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The Astounding Adventures of Super Critic and Cynic Boy!
by Mike Barber - March 26, 2001 12:00 AM
INT. SUPER CRITIC's secret headquarters somewhere in Television City.
SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY are sitting in recliners watching television.
SUPER CRITIC Dreadful, absolutely dreadful...
CYNIC BOY ... and to think, Geena Davis actually had a promising career!
SUPER CRITIC So sad. So sad... but Geena's got to pay the bills, I guess...
Right at that moment the HOTLINE buzzes.
CYNIC BOY The hotline!
SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY run to the hotline and put the COMMISSIONER on the speaker phone.
SUPER CRITIC Commissioner!
COMMISSIONER Super critic, we have a situation!
SUPER CRITIC What's the problem?
COMMISSIONER It's John Lithgow... he's overacting again!
CYNIC BOY Lithgow! Talk about being in between a rock and a hard place!
SUPER CRITIC shoots CYNIC BOY a disapproving glare.
CYNIC BOY Sorry boss, I couldn't resist.
SUPER CRITIC Commissioner, we're on our way! Cynic Boy, to the Criticmobile!
SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY run to the Criticmobile, jump in, and race off to a taping of 3rd Rock From the Sun.
INT. TELEVISION STUDIO. - JOHN LITHGOW is gesturing wildly while swinging around a GIANT RUBBER CHICKEN. Several staff members and security men are unsuccessfully attempting to restrain him. Each time someone gets close to him, LITHGOW pummels them with the CHICKEN, forcing their retreat.
LITHGOW (wild-eyed) NO ONE CAN HAVE MY CHICKEN! IT IS MY LOVER! MY FRIEND! MY CONFIDANTE! THE CHICKEN, YOU WILL NEVER POSSESS HER! NEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEER!
Right at that moment, SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY run in the studio. The others back away, to let them defuse the situation. They approach slowly as not to spook LITHGOW.
SUPER CRITIC Lithgow!
LITHGOW WELL, WELL, WELL, IF IT ISN'T SUPER CRITIC AND HIS BILE-SPEWING SIDEKICK, CYNIC BOY!
SUPER CRITIC Put the chicken down, Lithgow!
LITHGOW NEEEEEEEVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEERRRRRR!
CYNIC BOY It's for your own good!
LITHGOW clutches the chicken close to his body and begins stroking it.
LITHGOW YOU CAN NEVER POSSESS HER OR HER MAGICAL POWERS!
CYNIC BOY (to Super Critic) Magical powers? He's off his Rocker!
SUPER CRITIC shoots CYNIC BOY a disapproving glare.
CYNIC BOY Sorry boss. What'll we do?
SUPER CRITIC Pepper spray.
SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY both pull out pepper spray from their belts and spray LITHGOW's eyes.
LITHGOW MY EYES! ARRRRRRGGGGHHH! IT BUUUUUUUURNS! IT BUUUURRRRRRNNNNSSSSS!
LITHGOW crumples in a heap.
SUPER CRITIC (to the 3rd Rock staff) Take him away...
CYNIC BOY It's so sad to see a man with his talent piss it away like that, Boss.
SUPER CRITIC Some actors are made of sterner stuff, chum. Lithgow couldn't handle the pressure. But hopefully a stay at the Spelling Asylum will quiet the demon that rages inside him.
CYNIC BOY And if it doesn't?
SUPER CRITIC In these modern times, old chum, either everything is a moral question or there are no moral questions. Nowadays, there are no compromises... or there are only compromises. Never influenced, we shall keep our vigil. We will never let up. We will never surrender. We will always be watching.
CYNIC BOY Uh, Boss? You lost me there...
Right at that moment, SUPER CRITIC's wrist-watch communicator begins beeping.
CYNIC BOY The Commissioner!
SUPER CRITIC (to communicator) Yes?
COMMISSIONER Super Critic, one of our sources just informed us that David E. Kelley is planning to do another crossover episode!
CYNIC BOY Crossover episode? Talk about overusing a practice!
SUPER CRITIC looks over at CYNIC BOY.
CYNIC BOY Sorry.
SUPER CRITIC We'll get right on it, Commissioner... Super Critic out.
CYNIC BOY Time to visit our old friend David?
SUPER CRITIC Indeed it is old chum. Indeed it is...
INT. DAVID E. KELLEY'S LAB. - KELLEY is working at a computer when an ALARM goes off.
KELLEY (to a man in the shadows) Ah, visitors... see that they come to me undisturbed....
Moments later SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY enter the lab.
KELLEY Welcome... welcome! What honor do I owe this visit from such distinguished guests?
SUPER CRITIC Cut the crap, David. You know why we're here...
KELLEY Ah yes, my crossover episodes... I knew sooner or later you'd find out.
CYNIC BOY Episodes?
KELLEY (surprised) Did you think I was only doing one? My ambitions are greater than that, I can assure you. I plan to crossover my shows with every show on every network. Even UPN!
SUPER CRITIC David, that is a task I'd venture is beyond even your prolific writing skills.
KELLEY For one David E. Kelley perhaps, but not for an army of David E. Kelleys.
KELLEY snaps his fingers and out of the shadows walk 50 David E. Kelley clones, all in lime green jump suits, each with an orange number corresponding to the order in which they were cloned.
SUPER CRITIC You fiend!
KELLEY Honestly, how do you think I produce so many TV shows and still manage my marriage to Michelle Pfeiffer?
SUPER CRITIC Like most God-fearing Americans, though communication and a strong work ethic!
