͇̤̭͒̑͐́̕͠ͅȩ̸̛̫̖̣̇̉̋͐͊̒͗̌̊͛̈́͂́̎͆̑͂͌̕͘̕͜s̶͎̩̪̤̅̉͆̓̍̃̽͌̃̒̄̓̅͋͌͑̔́̿̎̌̌͆͘̚̕t̶̡̧̺̠̤͓̞̻͈͓̭̖̙̲̙̊͂́͆̋̆̂̀͒́͝ͅͅ,̸͕̜̣̰͕̳̈͆͘ ̴̧̢̡̛͕͙̖͍͙̱͚̻̣̦̺̫̬͊̄̏̾̅̅̒̅͑̀͐̽̈́̾̐͛̀͑̄̔̿͑͘͘͝͝r̸̨̢̪̪̼̭̝̦̠͔̞̣̯̥̠͙̭̬̳͍̹͔͈̘̖̩̃͋͛̉ͅȅ̴̺̌̈̋̅̏̾̒͂̽͋̏̍̒̈́͊̈́͛̾̐͋̚̕͘̕͝ą̷̜͈̜͖͉̭̤̬̞̗̪͙̫̖͎̳͎͎͍̱̞̯̺͍̠̰̙̀͌̅̀̃̒͘̕͘͝ḑ̶̡̢̡̢̨̛͖̠̝̘̖̞͇̻̠̜̯̖͖̼̦̳̠̥̑̍͒̐͛͐͛̈́͘̕͝y̶̙͕͖̝̔̃̂͑̒͆̊̽͂̈́̈́̃̓̃͑͘͝͠ ̴̡͍͇̬̪̙̭̪̮̫̒́̇͌̈́̈́̈́̊̿̌͑͆͋̏̑̈́͑̋͘͘͜͝w̸̖̮̰̺͕̪͕͇̙̄̅̈́͂͐̑̃̋͛̆̇͗̈́̍̀͘͝͠h̸̛̤̻̬̦̗̻̅̏̊͋̉̓͐̿̔̏͑͊̐̆͊̈́͘̕̕͝e̵̢̡̛̖̳̮̯̭̝̯̗̗͓͔̳̥̻̗̭̪̩͚͗͌͂͊̂̈́̎̉̄́̅̔̌̅̄̑̚͜͝n̷̖̥̙̭͉̺̹͖̳̮̝̟̥͖͕̗̤̣̪͙̗͖̈́̿̒͆̈̾̽̈̊͌͗͑̌͛̐̋̂̚͘͘͜͠͝ ̶̧̨̢̛̬͕̹̬͎͉̞̹̙̭̗͙̮̙͔̦͎̬͚̱̣̰̪͜͝ͅt̷̢̨̛͙͕̙̠͖̜̥̫͈̫͕͓̥̼̮͈̖̞̯͕̩̖͖̋̂́̊̂̆̃ͅh̸̢̢̢̯̲̤̖̟͖͓̫͈̠̟̼́̾̏͆͗͐̐̋͘͝ͅe̶̬̖͒̆͛̿̇̿͑͐͂͛̏͆̋̆̏̉͛̏̏͒̀̕͘ ̷̡̘͕͖͚̼̭͓̮̭͉̾͂̓͒̈̏̌̉̏̕͜͝͝͝p̶̧̢̧̡͖̫͇͈̮̣͈̟͇̮̳̟̺͔̘̤̩̲̮͔̱̦̣͖̋̊̈́͗̎͗͋̍͊͛̓͛̿̅̓͌͘̚̕͝͝͠l̸̨̹̳͔̖͇͇̳͓̯̙̮̞̠̯̦̟̰̯̤͜͠a̴̡̨̛̛̻͔̘͔͉̙̹͉̺̙̘͉͙̪͖͉͍͇̠̿̾̓̈͊̒͗͆̔̊̿̂̑̈́͗̕͠n̷͖̙̣̞̳̱̭̰͎͆͐̔̈͆̇͆̓ͅẽ̷̡̙̬̠̞̳̟̳̬̭̼̪̠̩̄̐̉ṭ̵̨̢̢̟̹̘̤̠͎̲̬͔͍̦͇͈̳̬̳͉̠̻̯̲̗̖͔̻̻̉͆̂͛̿͆̀͐̅͆͌̔̆̀̋̽̈́̏̄͝͝s̵̝͉̯̻̯͓̗̯̜͍̟͌̆̈̇̿͋͊̕ ̶̢̨̡̧̰͔͇̳̪̝̹̺̱̦̳̪̭̟̺̲̯̹͓̺̹͉̒̈͗̏̈́̇̋̓̆̔͋͒̐̋͌̅̄͒̈͊̉̏̾͘̕̕͜͝ͅa̸͓͖̓͌̾̆̏̂̎͆͝l̸̢̨̙̟̖̱͔̩̙͇̦̎͊͆i̶̡̥͕͖͇̓̽̇̑̓̆̒͑g̸̢͎̳̳̩̣̰̯̠̠̣̯͖͎̈́͛̒̂̃̾̃͛͑͂͐͘͝͝n̸̹̎̃̏̅̏ͅ ̶̛̘̞̈́̿̽̄̂͋̐̾̕͝ȏ̸̧̧̢̝͇̥̙̯͖̝̣̫̪̼̊̐͊̂͛͆͊̏̄̊̃̒͂̅̓̿̒͂ṅ̵̡̡̧͍̣̲̲͇̥̙̝̬̪̘͙̻̥̳̩̹̻̻͗̿̽͒͆͋̊̈͐̊̀͒̄͑̀̉̏̄̈̃̾̃͊̕̚͝͝c̷̨͍̞̙͕̖̱̥̖̫̺̳̰͉̯̦̯̗͖̩̫̘̗̄̐͂͆̓͠e̷̛̖̝̺͕͔͙̦̋̃̾͂̇͌̉̂̔̂̌̍̈́̈́̈́͆̍̿͛͗͊͘̚͝͝ͅͅ ̵̢͇̹̯̱̮̦͇͙͇̄̓͑̋̎͌ͅm̸̧͉̫͙̥͇̯̃̄͂̓̌̈́̅͂̿͒̀̆̾͐̈͆̔͋͆̚͘͘̚ơ̴̢̨͙̤͚̩̝̰̙̹̜͓̙̜̦̭̘̺̆͂͊r̸͉̖͎̭̻͙͎̻͈͓̟̭͎̈́̆̃̈́̈́͂͘͠ͅͅę̷̧̞̝͎͈͖͖͚̮̙̣̰̮̳͚̜̞̖̉̇͒̽̇̔̇͆̈́̐̒͆̎͂̓̐̇̎͆̈́̍̚̚̕ͅ

