Red Yellow Sun

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Ruined by stalking charges and aided only by two talking Parrots, disgraced UFOLOGIST Kurt Peddlespoon struggles to prove his accuser is a VENUSIAN CANNIBAL.

Submitted: June 04, 2013

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Submitted: June 04, 2013

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CITY OF EYEBALL UFO OBSERVATORY


A moonlit sky. Radio chatter scratches through a
woodland grove, spooking rabbits, stirring butterflies.


RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Before his mysterious death multi
dimensional research Professor Noah
Morgellon said: Scientists need to
admit that what they dismiss as
junk DNA are simply the dormant
codes awaiting activation. Which
occurs during heightened solar
flare activity. As you will see.


The swarm flutter toward the sound, which emanates from
a hillside silhouette. A small, domed building. Low
light flickers from its window.


The roof is edged with antenna, aerials, wind chimes,
microwave sensors, specialist video cameras, a large
telescope.


A sign proclaims: EYEBALL OBSERVATORY & UFO SOCIETY. A
VW Camper squats in the shadows.


RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
A quantum leap in evolution? Or is
it more conspiracy junk?


INSIDE


A telephone directory smacks the radio.


KURT (O.S.)
They promote the junk theory to
protect their research grants.


KURT PEDDLESPOON takes a break from the telescope. He
sips raspberry tea. It calms him.


RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Sky watchers predict friendly
aliens will assist the human
intelligence upgrade.


KURT (V.O.)
Why don't newsreaders parrot the
whole story?


RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Morgellon disclosed how unfriendly
aliens intend to thwart such
efforts and that he was developing
a strategy to unify the two sides
thus nullifying their intentions. A
government spokespersonage referred
to Morgellon as either correct or
delusional.


OUTSIDE


Kurt steps outside. On a distant hillside groups of
noisy SKYWATCHERS spectate. A blazing star spins across
the horizon.


KURT
The aurora. As predicted.


A dawn-like light flashes. Cheers echo from the
Skywatchers. Kurt shouts to them.


KURT
There it is guys.


INSIDE


A car approaches. Kurt bounces back into the building.


Kurt points a remote at a wall unit of computers. On a
monitor screen video footage fast rewinds. The aurora
hurriedly trace its steps in reverse.


RANDALL GOATFOOT enters. A radio clutched in one hand.
Starbucks and Big Mac in the other.


KURT
Hey new guy. Got your MacDumdown?


Jovial smile.


RANDALL
Hey, I'm not that new here. Catch
the news media getting all riled up
about these solar flares?


KURT
I bet they are. Gonna log this
event and skedaddle. These twelve
hour shifts are killing.


Kurt scrawls in a leather bound log book.


RANDALL
Off to watch your neighbor again?


KURT
I'll get her on video. You'll see.


OUTSIDE


Kurt spots a foil wind chime out of whack and adjusts
it. Drives away.


INSIDE


Randall studies Kurt's footage. Rewinds the video to
just before the light appears. Hits the record button.


RANDALL
Gone.


Consumes burger, packaging, Starbucks and cup in one
gulp. Glares at read-out screens. Each resets to zero.
Wipes the log book entry.


Sits. Shapeshifts into Alien form. Startled. Shifts back
with much effort.


RANDALL
Why can't I maintain human form?


Randall puzzles as a blue feather twirls into the room.


RUSTIC BACKWOODS


Lights flicker from scattered log cabin-style homes.
Kurt parks. A neighbour's bedroom lights fade up.


KURT
Show time.


LIVING ROOM


Kurt hurries past abandoned meals on cluttered book
shelves. Dislodges shed Parrot feathers.


FIGWORT, an ocean blue Macaw, howls commentary from his
corner perch.


FIGWORT
And he's back ladies and gentlemen
from a marathon stint.


KURT
I'll feed you two in a minute.


FIGWORT
Eaten. Morgellon trained me out of
dependences from birth.