KELLEY (chuckling) Your naivete surprises even me... GET THEM!
Suddenly the clones rush SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY. They fight bravely, but are quickly overcome by the sheer number of clones. Subdued, they are strapped into chairs. All of the other clones leave save for NUMBER TWO. He and KELLEY stand at the main control panel.
SUPER CRITIC You won't get away with this, David!
KELLEY But I already have. Number Two, show them.
NUMBER TWO Yes, master.
NUMBER TWO punches some buttons on the control panel. A giant wall of TVs rises from the floor. On the monitors are various television shows with characters from Kelley shows making guest appearances.
KELLEY As you can see, my characters are already causing major changes on the television landscape. Everybody Loves Raymond? Sorry, Raymond is on a vacation... a permanent one. Will & Grace? In prison. Dharma & Greg? Oooh, looks like Dharma is on Death Row... for the murder of her husband. How tragic.
SUPER CRITIC You're a madman! David, you can't do this! The average television viewer expects to see familiar characters in familiar settings doing vaguely familiar things week after week after week!
CYNIC BOY Things never change! All loose ends get neatly wrapped up at the end of the episode! It's the unwritten broadcasters' covenant! To break it would cause wholesale chaos!
KELLEY Yes, it will. And in that whirlwind, there will be a clamoring for new leadership. And then my minions and I will grasp the mantle and seize power! And then I, David E. Kelley, will control every television show being broadcast!
SUPER CRITIC But your logic is flawed, old friend...
KELLEY Oh, I think not.
SUPER CRITIC David, have you really thought this through? I mean, having all of your characters appear on every television show -- that sounds like a logistical nightmare.
CYNIC BOY And have you gotten all of your actors to sign off on this?
KELLEY Well, uh, I, um...
SUPER CRITIC And what about cost overruns? These crossover episodes tend to be a bit more expensive than your average everyday show. Have the network suits signed off on these extra expenses? Or is the studio going to pick them up? (chuckling) I mean, you weren't planning on paying for this out of your own pocket were you?
KELLEY (chuckling nervously) No... no, of course not... that would be truly insane.
CYNIC BOY More like Ally McNuts!
SUPER CRITIC shoots CYNIC BOY a look.
CYNIC BOY Come on boss, it would be...
SUPER CRITIC I'd say. So the networks are picking up the additional costs, then.
KELLEY Well, um...
CYNIC BOY Oh, the studio is picking up the additional costs...
KELLEY Well, not exactly... we're in the talking stages....
SUPER CRITIC Oh my God. David, you're paying for this yourself!
CYNIC BOY I can't believe you'd leave yourself exposed like that. I mean, what if this plan doesn't pan out? My God! You'd be ruined!
KELLEY It's just the initial expenses. I'm working on a deal. They're forthcoming.
SUPER CRITIC What about the actors' strike? Have you factored that into your plan?
KELLEY My sources tell me negotiations are progressing...
SUPER CRITIC David, the strike's a lock. People are planning vacations. For Chrissakes, half of Hollywood is gonna be out of the country...
KELLEY Yes, I admit that is going to pose some difficulties...
CYNIC BOY Dave, baby, get your head out of your ass. No talent means no new episodes. Period. End of plan.
SUPER CRITIC And let's not forget the writers' strike...
CYNIC BOY Whew! That one's gonna be ugly.
SUPER CRITIC You weren't planning to go against your own union and cross the picket line, were you?
CYNIC BOY My God, David E. Kelley, TV's biggest writer -- a scab! How would you live that down?!
KELLEY I'm not crossing the picket line!
SUPER CRITIC Smart move... smart move.. I mean, what a scandal that would be!
CYNIC BOY Speaking of scandal, all of your clones... they're all card-carrying, dues-paying members of the union, right? This isn't some sort of sweatshop operation is it?
KELLEY We're working on that....
SUPER CRITIC My God, David... you've been employing these clones, having them write for your shows and they're not in the union? David, when the press gets a hold of that, they're gonna murder you! It's gonna be a bloodbath!
CYNIC BOY I wanna see you spin your way out of that one, pal!
Awkward silence.
KELLEY Dear God, what have I done?
KELLEY flees the lab in a panic, leaving SUPER CRITIC, CYNIC BOY and NUMBER TWO alone.
NUMBER TWO Um, I guess I should let you guys go, huh?
SUPER CRITIC That would be a good idea.
NUMBER TWO presses a button that releases them. Our heroes stretch a little and turn to leave.
NUMBER TWO Is the master really ruined?
SUPER CRITIC Naaaah, Dave always lands on his feet. I mean, look what happened after that whole Snoops mishap.
CYNIC BOY That was a total disaster! I mean, that show was dead before it was even got out of the starting gate!
SUPER CRITIC Horrible... horrible. But Dave came back with Boston Public. Oh yeah, he'll be all right.
NUMBER TWO Uh, he didn't write Snoops...
SUPER CRITIC No?
NUMBER TWO (meekly) Uh, I did.
SUPER CRITIC Ah, geez... hey, it happens to the best of us.
CYNIC BOY Fall off that horse, you just gotta get back in the saddle... that's what I always say!
SUPER CRITIC Yeah. Yeah... well... we gotta get going.
SUPER CRITIC and CYNIC BOY quickly leave the lab. Once they are out of NUMBER TWO's earshot, our heroes pause to have a quick exchange.
SUPER CRITIC (amazed) Snoops! What a hack!
CYNIC BOY Poor bastard, he's never gonna live that one down.
SUPER CRITIC You're telling me....
Fade to black.
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