(They turn into shambling mounds, incomprehensible to humans and return to their age old slumber. The scene shifts again to the angry fella from Inside Out. He is in Kansas, but it looks more like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. (So pretty much nothing had changed) Everything that is not on fire is blackened to a crisp)

The Angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (During this sequence everything is burning; they continue to shoot fireballs at each other, completely unaffecting each other. They are both made of fire)

ARS The angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

ARS The angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

ARS The angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

ARS The angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

ARS The angry fella from Inside out: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(The scene shifts to the Younger household again. The Shoggoth, Travis, Walter, Ruth, Beneatha and ARS Dr. What are gathered around the dinner table after a “successful” mission and averted disaster. Though it has only been a few seconds in the current time, it has been a few days for them)

ARS Dr. What: I regret that this mission ended this way. It is regrettable. The angry fella from Inside out still hasn't come back, but we can look for him after if he is still not back. (He takes a screen out of his bag) The official mission report: All of the ARS have been disposed of or otherwise taken care of. T-801 has perished but is a machine and will be back soon. France is gone, good.

Walter: That's a relief, I thought it would have been more difficult. Luckily no flesh and blood people were killed.

Ruth: Thank god for that. (They finish eating their meals and all depart back to where they came. Dr. Why enters and looks upset after seeing that ARS Dr. What has already departed. The Youngers are surprised at the interruption, but they quickly get over it when they see who it is )

Dr. Why: Quickly! That Dr. What is not Dr. What! Chase him down before he gets anywhere!

Ruth: Oh heavens, I’ll get my rifle!

Dr. Why: No time, we tackle him! (they rush out)

Dr. Why: Stop you fiend! (ARS Dr. What does not. Walter throws his boomerang claymore, lopping ARS Dr. What’s head off)

Walter: Now we can rest easy.

Narrator: Or so they thought, but Mr. Lindner had seen it all, and would soon report the murder to the police.

ACT ONE END

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(The scene is set in a courtroom. Walter is on trial for voluntary manslaughter; he is likely to get 40 years, but for a man of his age, it would be life in prison. Mr. Lindner is the primary witness. All of the Lindner family is there, and the courtroom isn't very crowded, but it isn't empty either. Walter has a very inexperienced attorney, though even an experienced one wouldn't help. There is too much evidence against him, and he is Black. The prosecution is a very experienced prosecutor, and Walters fate is all but assured. There is a general clamour in the courtroom, and the trial is about to start. The Judge enters, along with the clerk and bailiff.)

Judge: I call the court to order! (She hits her gavel and the room quiets) The defendant, Walter Lindner is on trial for voluntary manslaughter, 1st degree. On the night of October 16th Walter Linder is accused of beheading a fleeing man, who remains unidentified. What does the defendant plead?

Attorney: My client would like to plead guilty, your honor, on all charges.

Judge: The prosecution may call it's first witness.

Prosecution: We would like to call upon Mr. Lindner.

Judge: Mr. Lindner please come to the stand. (Mr. Lindner walks to the stand)

Prosecution: Could you please describe to the jury what you saw on the night of October 16th?

