"The Skull Boy Show."
With special guest, Doom Kitty.
Doom Kitty, I'm sure many
viewers out there are wanting to
ask you this very important
question: doesn't it drive you
crazy when people don't
understand what you're trying to
say?
Doom says, "Can you give my
chair a push, please?"
Fascinating.
[Chair squeaking]
Ah!
On the afternoon of March 7th,
after a long and, by all
accounts, restful nap, you
coughed up a fur ball.
Was this a sign of your inner
turmoil over the recent loss of
your favourite rubber ball?
Perhaps you have another
question which doesn't involve
fur balls?
Okay, yes.
The final question.
Doom Kitty, what would you say
is the secret to your success?
[Chair squeaking]
"Never stop rocking.
Oh, and good friends."
Thanks, Doom.
Same here.
Wise advice.
And that's all the time we have
for today.
Join me next week, when my guest
is noted Gloomsville wing nut,
Cashew Crow.
[Organ music playing]
And we're out.
That was fun, Skull Boy.
Thanks a lot, guys.
See you.
Now to try a little of Doom's
philosophy.
[Chair squeaking]
[Laughing]
Whee!
Whoa!
Hey, how do you stop this thing?
Hello?
Guys?
Doom, how does this thing work?
♪
♪ So today we're gonna
♪ Take the time to show you
♪ The br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Only think you oughta
♪ No, you really gotta
♪ See the br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Ruby Gloom, Ruby Gloom
♪
♪ We're gonna show you why
♪ There's more than
meets the eye ♪
♪ The br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Only think you oughta
♪ No, you really gotta
♪ See the br-br-bright side
of the dark side ♪
♪ Ruby Gloom, Ruby Gloom
SKULL BOY: Ladies and
gentlemen!
Tonight, you will witness a
daring feat of spectacular
stupefication.
The Great Gilbert, a flea of no
small renown and star of the
Gloomsville travelling flea
circus, will jump from trapeze
to trapeze for the very first
time.
Ready?
One, two, go.
That's it.
VOICE: No!
That's not it.
[Ghastly screaming and sobbing]
[Shouting indistinctly]
Yes, I know it's not your fault.
I'll see what that noise is
about.
[Screaming and sobs continuous]
VOICE: No!
Cool.
Yikes.
Uh-oh.
It's all over!
Venus, what's wrong?
VENUS: My voice, my voice!
I cannot find my voice!
I know where it is, Venus.
Where, where?
Coming out of your mouth.
No, no, no, no.
My writing voice.
Although good guess.
The deadline for the screenplay
writing contest is in two days,
and I haven't written a word.
It's okay, Venus.
I'm sure we can help you find
your writing voice.
Right, guys?
Yeah.
Right.
Oops.
Sorry.
At least you still have the
paper.
Exactly, Misery.
Now we just have to inspire
Venus to write a great
screenplay.
Wow.
Venus, a real writer.
Seems like only yesterday you
got your speaking voice.
Listen carefully, Venus.
This record will teach you to
speak perfect English, okay?
I won't be long.
[Whistling]
Hi yo Squig, away!
MAN, OVER RECORD: Learning to
speak perfect English with a
perfect accent.
Lesson one...
And it was only yesterday you
developed your own distinct
personality.
It was this tall and that wide,
and it walked like this.
And it jumped like this.
[All laughing]
Yup, seems like only yesterday.
I believe that was this
morning.
[Sighing]
They sprout so fast.
Okay, enough of the
embarrassing stories, please.
Yes.
Time to write new ones, right,
Venus?
And I've got the solution.
What, what, what?
We bring in another voice to
help you find your writing
voice.
I beg your pardon?
One of us sits with you while
you write.
BOTH: That's a great idea,
Ruby.
[Laughing]
BOTH: Oh, oh, oh!
Okay, you guys go first.
All right!
Yeah!
Killer.
First you better tell us what
you have so far.
Yeah, lead the way, oh
plantiful one.
[Laughing]
Good one, Frank.
What'd I say?
[Clearing throat]
VENUS: It's a gushy romance
starring a girl named Ella.
Hi.
Who is the most fabulous girl
in the universe.
Aw.
FRANK: Who loves to rock.
[Rock music playing]
VENUS: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Guys, guys, guys!
[Clearing throat]
The idea, I must tell it to you
first, sillies.
It's the night of the big prom,
and poor Ella, she is locked up
like a prisoner in her own home.
Forbidden to go by her mean
step-sisters, Edgarina and
Allana.
Then, poof.
It's her fairy godmother in the
very flesh.
Ow.
She wants Ella to go to the
dance, but not looking like
that.
So she needed more poof.
