(Chapters 1 to 3 from Doodlebook Phenomenon Series 2 Book 1 by Derek Williams and Duncan Timiney.)
(Chapters 4 onwards by... well... random visitors?)

DANGEROUS FURY
DAY OF THE MONTH
FIGHTING FILM
FATAL DOUBLE IMPACT FURY

SECEN NOE

THE END

VIEW OF A MOUNTAIN TOP. TWO MUSCULAR AMERICANS ARE PRACTICING MARTIAL ARTS. THEY ARE CALLED CODY AND BRAD.

BRAD: Huh! Ha! Hiyaa!

CODY: Pshaw. Pshaw. Tut.

BRAD: Claw of the Wolf!
(Does an elaborate hand movement)
BRAD: HOOOWL!

CODY: We cannot be beaten now.

BRAD: It is time for us to avenge our fathers death at the hands of 'Black Tiger', the champion of the crime boss Vic Nasty Dev'Noth, who alos also turned out sister, Mary, into a drug addict.

CODY: Yeah, whatever.

MASTER: But revenge is a negative goal to set yourself. Channel this energy into Strength.

CODY: Okay.

BRAD: But, I can't allow him to get away with our sisters father's murder. I'm leaving.

(BRAD starts walking off.)

CODY: Hey, wait.
(Starts after BRAD but MASTER puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.)

MASTER: Let him go. He must find his own path. Do not follow him down the wrong path. Revenge will only harm yourself.

CODY: (Gritting teeth) Brad! I'll always be at your side!

(He throws a paperweight bandana silver medallion to BRAD, who catches it, clasps his hand around it, and nods.)

MASTER: Your paths will cross again, in time. Natch

CODY: Yeah, okay.

Cut to a BIG WHITE MANSION, a HUGE LIMO goes up to the DRIVE. A LARGE MAN in a WHITE SUIT gets out surrounded by BODYGUARDS. They walk inside. Inside is another MAN who looks a little WORRIED.

VIC: What do you wanbt? Where is my money? Ole

MAN: Hey, Vic, I'll get it for you, I promise.

VIC: It's too late for that... (he nods to one of his hoods Black Tiger)

MAN: Look just give me till tomorrow. I'll have your money. Don't hurt me.

(Black T advances)

MAN: I'm sorry okay? Don't let him kill me.

(B.T. gets close. Man starts to run, B.T. also runs, after him.
He catches with ease and launches himself into the air.
He wraps one leg around the man's head, the other leg's which folded at knee hits at the base of the man's back.
The man is brought down to the ground breaking his back and neck (audible crack), almost folding him double. He dies. Instantly)

BLACK TIGER: Hyaaaa!

VIC: No-one, but no-one double crosses me. Black Tiger, go to his house and kill his family in a needlessly bloody manner.

BLACK TIGER: Yes master.

(He leaves)

VIC: (To one of his hoods as they walk iunto the main room) How are the drug sales doing?

HOOD: Er, very good sir, we have a 50% increase of users on the east side.

VIC: Excellent.

(He walks over to a very expensive hi-fi system and puts on some classical spanish guitar music.)

VIC: I love classical spanish guitar music.


(Brad is walking down the back streets of Detroit. He sees black punks, drug usage and robberies.)

BRAD: Sigh, so much evil in this world. I wish there was something I could do to help. Maybe with the (A nun (Two nuns walk past him)

NUN 1: It's such a shame they are going to pull down the orphanage.

NUN 2: Yes, those poor children will become homeless.

NUN 1: Yes, and the town council are asking for ten thousand dollars to keep it standing.

BRAD: Gosh, I sure wish I could help all those poor children.

(He walks past a group of punks)

PUNK 1: Hey Charlie, are you going to enter that street fighting tournament?

PUNK 2: Yeah, man! The prize for winning is ten thousand dollars!

BRAD: Lawks!


CUT TO

AN INCREDIBLY SMALL DOOR

A KNOCKING CAN BE HEARD

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

FRAN: Master, I think it's time for tea.

JOE: You think it's time for tea! I don't pay you to think.
You'll know it's time for tea, when I tell you it's time for tea.
Now get out of my site you miserable toad.

FRAN: But master, I only wanted ...
Joe: Get Out.
Fran: But mas...
JOE: (Screaming full force) OUT.