Mr. Lindner: Well, you see, I was simply going for a nice walk on a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, night, when all of a sudden about 100 yards away I see a man running away from the Younger residence. I, being the watchful, and helpful neighbour I am, start to walk over to see why. Then as I am nearly 80 yards away from the house, I see five others running out after him! They caught up relatively quickly then I see someone, who I now is Mr. Walter Younger, hurl some sort of sword at the individual running away, and shearing his head clear off! Your honor, that is all I have to say.

Judge: Thank you Mr. Lindner, you may return to your seat. (He does)

Judge: Could the jury go deliberate on the verdict?

Lead Jury person: We have already decided, guilty on all charges! (The Youngers let out a groan. They knew this would happen, but seeing it in person brought their misery out in full.)

Judge: Bailiff, escort Mr. Younger to jail, where he will reside for 40 years, or until his death. (Walter seems resigned to his fate, but the rest of the Youngers are upset. The Bailiff escorts Walter out. Scene changes, the remaining Youngers are sitting around a table, discussing what to do next)

Ruth: He all knew that Walter was doing what had to be done, he shouldn't be charged for that! He was just doing what he had to to keep the timeline safe! But these people couldn't possibly understand. Time travel won't be invented for years, no one would believe me! There must be something we can do to get him out of this!

Beneatha: Well… we can travel through time…

Travis: But none of us know how to work the machine! If only Dr. What was here to help, but he recently passed… (Just then, a young boy, around 8 or 9, knocks and enters without waiting for an answer. He is carrying a large stuffed tiger, and has a friendly feel to him.)

Calvin: Hello, my name is Calvin and I heard that my personal hero, Walter Younger was in trouble! Ever since I saw him from my window while travelling, I've wanted to create my own! Alongside my transmorgrifier and duplicator, this is one of my greatest inventions! (The family looks baffled at the young child, claiming to be a time traveller, but at the same time, excited at the prospect of helping Walter.) My time machine is just outside, let's go! (All four, plus the stuffed tiger walk outside, only to see a cardboard box with a time machine scrawled messily onto it. The family is confused, and Calvin is beaming at his creation.)

Ruth: It's… it's a box

Calvin: Fantastic isn't it!

Travis: It's… something.

Calvin: Something fantastic! Everyone pile in! (All four, plus the stuffed tiger pile into the small cardboard box, it is extremely cramped, and everyone but Calvin looks uncomfortable. Calvin presses a few buttons scribbled in marker on the inside the box and they warp into a different time in a puff of smoke.)

ACT TWO, SCENE ONE END

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(The scene shifts, it's 1200, in the Mongol Empire, Calvin goes up to greet his personal friend Gengis Khan)

Gengis: Kalvin, minii naiz, ene saikhan ödör tand tuslakhyn tuld bi yuu khiij chadakh ve?

*Calvin, my friend, what can I do to help you on this fine day?

Calvin: Shorongiin zavsarlagaand tanyg orootsoldokh uu?

*Would you be interested in a prison break?

Gengis: Bi mash ikh sonirkholtoi baisan

*I would be very interested

(Gengis hops into the box with them, it is now very, very crowded. Calvin presses a few more buttons, and the scene changes again, to Paris around 1740. They all fall out of the time machine, more than a bit queasy. Calvin, unfazed, goes up to a nice house and knocks. Once again, he doesn't wait for an answer and barges in, indicating for the rest to follow)

Calvin: Monsieur Rousseau, Monsieur Rousseau, Monsieur Rousseau ou are tu? Whee need you-re helpe avec a prisoeune breake! Please come withe us! (The rest look sceptical at his accent, but when Rousseau emerges and starts to speak, they understand calvin)

Rousseau: Youe fooule… youe insouelente chaild! Ai cannote be summonded like soumee sorte of dogue!

Calvin: Oui Oui Monsieur Rousseau, but, ze personne whee whishe to saive, hee oblitorataid le France!

Rousseau: Bah! Zat wase all youe had tou saye! (Rousseau grabs his coat and Calvin beckons for the group to join him back at the time machine. They exit Rousseau's house, and enter the time machine. The scene changes again, to a more remote part of Africa, around 1610. The group enters a small mansion and is greeted by Queen Nzinga. Benethea looks very excited to connect with her African roots)

Nzinga: Hello Calvin, what aide can I offer to you today?

Calvin: Queen Nzinga, I would dearly appreciate it if you could aide us in a prison break out! My dear friend Walter has been imprisoned for doing his duty! I would appreciate it very much if you could help us!

Nzinga: Of course! I am honored you chose me to help, but first, rest up here in my mansion, we can leave tomorrow!

Beneatha: That sounds like a great idea! Mrs. Nzinga, could I talk to you about a few things for a bit?