Ella becomes a beautiful
princess.
Cool.
Thanks, godmother.
Fairy godmother.
Oh.
VENUS: Ahem!
Oh!
Sorry.
Whoops.
VENUS: Her luxury coach and
driver await her.
But before she goes, her fairy
godmother warns her.
Be back by midnight, or else.
Okay, let's go.
I think I'd better get my
eyes checked.
Ah!
[Body thudding]
Ow.
[Playing jazzy music]
VENUS: Everybody's there,
especially the boy currently
known as Prince.
And when Ella comes in, he goes
goo-goo eyed.
Wow.
But, oh, look at the time.
CUCKOO: Five to.
Five to.
VENUS: It's almost midnight.
But I just got here.
[Venus sighing]
Very well.
You may have a short visit, but
make it snappy.
Okay.
Ella vamooses, but one of her
glass slippers, it does not
vamoose.
But the prince picks it up.
Uh, now what?
The next day, without rest or
a shower or even a change of
clothing.
Hey.
Oh, well, maybe a little
freshening up.
[Skull Boy screaming]
[Crashing]
He goes in search of the girl
who fits the slipper.
Will he find her?
I don't know.
Will she find him?
Beats me.
Will the fairy godmother poof
again?
Great.
Oh, it's all so romantic.
So, what do you think?
Be honest, I can take it.
Yeah, despite its own little
twists and turns, and a stellar
cast, it's sort of been done.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I see.
Interesting.
Will you excuse me, please?
BOTH: Of course.
[Humming]
No!
[Chandelier tinkling]
That's it, that's it.
That's not it.
[Shouting indistinctly]
VENUS: Please leave me be.
I need to be alone.
Hey, Venus, it's okay.
Your story just needs a little
juicing, that's all.
And that's where we come in.
Okay, imagine this: Ella's
moping around.
I mean, mopping around.
Oh.
When all of a sudden her
fairy godmother shows up.
Only, her fairy godmother turns
out to be Oglug of the planet
Immoculus.
[Sighing]
LEN: Yeah, and she can only
speak in her native tongue of
Immoculish.
[Speaking gibberish]
Sorry.
Maybe if you clear your throat?
Okay.
[Clearing throat]
[Speaking gibberish]
Oh, much better.
FRANK: And, instead of glass
slippers, she gives Ella, uh...
She gives Ella, uh...
That's it.
Killer.
FRANK: A pair of cool, new
Immoculean wow-wow boots.
Okay.
LEN: Ella puts them on and,
yeah!
[Ruby screaming]
She falls around and just barely
misses...
Uh...
FRANK: The handsome
superheroes Frank Man and Len
Boy.
Ah!
FRANK: Who are out on their
rounds, keeping the universe
safe for all human, vegetable
and mineral kind.
VENUS: What?
Timeout.
Superheroes?
Fairy godmother from outer
space?
Rocket-powered footwear?
This is all science fiction.
Exactly.
But where is the love, the
romance, the smoochy-smoochy?
No offence, guys.
I just don't think your story
works for me.
[Both sighing]
Oh, but don't get me wrong.
Frank Man and Len Boy do have a
certain something.
Stop the presses.
I've got the perfect idea for
you, Venus.
Yes, yes?
Picture this.
Friday night at the Gloomsville
Cabaret.
The joint, as it were, is
jumping, so to speak.
Swinging [so on and so forth] to
the sounds of the Doom Kitty 5,
minus three, plus one.
[Band playing upbeat jazz music]
When all of a sudden from the
heavens descends a fellow of
impeccable fellowosity.
Major General Poe.
And once he touches down, the
story really sets sail.
♪ I am a major general
♪ I have the hat and boot
to prove ♪
♪ I rhyme in time
and time my rhyme ♪
♪ In order to amuse
♪ Or use
I...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sorry, but "use"?
Poetic license?
[Chuckling]
Just got it renewed last month.
Poe, I love it, except for
two itsy-bitsy things:
The singing and the rest of it.
I can work with that.
[Chiming]
Oh, no!
Time is running out!
You might want to step back.
No!
VENUS: No!
[Chandelier tinkling]
Frank and Len here, Venus.
We got fresh water for you.
With the sugar cube inside.
Go away.
Venus, it is I, Poe, with a
bucket of Gloomsville
scrumpdelicious fertilizer.
[Venus sniffing]
I'm not hungry.
Hey, Venus, look who's here.
Skull Boy.
I'm sure he's got lots of great
ideas to help you.
Hey, Venus.
I'd love to help.
Really?
Sure, what do you have so
far?
Well, okay, it's a gushy
romance about a girl named Ella.