KURT
But not into controlling your ass.


FIGWORT
A digestive imbalance inherited
from my previous diet, dummy.


Red Macaw responds from nearby. SERGEANT CARNICOM.


SERGEANT CARNICOM
I'd advise against rudeness
soldier. Without this man we'd be
cat food.


FIGWORT
But can he do this?


Sergeant Carnicom dodges Figwort's splattering reply.


BEDROOM


Kurt enters. Figwort touches down on his shoulder.


SERGEANT CARNICOM (O.S.)
I'm holding the fort down here.


Comics, piled clothing, computers, books and a bed vie
for space. In a corner, an electric fan buffets a foil
wind chime. The chime generates a minute sound.


KURT
Figwort. You still tweaking
Morgellon's experiment?


FIGWORT
Had to verify it's effectiveness
somehow. The solution is a
frequency double to that of the
organism. Audio equivalent of Pi
was a good start.


KURT
Now that I would like to see.


A tripod mounted video camera. A computer screen nearby
displays the camera's view.


Low lit bedroom window of the home nearby.


Super hot woman appears, MS. SWALLOWHEAD. Bathrobe.
Whips it off. Smiles lasciviously.


FIGWORT (O.S.)
How about them apples?


The woman places a finger at the top of her forehead and
pulls down. A Lizard-like biped steps out.


The creature stretches, yawns. Glares at camera. Grabs
the skin and pulls it back on like a body stocking.


KURT (O.S.)
Busted.


Throws dress on.


She turns toward something. A cot. Hoists a small
blanket-wrapped bundle. SWALLOWHEAD JUNIOR.


A tiny hand reaches from within the wrap. Green. Scaled.
A lizard-like tongue follows. Snakes toward the woman.


She shakes her head and gently pushes the tongue back.
Puts baby down.


A noise. A car. She whirls to the window. Smiles
demonically.


OUTSIDE


An SUV pulls in next door. A strapping young male
lumbers out. RED YELLOWSUN. Flowers in hand. Hopeful.
Rings the doorbell.


The woman greets him eagerly. Weak smile at the flowers.


INSIDE


The pair kiss briefly.


BEDROOM


The couple. Now lost in each other...


...The woman pulls away. Rushes to the cot. The male
tidies his shirt.


Woman lifts the baby. Man's jaw drops.


On the bed woman supports wobbling, greenish baby shape.


The man leans toward the baby, stretches a hand out. The
baby dives into the man's mouth. Man panics. Whirls.
Chokes. Woman laughs.


Man falls onto the bed. Writhes as if suffering a fit.
Falls out of view.


Stands up, wriggling, squirming. The head develops a
tiny cut. It grows. A split zips him open to the navel.


A man-sized green-scaled creature emerges.


Smiles at his mom. Turns. Looks right to camera.
Shapeshifts back into Red Yellowsun. Draws curtains.


KURT (O.S.)
Got to get this footage out.


Kurt saves the video to a memory stick. Uploads the file
to a server.


Looks to pull memory stick from computer. Missing.


KURT
Figwort?


FIGWORT
Sorry.


Kurt saves the footage to another stick. Pockets it.


OBSERVATORY


Kurt rushes into the building. Randall snoozes.


KURT
Wake up. It's daytime. I got it.


Kurt plugs the memory stick into a PC. The screen
flashes with his video footage.


Randall laughs at the alien baby. Grimaces at the rest.


RANDALL
Wow. You never know who people
really are. You gonna stick it on
youtube?


Randall gathers his belongings. Prepares to leave.


KURT
No way. This is going to the news
media. At last we have proof.


Randall leaves. Kurt grabs the phone.


LATER


A knock at the door. Kurt rushes to open it, excited.


POLICE OFFICER
Kurt Peddlespoon?


COURT ROOM


Kurt in the dock. Swallowhead and Yellowsun gloat.
LAWYERS, JURY, COURT OFFICIALS, PUBLIC and JOURNALISTS
look on.