Nzinga: Of course, come with me to my study! (The two of them walk off talking, Benethea is very excited. The next day after they have all rested up, the group made up of Calvin, Ruth, Beneatha, Travis, Gengis Khan, Jean Jaques Rousseau, and queen Nzinga pile into a large cardboard box. Calvin presses a few buttons and the scene shifts again, to India, around 1910, during a peace protest. Calvin quickly identifies a man near the front of the crowd and walks over to him.)

Calvin: My good friend Gandhi, would you be interested in helping me with something?

Gandhi: Im… not quite sure. Calvin, a few of the things I've “Helped” you with have been extremely explosive in one way or another!

Calvin: This shouldn't be like that! We’re freeing someone who was wrongly imprisoned.

Gandhi: Tell me more…

Calvin: He killed an imposter who was trying to mess up the timeline! And anyway, the imposter was a mass murderer!

Gandhi: I'm hesitant, but I will help. (He walks away from the protest with Calvin, back towards the group standing near the time machine.)

Calvin: One last stop!

Ruth: How will we all fit? There was barely enough room for 7, now we need to fit 9?

Calvin: Yes, get in. (At this, everyone else lets out a loud sigh, but gets in. It is now comically cramped, but they fit. Calvin presses a few more buttons, and the scene changes again, again to France, around 1820. Another large house looms before them, and Calvin knocks and enters without waiting for an answer. Voltaire sits inside, surrounded by coffee cups piling up around him as he writes. As the group enters, a maid brings him another cup, which he downs in seconds.)

Calvin: Monsieur Voltaire! We are in need of your aide! A dear friend of mine was wrongly imprisoned and we need your help to save him!

Voltaire: I am busy, I must finish this piece before the month ends!

Calvin: I'll bring you an even better coffee machine, it produces twice as much from the same amount of beans!

Voltaire: You sun of a gun, I am in! Let me quickly grab a few things, I shall return! (Voltaire dashes out of the room, and comes back a few seconds later carrying a coffee machine and several cups.)

Calvin: Let's go everyone, it's time to free Walter! (Everyone gets in the time machine, it is extremely difficult to do. They spend a while arguing about how to fit everyone, and eventually fit everyone. They are packed like sardines. The scene shifts again, this time to Calvin's house.)

Calvin: Everyone, come with me, we're gonna get suited up!

Ruth: Why? Shouldn't this be non-confrontational?

Calvin: Hope for the best, plan to have fun! (As he says this he hands an illegal sawed off shotgun to Rousseau.) For you, mon ami.

Rousseau: Bah! Whate iz thise?

Calvin: It is similar to your rifles, but imagine a bunch of them strapped together, then condensed. (Rousseau looks delighted. Calvin looks at Gengis but sees he already has a spear and sword strapped to his back. Queen Nzinga has the same.) Gandhi, what do you need?

Gandhi: All I need is inner peace, but if it comes to blows I will defend myself with my hands. I require no weapons.

Calvin: Aright (he hands Volotaire a pair of brass knuckles. Voltaire accepts them and tries them on.) And for the Youngers?

Travis: We all still have our high tech weapons with us. (As he says this he shows Calvin the Pistols, and Ruth and Beneatha motion towards their rifles.)

Calvin: So, here's the plan. (He lays out blueprints and points to a few things, and starts to talk as the curtains close.)

ACT TWO, SCENE TWO END

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Calvin: If that's all out of the way, then let's go! (He runs towards the door, grabbing a sack of supplies, and motioning for the others to follow.)

Rousseau: Ohe boye, here whee goe. (The others follow Calvin out. Calvin is waiting in the time machine, and everyone piles in, causing much discomfort in the process. The scene shifts around, and now they are standing outside a Federal prison, during the nighttime. Everyone is stretching after being cramped so hard. A Shoggoth is there, likely the same one from act one. It does not speak for fear of making those from the past go insane.)

Calvin: What is this?!(Said extremely exitendly.)

Ruth:(Quickly) This is a Shoggoth, they are also time travellers. They are the keepers of the timeline. If I had to guess, I would say that it is here because of how much we've taken from around time! (The Shoggoth nods visibly) I would also say that it would be best if we got these people back to their homes sooner rather than later! (As she says this, the Shoggoth turns into a rambling mound of shapes, gradually becoming more and more clear until there is nothing left, similar to the first act.)

Calvin: Whatever that was, I want to meet it again! That was AWESOME!

Ruth and Benethea, together: You most certainly do not!

Calvin: Whatever, you do you, and I'll do me.

Travis: Either way, it sounds like we have a time limit, so let's get going!

Calvin: Agreed! Does everyone know their job?

Everyone together: You gave everyone the same job!

Beneatha: All you said was to, and I quote, “Go in and find Walter, and try not to kill anyone”! How is that a plan!

Calvin: I planned it out didn't I? (He sticks his tongue out at her.)

