ANOTHER CASE FILE!
This one looks kind of like a script. Interesting.
It was also vacuumed sealed in a bag that said “NAA” but I think a letter got scratched out. How curious.
I’m just kidding, who cares where it came from? Let’s get to reading it! I dubbed this little ditty “Roket Syence”.
A couple of scientists are tinkering away in a lab with a few benches and a whiteboard. Another scientist, Fred, walks on with a clipboard which he is studying.
FRED: Heya fellas, just been going over the monthly review and there are a few gaps…
One of the scientists, Dave, looks up.
DAVE: Such as?
FRED: We’ve completed all projects on schedule and the lab itself is running smoothly… but we may have left a project on the way side. Accidentally.
DAVE: Oh. Well that’s not a problem. We’ll just work on it now.
FRED: Yeah, that’s the thing…
DAVE: What?
FRED: I’ll let it speak for itself.Barry, load Project Gemini onto the whiteboard.
BARRY: Okay.
Barry, the other scientist, is handed the clipboard. He looks it over, nods and turns to the whiteboard, copying what’s on the clipboard onto it. As he finishes, he steps back to look at it in full.
DAVE: Well? What is it?
Fred breaks out in a sweat and breathes rapidly. He composes himself and looks at Dave.
FRED: Look closer .
Dave and Barry strain their eyes. Suddenly it hits them. Barry drops his pen and starts screaming as Dave’s eyes bulge. He scrambles behind Fred. Barry faints.
DAVE: (Terrified.) But-But-That’s—
FRED: (Very grave.) I know.
DAVE/FRED: It’s Rocket Science!
Cut to the ‘diagram’. It is a somewhat crude drawing of a rocket ship with various formulas on it, looking only vaguely scientific. Perhaps a dramatic flash of lightning and a crack of thunder too. Barry regains consciousness, looks at the whiteboard and starts screaming again.
BARRY: Oh god. Oh god! Help! Heeeeelp!
Dave goes over to him and slaps him.
DAVE: Make like a curtain and pull yourself together, man!
BARRY: But it’s Rocket Science, Dave! Rocket Science!
DAVE: I know, damn it, I know! But no matter how the saying goes, we’re gonna do this. We’re gonna pull through!
BARRY: How do you know? How could you know?!
DAVE: Because we’re scientists, Barry! This is what we do. And when it’s all said and done, Rrr… Rrrr… Rr—This thing is still a science! No matter how complex it’s supposed to be! So let’s tackle this sunnuva bitch head on, huh?
BARRY: Okay… Okay!
DAVE: Attaboy! (Slaps Barry again.) Fred! Get the boys in the ‘shop to whip up a car, a pair of wings and some sort of nose cone.
FRED: You got it!
Fred dahses off. Dave goes to follow.
DAVE: C’mon Barry!
BARRY: I’m scared.
DAVE: I know, but don’t be! It’s just… (Gulps.)... Rocket Science! Yeah, Rocket Science. Nothing to it. So come on.
He drags Barry off towards the workshop.
BARRY: I sure hope we can pull this off.
DAVE: Of course we can! I’m gonna get this project done even it kills me.
The lab is left unoccupied. Moments later, there are sounds of metal whirring and welding and general mechanical noise.
DAVE (V/O.): Okay! Start her up!
A massive explosion sounds which shakes the laboratory as it is engulfed in flame.
Hoo boy, I sure hope these aren’t the scientists aren’t in charge of making the latest Tesla. They probably just work for Mister Musk’s private labs.
Another episode of the Case Files of Crazy Davis done and dusted! Who knows what story will I find next?
We’re Blasting Off Again,
CD.
WORLD OF MADNESS 