All eyes are on a large video monitor. Video plays.


Swallowhead strips. Video jumps to the couple kissing.
No alien footage.


Crusty old JUDGE WORMS speaks.


JUDGE WORMS
Clearly Mr. Peddlespoon you are a
peeping tom and nothing more. I see
no evidence of aliens as you
describe and even if I did the law
does not condone spying.


Jury and court audience laugh and scoff.


KURT
And yet our every move is watched
via CCTV. Moving on. My character
witnesses have not arrived so why
are you even passing judgement
before I've had a chance to clear
my name?


JUDGE WORMS
I just said why.


Judge hammers the gavel. All in court shudder. The judge
moves to leave.


KURT
I'm not done yet.


JUDGE WORMS
You wish to address the court Mr.
Peddlespoon? Let's hear it.


KURT
As I suspected you have not allowed
me a chance to clear my name. You
have merely railroaded me using a
badly edited video.


Far end of the court. A tap at the window. Zings open.
Figwort and Sergeant Carnicom zoom inside. Perches near
the bench. Judge Worms fumes.


JUDGE WORMS
Get them out. I've never seen
anything like it.


COURT OFFICERS give chase. One raises a gun.


Figwort and Sergeant Carnicom turn and fire. A volley of
parrot poop floors the officer. Slaps the gun away.


The Parrots perch out of reach. Jury and public giggle.


FIGWORT
You ain't seen nothing yet. Your
honor.


Kurt approaches the bench. Judge throws up his hands.
Nods him to continue.


JUDGE WORMS
Leave him be officer.


Journalists write furiously. Swallowhead and Yellowsun
shift uneasily. Public laugh.


Kurt places a rotary fan on the desk. Pulls a foil wind
chime from underneath. Hooks it to a stand and sets the
fan in motion.


KURT
Watch our plaintiffs.


Swallowhead and Yellowsun squirm, not sure what to do.


FIGWORT
And watch this too.


Figwort poops out the memory stick. Kurt catches and
wipes it. Rushes to the TV monitor.


Footage begins to play. On screen Red's SUV pulls up.
Red exits his car.


In court Kurt sets fan in motion. Directs toward
Swallowhead and Yellowsun.


The pair look on, horrified.


Judge and Jury are glued to video of alien shapeshift
and Swallowhead Junior eating the real Yellowsun.


In court Swallowhead and Yellowsun tremble. Their bodies
convulse. Their hands shake. Their eyes bulge. Skin
peels. Blisters form and pop.


Lawyers and public move away fast.


FIGWORT
Told you it was a frequency double
to that of the organism.


The pair burst from their skin suits. Two ugly aliens
stand before the court.


Swallowhead grabs an officer. Eats him in one gulp.


Kurt points the fan at them. They freeze. Hypnotised.


The court room doors fly open. A gaggle of Skywatchers
troop in manhandling Randall to the witness stand.
Figwort and Carnicom alert the Judge.


FIGWORT/CARNICOM
Witnesses arrived, witnesses
arrived.


JUDGE WORMS
About time. I'll allow them.


Judge Worms calms the court room hubbub. A Skywatcher
and Randall approach the bench.


JUDGE WORMS
So. What do you have to say?


SKYWATCHER
We worked with Professor Morgellon.
We can fix this right now.
Morgellon was working on a plan to
combat this scenario and this man
is an alien agent whose decided to
do the right thing.


FIGWORT
I was working with him too. So was
Sergeant Carnicom.


SERGEANT CARNICOM
Absolutely.


JUDGE WORMS
You may as well proceed. I've
missed my golf game now anyway.


KURT
The theory is that if the two
opposing alien races merge their
DNA through simple bodily contact
their ability to have any negative
effect on humans is nullified.


JUDGE WORMS
You're referring to this
intelligence upgrade nonsense?