Beneatha: Whatever kid, let's go save Walter. (The rest nod in agreement, trying to get this over with as fast as possible. As they walk towards the walls of the prison, Calvin pulls out some rope with a hook at the end that he tries to toss over the wall. After a few misses, Travis takes it)

Travis: Here, let me try. (He makes it over on the first attempt.)

Calvin: Thank you. (They all climb over. As they crest the wall, they see a typical jail courtyard, no one is in it, it is 2 AM. Searchlights sweep the courtyard. They are cautious, they don't want to be caught. As they sneak over the wall and are inside the jail, a searchlight spots them, and the alarm goes off. Guards start to swarm into the courtyard, and our group starts to run away. Gandhi slows down and turns around.)

Gandhi: I'll hold them off, I swore that I would become a pacifist after what I did to those people, but for a friend, I shall unleash the twin beasts of “pacifism”. (As he says this, Gandhi’s shirt rips apart and his extremely large muscles glisten. He jumps into the group of nearly 20 guards, and with a flurry of punches takes them all on at once, stalling the group. The rest of the group, except Calvin looks at Gandhi in disbelief. After a brief delay, they move on.)

Travis: We’re almost inside the building. Let's keep moving. (They enter the building. Inside of the building, prisoners are waking up from the commotion. With the lights coming on, people start to recognize the figures, as well as the fact that they shouldn't be alive. The group runs down the hallway, but another group of guards rounds the corner. Voltaire, drunk on coffee, jumps into them. He knocks out two immediately and dives into the crowd. Lots of shouting ensues, but it looks like he means to fight. The rest of the group moves forward into the prison. Just then, Rousseau gets Shot in the leg. Nzinga Helps him up.)

Nzinga: Go help Walter! I will help Rousseau back to the time machine!

Gengis: Bi tedniig khamgaalakh bolno!

*I will protect them! (All that's left of the group is Ruth, Travis, Beneatha and Calvin, still carrying his stuffed tiger. They continue on and see Walter in his cell.)
Ruth: I see him! Walter! Walter! Get ready to go! (They continue to sprint towards his cell, and Walter see’s them and gets ready to go. When they get there, they put a small explosive on the cell door, and back away. The door explodes and Walter is let free.)

Travis: Come on, let's go!

Walter: Thank you all for busting me out of there! I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in that cell!

Ruth: We aren't out of the woods yet! WE still need to get out of this building!

Walter: Right, let's go! (They run out of the building being chased by guards. As they reach the outside of the building, a group of prison guards block their path. Calvin throws his stuffed tiger at the guards.)

Calvin: HHOOOOOBBBBBBBBEEEEESSSS HELP! (Transforming midair, the stuffed Tiger Hobbes turns into a massive, real, live tiger. Mauling the guards non lethally he knocks them to the ground. Then, to everyone's surprise he speaks, causing all of the Youngers to jump.)

Hobbes: Calvin, I was wondering when you would call for me!

Calvin: Sorry buddy, I was just waiting for the right time!

Hobbes: Glad to know I could be at least some help! But seriously, why wait so long? (Calvin ignores the questions and beckons for the Younger family to follow. Still recovering from their shok, the Youngers start to run towards the exit. As they approach the wall where the rope was, they find it is gone!)

Walter: How do we escape?

Beneatha: There was supposed to be a rope here!

Walter: There isn't now! What do we do?

Calvin: Hobbes might be able to help? Could you jump us over the fence?

Hobbes: No way! That's 20 feet high and topped with barbed wire! (As they talk, they start to get surrounded by guards. There is no hope of escape for them, and they are getting ready to give up.)
Lead guard: Give up! Were not quite sure why you've come to break Walter Younger out, but it wont work! We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Give up now and the sentence on all of you might be lightened.

Calvin: (Quietly) What do we do now? (Nudging Hobbes)

Hobbes: (Quietly) give up?

Ruth: We will give ourselves up, please don't shoot!

Lead Guard: Good, now, men go and handcuff them. (As he says this a few guards walk up to the Youngers and Calvin to handcuff them, but are too afraid to approach Hobbes. Hobbes growls a bit and stands protectively near Calvin, and the guards move away from them.)

Calvin: NOW WOULD BE A REALLY GOOD TIME FOR A RESCUE. (The guards all laugh at him and move to handcuff the Youngers.)

Lead Guard: Nice try, but I hardly think that will wo- (As he says this, a 14th century cannon rips through the wall behind them, revealing a beat up Gandhi and Voltaire standing at the ready, with Nzinga and Gengis manning an old cannon. Rousseau lies unconscious and bleeding out in Calvin’s time machine.)

