...a most curious dream

(eight and a half pesos remix)

 

 

 

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3. An alley (first attempt)

Down here BONES is fluttering from wall to wall with his ivory wings a-flapping. It is BUTTERFLY-BONES.

BUTTERFLY-BONES: I never thought I would sustain this much damage. I always thought I would break and I couldn’t take it. I didn’t know I could just make another Bones-
DADDY: Bones! Let me down, down, call you down! Come on in to your papa’s palms!

BUTTERFLY-BONES flies into his DADDY’s hands and his wings are torn off, one by one. DADDY dances around to some funky music from Sly and the Family Stone’s second album.

DADDY: Mama I’m depending on you to tell me the truth!
            Mama just hung her head and said, “Son…”

Flashback. Bones is running around on all six legs trying to find his way. It is ANT-BONES.

ANT-BONES: I didn’t realise that I could leave someone else to deal with it. I can go away, I don’t have to be the one who
DADDY: Bones! Bones my ripe insect of the truth! Bones, my oily little ant! Daddy’s got some crumbs for you! Scuttle on to my friendly hand here!

ANT-BONES runs around on the floor until DADDY stomps on him.

DADDY: Mama just hung her head and said “Son ,
            P-papa…”

Flashback. Bones is a huge moth as big as a city. Nothing can stand in his way. Buildings are torn down. Naked japanese children flee from his demonic laser-wrath. At last, stomping over the horizon, comes TYRANNO-DADDY. He stops and bellows out a gout of flame so hot it is a new colour of purple called Plurple.

MOTHRA-BONES: NOT THIS TIME, DADDY! I’VE FINALLY FOUND A FORM THAT CAN DEFEAT YOU!
TYRANNO-DADDY: COME DOWN BY THE PLURPLE FIRESIDE AND LET YOUR DADDY TELL YOU STORIES!
MOTHRA-BONES: I’D RATHER FRY YOU ALIVE, DADDY!
TYRANNO-DADDY: Mama just hung her head and said “Son…”

MOTHRA-BONES and TYRANNO-DADDY clash in a titanic battle while Sly and his Family Stone sing.

SLY AND THE FAMILY STONE: Papa was a rolling stone!
                                                            Wherever he lay his hat was his home
                                                            And when he died
                                                            all he left us was alone!

 

4 - An cafe