Hi.
Who loved to rock!
[Rock music playing]
Yeah!
VENUS: Her ugly step-sisters
lock her in the prison.
MISERY: And who saves her?
VENUS: Her godmother.
MISERY: Excuse me?
VENUS: Her fairy godmother.
The one with the bucket on
her head.
VENUS: And the kooky accent.
[Speaking gibberish]
FRANK: What?
LEN: It's Immoculish.
Then the major general sings.
♪ I am a major general
♪ I have a hat and boot
And Ella gets her
rocket-powered wow-wow boots.
[Screaming]
Duty calls for Frank Man...
And Len Boy.
Ah!
[Speaking gibberish]
[All screaming]
The ship is aflame!
My feet are hot.
It is a disaster!
[Sobbing]
Hanky?
It's not so bad, Venus.
Your story just needs some good
old-fashioned grounding.
Here's the setup, sweetheart.
That's me over there.
I go by the welcome mat of Skull
Spade.
It was Tuesday, and I was in a
real pickle.
Sure, I'd been down for the
count and up to my ears and over
a barrel before, but never like
this.
I needed to find that doll face,
and quick.
And all I had to go on was this
glass slipper.
Like that's easy.
I had to find the foot that fit
the slipper, and the girl that
owned the foot, before I found
that I couldn't live without
finding the foot belonging to
the girl with the foot that fit
the slipper.
But first I had to figure out
what I just said.
Okay, I love your dark and
shadowy style, Skull Boy.
But my story needs light and
colour.
That's what I'm talking about.
Too bright.
I'm out of here.
Gilbert, get ready for the
aerial loop in five...
Wait, maybe we can work
something out.
What do you think?
Oh, no!
The contest deadline is
tomorrow.
What am I going to do?
Oh, what am I--?
Hey, Venus.
Ruby?
But where am I?
You're now in my version of
your story.
Huh?
I say.
Freaky.
Cool.
It's a little different, and
goes something like this.
It's a beautiful, gloomy day.
What a beautiful, gloomy day.
And Venus, you feel great
about your story.
I feel great about my story.
You slip a piece of paper in
the typewriter.
Hold it!
Perhaps I should step out of the
room for this part.
Thanks, Misery.
I think I'll just slip this
piece of paper in the
typewriter.
And you start writing.
Fade in.
Interior.
Jungle.
Day.
[Laughing]
♪
And they lived happily ever
after.
The end.
[Clearing throat]
No!
RUBY: Venus.
[Laughing]
Surprise.
I'd just like to announce that
I've finished my screenplay, and
it is amazing.
And that's my version.
You relax, have fun and write.
What do you think?
I love it.
Okay, scoot so I can relax, have
fun and write.
[Cracking knuckles]
Now, how does that start again?
It's a beautiful gloomy day.
Way to go, Ruby.
You helped Venus find her voice.
RUBY: Yeah, but if it wasn't
for you, Iris, she wouldn't even
have a voice.
Wow, that seedling's really
typing up a storm in there.
[Laughing]
Yeah, good old Venus.
Always has to do everything
fast.
I wonder where she gets that
from.
Well, who's in the mood for a
bungee jump?
Whoa!
[Crashing]
Uh, I'm good.
SKULL BOY: Cut!
VENUS: What?
No!
More emotion, please!
[Sighing]
More emotion.
And action!
Hey, Venus, what's going on?
It's so exciting.
Skull Boy is directing my
screenplay, a romantic comedy:
Sleeveless in Gloomsville.
Oh, my little seedling's
really sprouted.
Mr. Director, they need to be
smouldering with passion.
Okay, can you be more, uh,
smouldering with passion,
Gilbert?
[Grumbling]
Yes, yes.
[Gasping]
Yes, yes!
The aerial hoop loop-de-loop.
You did it.
Way to go, Gilbert.
See?
There is a method to my madness
after all, yes?
Yes.
Moving on to the love scene
between our two big stars.
Now in this scene, you are
smouldering with passion.
Feel it.
I want you to feel it.
Ready?
Action.
Oh, very nice.
Very nice.
Ha!
That boy's got talent.
IRIS: Whee!
Tip number one: When flying your
Squig, always wear safety
goggles, because you never know
what you'll face in the air.
[Gasping]
Like a whipped cream mountain.
Mmm.
Tip number two: Always point
your Squig in the right
direction.
Whoo-hoo!
Uh-oh.
This is the wrong direction!
Ah!
And finally, tip number three:
Never, but never jump off a
moving Squig unless you want to
have even more fun.
Whee!
Oh!
And you already worked it out
with your Squig.
Hi yo Squig, away!
♪