Gandhi: Come on, we will cover your retreat! (The Youngers shove off the people trying to handcuff them and run out of the hole, followed closely by Calvin and Hobbes. They all make it out, when Gengis and Nzinga roll the cannon out in front of the hole to make sure no one will follow. )

Walter: (As they run away from the prison to the time machine, which has been moved a few hundred yards away from the outer wall.) How many people came to help bust me out? And why go through all the effort and risk just to save me? You all could have been imprisoned, or worse…

Beneatha: Family is family, and we need to stick together. Plus, you were only doing what you had to when you killed ARS Dr. What. He was evil, and you were in the right. We simply couldn't make the court understand without revealing our time travelling device! And then this little kid came along, Calvin is his name by the way, (Calvin beams at Walter upon hearing his name) and said that you were his personal hero. So then he tells us all about how he wants to break you out of Prison in HIS own time machine.

Ruth: At first we were a little sceptical when we saw it, and well… you'll see soon enough why that is.

Walter: It's gotta be pretty impressive if a grade schooler built it!

Travis: Wellllll…

Walter: (Upon seeing the letters “Time Machine” messily scrawled onto a cardboard box, blurts out.) THAT is the time machine? Ahahahahahahaha, you have got to be kidding me! It's a funny joke, but where is it actually? Is it some sort of handheld hidden in the box? No time for funny business, we need to scram! (Calvin seems a little hurt at having his personal hero insult his invention, but he shrugs it off quickly.)

Calvin: Alright everybody, pile in! (They go through the sequence of having everybody crammed into the box, it is very, very tight, and people are sitting in others laps. Calvin pushes a few buttons, and to Walters' disbelief they actually time travel, escaping the prison with everyone intact.)

Narrator: Or so they thought, but Calvins time machine had malfunctioned, and they had gone too far back. Now, stranded in the Mesazoic era, the Youngers and their allies must try to survive the age of dinosaurs while Calvin fixes his machine.

ACT 2 END

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(As the curtain opens, the time machine is smoking and blackened. All of its occupants look queasy, and Benethea and Rousseau hobble over to some bushes to vomit into. After the characters look around, it is revealed that they are in a large, sprawling jungle. A smoking volcano in the background has molten lava dribbling out of it. Instead of birds flying in the sky, huge creatures soar around.)

Walter: Where are we? I don't think that this is in 1960, or even within millions of years of it! Calvin, where did your machine take us?!

Calvin: Although the time machine is completely broken, I think that we are in the mesozoic period! The pteranodons are a dead giveaway of that, not to mention the Brachiosaurus footprints!( The group looks and notices that there are indeed large footprints.) In addition, the climate and bugs are all from the mesozoic. Since we know where we are, now all we need to do is fix our time machine to get back! (The whole group looks at the time machine, then back to Calvin. The full reality of their situation dawns on them, and they realize that their only chance of getting back to their respective time periods lies with a psychotic 9 year old obsessed with dinosaurs, and his ability to fix his cardboard box of a time machine. They all sigh and shake their heads, almost resigned to their fate.)

Travis: I guess the first order of business is to make a camp somewhere while we focus on getting back. (Everyone nods their head, except Rousseau who is still vomiting.)

Ruth: How about everyone pairs up with someone else, and we all go check for a nice clearing to make camp.

Calvin: Sounds good to me! I'll pair up with Walter! (Walter doesn't object, but he doesn't seem too happy.)

Benethea: I think me and Nzinga should go together. (Nzinga nods her approval.)

Ruth: I'll go with Travis.

Travis: Yes please.

Voltaire: I shall stay here with Monsieur Rousseau, he cannot yet walk and needs to be guarded.

Rousseau: Ah yaise, ai aime bleedaing vairye muche. (He passes out from blood loss.)

Genghis:Bi gantsaaraa yavj bolno

*I can go alone

Ruth: Great, let's all go check, and meet back here before dark! If you ever get lost just shout, and don't travel too far from here. (They all set off in different directions, except Rousseau and Voltaire. As the day goes on, no one needs any help, and they all meet up before dark that night. They seem weary, and both Genghis and Walter have blood on their clothes.)

Ruth: What did everyone find? Let's all share.

Voltaire: Before we start, I would like to tell everyone that I am afraid that Rousseau may not make it much longer. He is losing much blood and has been unconscious today more often than not!

Calvin: One of our first steps should be making medicine or bandages for him, and finding some way to cleanse the wound. (Everyone nods in agreement, no one wants to see Rousseau die.) So anyways did anyone find anything interesting? (After a few moments of silence, no one answers.) Ok then I'll go! We found a river with seemingly clean water, but no good place to set camp. Anyone else want to share now?

Nzinga: I will go now. Me and Benethea found a small clearing, but not big enough for all of us to live comfortably, as well as a small stream with drinkable water.

Beneatha: Don't forget the lake! We also found a small lake, though it looks to be unclear, and we saw some large creatures with spikes on their back and they didn't seem too interested in us.

Calvin: Sounds like a stegosaur, they are herbivores, but still very aggressive.

Beneatha: (Confused) Uhh… sure.

Ruth: Me and Travis found a clearing large enough for all of us, but some great creature currently sleeps there!

Travis: A T-rex!

Walter: We have weapons, don't we? I would think this is a problem with a more than obvious solution.