KURT
No, I'm referring to them eating
humans.


A Skywatcher cuts in.


SKYWATCHER
A physical reality is not nonsense.
And please use the term Venusian.
Alien is not politically correct.


JUDGE WORMS
Those shackles of Political
correctness do not supplant
fairness and common sense. If they
are from Venus then let's see this
merging Venusian DNA.


The Skywatchers push Randall toward Swallowhead.


RANDALL
I was sent here to stop the
upgrade. But I had a change of
heart.


JUDGE WORMS
But why Mister Goatfoot?


Goatfoot shapeshifts into an alien. Court room quietens.


RANDALL
Because what's happening on your
planet happened throughout the
galaxy. That's why most planets in
your solar system have no
atmosphere. Destroyed though years
of mining wars and destruction.


Swallowhead likes the look of him. Flutters her
eyelashes. Swallowhead Junior, now his correct size,
smiles his approval.


SERGEANT CARNICOM
Marry them Judge and that way it's
a done deal. They've already eaten
a court Guard but a merger will
cease this dietary quirk.


Kurt stares at Randall.


JUDGE WORMS
I never liked him anyway. Fair
enough then. Proceed.


KURT
And I never trusted Randall
Goatfoot either. You're busted
Randall eater.


Randall shrugs his shoulders at Kurt. Turns and kisses
Swallowhead. She kisses him back. Smiles.


FIGWORT
You see Judge, when the DNA merges,
as we just saw, the good over
powers the bad, in this case the
female's intentions have been
counter-balanced by Randall's.


Judge Worms hammers the gavel.


JUDGE WORMS
Whether we are about to became more
intelligent or not and realise the
full potential of ourselves as
beings will have to be seen in the
fullness of time.


JUDGE WORMS
However, we are hear to look at the
facts and the facts clearly prove
Kurt Peddlespoon is an innocent man
and that his bizarre and
unbelievable claims and statements
have been shown and demonstrated to
be true without doubt.


KURT
Thank you your honor.


Kurt sits. Relieved.


Judge rifles through paperwork.


JUDGE WORMS
Now, before everyone leaves, and I
do mean everyone, please stop by
and sign this gagging order.
There's no need to panic our
citizens with stories of this
episode so we'll keep it out of the
public domain. Or I'm afraid I'll
have to put Mr. and Mrs. Goatfoot's
rather impressive appetite to work.


Swallowhead Junior approaches the judge.


SWALLOWHEAD JUNIOR
But Judge, isn't the idea of
censoring free speech the crux of
this case? Surely you are a public
servant entrusted and appointed by
the very people of this Sovereign
State you took an oath to
represent.


Judge shrugs his shoulders.


JUDGE WORMS
Sometimes you have to make
sacrifices for the common good.


SWALLOWHEAD JUNIOR
Got that right.


Junior dives at the Judge. Gobbles him down in seconds.
Newly transformed, takes his seat.


The audience cheer and clap.


RANDALL
Seeing as you really are a Judge
working for the people now, can you
marry us? According to the ways of
our culture, if we marry our union
will affect both our races and they
will find peace and cooperation, as
in times of old.


JUDGE WORMS
I know all about your culture don't
I? I pronounce you man and wife.
Live long and be happy. Dad.


Court room explodes in jubilant cheesiness. Grudging
LAWYERS high-five. Enemies hug. Rivals dance.


Eerily lurksome Venusian soundtrack comes to fore.


Kurt, Figwort, Junior, Skywatcher and Sergeant Carnicom
speak to camera.


FIGWORT
So as you saw, Kurt was innocent.


SKYWATCHER
Morgellon got his respect.


KURT
The human race got an upgrade.


SWALLOWHEAD JUNIOR
Huge corporations got eaten.


EATEN POLICE OFFICER
And we all lived.


PROF. MORGELLON slides into shot, surprising everyone.


PROF. MORGELLON
Happily ever after.

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