Fran leaves.
Joe Props Himself up against the pillows on his old four poster bed and lights the gas lamp by his bed.
He looks weary and gaunt.
By the lamp we see a picture of a younger Joe and Cody's master standing together smiling at the top of a nondescript hill.
Joe looks at the picture for a second and then hits it across the room to the floor.

A BIG BLACK CAR IS PARKED ON THE SIDEWALK

AS THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN TALKING CAN BE HEARD

DAVIES: Look, this isn't some sort of joke, you know. THIS. IS MY. BIRTHDAY!

RYO: [always talks in a bland and calm moderate voice]I just want to find Lan Di.

DAVIES: I don't know who this Lan Di even is! Get out of my car!

RYO: Have you seen a big black car?

DAVIES: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

RYO: Why are you shouting?

DAVIES: You're freaking driving me insane!

RYO: Have you heard of the Mad Angels?



BACK AT THE MASTER'S DOJO

MASTER: So, your mother was some woman.

CODY: Yeah she wa... hey what you getting at old man?

MASTER: Cody, I am your father.

CODY: No. No. That's not true! That's impossible!

MASTER: Search your feelings. You know it to be true.

CODY: No! No! No!

MASTER: Cody. You can destroy the Black Tiger. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son.
Come with me. It is the only way.

CODY: Yes, I will seek out Black Tiger and... hang on, rule the what?

MASTER: The Galaxy. You know the smoothest silkiest milk chocolate in the world. We can measure it. With a ruler.

(continuing a fine tradition of bad jokes in these play thingies there)


CODY: I'll measure you ... with a BOX.

MASTER: Watch it! Don't think you're too old to get a clip around the ear from your pappy, young man.

CODY: <sniff> I hate you dad.

MASTER: *sigh* Kids

IN THE LOCAL OPIUM DEN

BLACK TIGER: Damn thats some good opium. Where'd you pick it up dude? You gots to put me in touch with your supplier

OPIUM DUDE: And loose a customer like you? Not a chance. You're putting my kids through college.

BLACK TIGER: Well I guess I do like the decor in here. I wont kill you for the info. Yet. Hahahahahaha. Now give me that shit. Oooooh Weeeee.

(Black Tiger falls onto a bean bag with a smile on his face)

(The door swings open)

OPIUM DUDE: Welcome to my little hell hole stranger. What can I do for you?

BRAD: Greetings strange old man. Word on the street is you got some of the good shit here.

OPIUM DUDE: You knows it. Care for a seat?

BRAD: I'm actually more interested in some of your customers...

OPIUM DUDE: Well, I'm afraid I can't really talk about them. Confidentiality and all. My patrons pay a good price for both my goods and my silence.

(Brad moves closer while looking around)

BRAD: Too bad old man, I liked the decor in this place. But now you must DIE! Hiiyaa. Karate chop!

(Brad fells the Opium dude with a savage chop to the back of the neck. He falls limp over the counter in his shop)

BRAD: Now to find Black Tiger. The tea leaves that mysterious old woman was reading said he'd be in here.

(Brad races through a door behind the counter, and sees Black Tiger mashed out of it on a bean bag)

BRAD: Black Tiger, now I shall kill you, just like you killed my father. The circle shall be complete.

BLACK TIGER: Wha?

BRAD: Time to DIE! Roundhouse KICK!

(Brad executes a nasty roundhouse kick that catches Black Tiger square on the chin as he stumbles to his feet)

BLACK TIGER: Shit dude, you're really harshing on my buzz.

(A vicious fight ensues, which Brad wins due to Black Tiger being monged out of it)

BRAD: Aha. Revenge is mine. Father, your death has been avenged.

BLACK TIGER: (mumbling from the ground) No it hasn't. I was merely an accomplice. Vic Dev'Noth was the true killer.

BRAD: Where can I find this man? Tell me!

BLACK TIGER: (with his last breath) The street fighting tournament. Bleurgh

(Black Tiger dies)

BRAD: Hmmm, time to kill two birds with one catapult.

(Brad leaves the opium den as the sounds of sweet ghetto tech build from the background)

(LYRICS: Pump that shit, pump that shit. DJ Funk gonna hurt somebody.)



CUT TO decrepit young woman half-slumped in the garbage outside the opium den.
She raises an arm towards the withdrawing BRAD, feebly.

MARY: B..Brad?

(She slumps unconscious. FADE TO BLACK)

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