Ruth: They don't work, they all got destroyed during the landing!

Walter: Mine didn't, but it's almost out of battery. I can shoot it maybe two or three more times before it becomes useless.

Calvin: I'm not sure how helpful it would be against a T-Rex, but Genghis has his weapons, and Voltaire has brass knuckles.

Voltaire: Rousseau also has a shotgun, but he's in no condition to use it.

Rousseau: I'm getting better! (He passes out again.)

Voltaire: He is most definitely not getting better.

Calvin: I'm not quite sure what we’ll be able to do with nothing but a sword, a spear, brass knuckles and a shotgun, but the plasma rifle will definitely be helpful. (He motions to the plasma rifle.)
Walter: This will work, I've just gotta get it in one shot!

Ruth: Alright, let's go, if we're going to be here for a while, we might as well find a good place to live!

Calvin: Lets go get this T-rex! (The group exits and follows Ruth and Travis to the clearing. A sleeping T-rex is there. It is huge, and everyone is a bit frightful of it. Walter takes aim with his rifle, and unleashes a bolt. It pierces the thick scales of the T-rex, killing it instantly, as well as painlessly. The group lets out a cheer as they go to the body. Walter uses the last shot of his rifle to shoot it through the head, making sure it is dead.)

Walter: Know that this clearing is ours, it's time we made camp! (It is almost dark again, so they hastily make a few shelters out of leaves and sticks and such. Night falls and they go to sleep.)

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Narrator: 10 years later, the Youngers and company are still stuck in the Mesozoic period. (As the curtain rises, the same clearing as before is shown, but many changes have been made to it. Larger, better living conditions such as functional houses dot the clearing. There are many modern commodities within it, but comically made out of sticks, stones, and leaves. Some examples are aqueducts made of bamboo, automating running water throughout the camp. Another is an irrigation system for growing fruits and vegetables. Yet another is a workshop area where Calvin and Walter currently work. For Voltaire, a coffee machine made out of sticks and vines. Beneatha, Ruth and Voltaire are gardening and getting plants. Rousseau and Gengis Khan are nowhere to be found, but they are hunting. There is a small, marked grave for Ghandi, who died protecting the group from an allosaurus. Queen Nzinga and Travis are preparing food by cutting up meat. Everyone in the group looks older, and worse for wear, except Calvin and Travis, who both inexplicably look the exact same as they did 10 years ago before they crash landed in the Mesozoic, but with stubble.)

Walter: (Addressing Calvin) It's been 10 long years since we got here, and we still haven't made any progress getting home! I fear that we might be stuck here forever!

Calvin: Have faith, Walter. We have made progress, though it has been slow.

Walter: I still don't understand how it worked in the first place, but it stranded us here!

Calvin: At this point, I don't really understand either. It made perfect sense as a kid, but as I grow older I am beginning to think I was never qualified to be a time traveller.

Ruth: I think that too!

Calvin: I heard that! (Everyone lets out a giggle)

Ruth: I just don't know what I'll do if we have to stay here for the rest of our lives! I want to go back to Chicago! (Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan come out of the jungle, and look surprised to see anyone in the clearing. As they look around, they see the Youngers as well as the historical figures in the clearing.)

Bill: Like, Wooooah, what are you guys doing here?

Theodore: You guys really shouldn't be out here unarmed, it's like uber dangerous bro!

Bill: Do yall need a ride back to like, the 60s or whatever? (Everyone is dumbstruck at the sudden appearance of the two time travellers.)

Walter: What? What are you guys doing here? Nevermind that, please take us home! We've been stuck here for nearly 10 years! We were all beginning to think we would never get back to our own times!

Bill: That like, really sucks bro.

Theodore: We can like, give you a ride or something! Being here for that long must really, really suck!

Bill: Why didn't you just like, radio for help?

Beneatha: A question that stupid doesnt even deserve an answer, but ill tell you anyways! WE HAVE NO SERVICE! WHO WOULD WE POSSIBLY RADIO???

Bill: That, like, totally sucks!

Walter: Let's all go back to our own times, and never time travel again!

Ruth: Agreed! (Everyone else nods, except Calvin, who is a little excited at the prospect of being stranded in time once again.)

Walter: Lets not forget Gengis and Rousseau! They are out hunting for us, and we can't just leave them here!

Theodore: Alright, pack your things while we wait! (The group starts moving around and collecting their things, almost as if in a daze. Their decade long problem had been solved by two time traveling 90s kids, and no one really knew how to feel. As Gengis and Rousseau return and the situation is explained to them, they shout in glee and pack their things. The group all exit to Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan’s time machine. A quick montage shows all of the people sharing teary goodbyes. They had all become friends over the ten years, and knew they couldnt see eachother again)

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(The scene is once again set in the new Younger home.)

Narrator: Travis went on one final trip to 2011, and has become obsessed with the movie Rango (2011). (Travis is shown writing on a modern computer, despite still being in the 60s. He also has a modern television playing the movie at the same time.) The following is what he wrote;

Rango is a movie about a lizard being thrown into an unfamiliar situation, and taking on a false identity as a badass sheriff, which slowly becomes true over the movie. When he first arrives in the town of Dirt, a small town populated by desert animals, he makes up a story about how he is an amazing gunslinger from the far west, and creating a reputation for himself when he accidentally kills a bird that had been terrorising the town. After a drought, followed by the robbing of the water bank by moles, Rango leads a party to moletown. In moletown, after a chase through a canyon, it is revealed that there is no water left. The group returns to Dirt empty handed, only to find out the mayor had been stealing the water the whole time alongside Rattlesnake Jake. Rango confronts them as the sheriff, but is revealed as a fraud and chased out of town. In the desert, he meets the Spirit of the West (Clint Eastwood) who tells him he can make his own destiny. Rango then returns to town and with the help of the mole people beat Rattlesnake Jake and the mayor, saving the town and becoming a hero. In this essay, I will explain how the character design, character development/plot, and setting make Rango one of the best movies ever made.

To begin with, the character design in Rango takes on two main forms, the realistic animals as a whole, and each individual character. First, all of the characters in the movie make a beautiful setting, with all of the characters being desert animals. Every single character in the movie, except one is shown as a desert animal, and they each represent something, such as the chameleon, Rango. Rango shifts colors, but early in the movie it is shown that he cannot blend in, showing his identity crisis, and how he doesn't really fit in with any group. Another example of this is Rattlesnake Jake, the gunslinger. He is a sneaky individual, and takes hostages to win fights, showing his underhanded tactics and snakelike nature. Second, each individual character’s outfit and physical features make each character feel unique, and like a movie could be made about each one, because they simply have so much personality. A fantastic example of this is the brave chicken with an arrow through his eye. So much could be said about this character, why does he have an arrow in his eye? Why is he featherless? When asked about it, why does he call it tendinitis? One simple background character with only three lines of dialogue provokes much thought and interest in him and his story. Another perfect example is native American crow. Even with very few lines, he makes such a memorable character, both through his actions and through his words. He seems to be a native, but he also has knowledge about many things, as well as a sense of humor. These two characters both exemplify why the character design as individuals make Rango such a fantastic movie.

Second, the character development throughout the movie as shown through Rango, is in my opinion one of the best in all of cinema. Rango starts out the movie as a sheltered house pet, and as the movie goes on he changes further and further. When he first comes into Dirt, he realises that since no one knows, he can become whatever he wants to. Rango decides to completely lie, and says he is a badass sheriff from the far west. When he says this he is lying through his teeth, but no one calls his bluff, further sending him into his fantasies. Later in the movie, when the water bank is robbed, he steps up as a sheriff to go return it, despite being mostly useless, and showing that he cares for the people of Dirt and wants to help them, despite being extremely selfish earlier in the movie. This shows character development through actions, and how he takes a fake personality and turns it into a real one. Later in the movie, the first time he is confronted by Rattlesnake Jake, he runs away and is revealed as a fraud, setting his character back and grounding him back in the reality that he is not an amazing sheriff, but rather a helpless chameleon in this wild world. After meeting the Spirit of the West, he realises that the fake personality he set up doesn't have to be fake, and comes back to fight Jake and prove he is who he said he is. Seeing his development from a pretend badass to a real one over the course of the movie is yet another reason Rango is a cinematic masterpiece.

Finally, the setting in Rango is yet another reason this movie is so fantastic. The three main settings in the movie are the desert, the town, and the mole canyon, and each and every one of them are unique and serve their purpose perfectly. To begin with, the desert shows how inferior all of the characters are to nature, and puts in perspective how lost the characters are at times. An example of this is at the beginning of the movie where Rango is lost in the desert, with the massive cacti looming over him, almost like bullies, showing him how inferior and insignificant he is. This set is perfect for this, as he has just lost his home and has become a wanderer. The second main set is the town of Dirt. It is the perfect scene for demonstrating how Rango changes, and it's townspeople as well. It starts off unwelcoming and dirty, and using grey and brown color schemes, which is how Rango perceives it. But as he comes back to it later in the movie as it's savior, it's colors change to be more red and lighter brown, showing how it is a “home base” of sorts to Rango. The final scenery in this movie is the canyon of the moles. The canyon itself is winding, with high walls. There are nooks, crannies, and holes throughout the walls, showing how nothing is really certain in that canyon. As the heroes get chased through the canyon, more and more of it is revealed, but they are never shown rounding the final corner, which really shows how unpredictable it is.

To conclude, Rango is a cinematic masterpiece for three main reasons; it's impeccable character design, it's creative character development, and it's ingenious background design. All in all, there are so many things in Rango that make it a great movie, but these three are the most important.

Travis finishes writing his essay, and is very proud of himself. He puts it on his desk.)

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