Quarantined/Transcript

This is a transcript of the episode Quarantined. It's still under construction.

Transcript

Donald: Guys, I need to prep you for a very important mission, and to demonstrate, Leo--

Leo: Anh-Danh. Mission Specialist Dooley. Will be adding a little more audio-visual “pizzazzle” to the usual snooze-fest. Hey, you want a show? Kick in the dough.

Donald: Tonight I’m sending you to gather intelligence.

Chase: Oh, you hear that, Adam? You’d better bring a big basket.

Donald: Leo. I was satellite-scouting industrial sites when I found this warehouse that I think is a front for environmental criminals. See these barrels? They’re full of toxic chemicals. They’re expensive to dispose of properly, so they’re probably just gonna dump them into the sea.

Leo: Which could harm ocean life and obliterate the coastline.

Bree: (laughing) Owen, you are so sweet. Yes, I will “Bree” your valentine. See, he took my name and--

Chase: Yeah, we got it.

Adam: Even I got it. (turns to Donald and Leo) I didn’t get it.

Donald: What is going on?

Adam: She’s talking to Owen again.

Chase: He’s an artist, and he claims that Bree is his muse.

Donald: Well, I for one, am not a-mused.

Leo: (plays “Wah-wah-wah” tone)

Donald: Gimme that! And you, off the phone!

Bree: Ugh! Fine. Just tell us what you invented, what went wrong, and how long till it blows up.

Donald: Look ,the police cannot bust these guys without evidence, so I need you to sneak in there and gather samples. Show ‘em the barrel. Now, there’s only one safe way to get the samples, and Leo…

Leo: Ahem.

Donald: Sorry. Mission Specialist Dooley will demonstrate. First, take the canister and attach it to the spout. Push down and turn 45 degrees…

Leo: (growling with exertion)

Donald: ...to create an airtight seal. Then pull the handle.

Bree: (laughing) LOL, Owen!

Donald: Bree!

Bree: Come on! Why do I have to pay attention all the time? (points to Adam) Strong. (points to Chase) Smart. (points to herself) Fast. Let’s just do this already. (superspeeds and crashes into door)

Donald: Bree, how many times have I told you? No texting while super speeding!

. . .

Adam: You know, for a shady warehouse, this place has a fantastic vending machine.

Chase: Where is Bree? If Mr. Davenport finds out she’s late for a mission, she’s gonna be in big trouble.

(text indicator beeps)

Adam: Oh, she just texted me. She’s with Owen. I love this game! I’m… with… Chase.

Chase: (slaps phone out of Adam’s hand) Man. It’s gonna take forever to get these samples without Bree’s help. Now, put your gloves on and grab a canister.

Bree: Hey guys. Guess what.

Adam: You had a collision with a poodle on a tricycle who works at a paint store.

Bree: No. Owen made this for me. He says the tire tracks represent how we’re all wheels in society’s machine. Okay, whatever. I don’t get it either, but the important thing is that he made it for me.

Chase: Hey, hey, this is serious. You’re late, and you’re not even in your mission suit.

Adam: Yeah! How are we supposed to know you’re even on our team?

Bree: Can we just hurry up? Give me your gloves, stand guard, and get out of my way.

Chase: Mm. Bossy.

Bree: “Hey, Bree, what’d you do this weekend?” “Oh, nothing. Just collected smelly chemicals with my stupid brothers. It was super fun.”

(text indicator beeps)

Bree: That’s Owen! Aww! He said hi! (coughing) There. Done. All right. (throws gloves at Chase) I’m going back to Owen. He’s gonna go paint a portrait of me.

Adam: Ooh, really? It’s gonna hurt when he rides his bike all over your face.

Bree: Later, losers.

Chase: Bree, don’t run that way or you’ll…

(Klaxon blares)

Chase: ...set off the security alarm. Quick! We gotta get outta here! Forget it! Let’s go!

. . .

Donald: Wake up! I want a complete debriefing of what went wrong last night without any giggling when I use the word, “debriefing”.

Leo: (laughing)

Donald: Guys, you failed the mission. What happened?

(Klaxon blares)

Donald: (to Bree) Get back in your capsule! Get back in! The system is detecting a high level of contamination in Bree’s capsule.

Bree: What? That’s ridiculous. How could my capsule be…? Ohh.

Chase: Ohh, what? What is “Ohh”?

Adam: Duh! “O’s” the second letter in the number 10. (snickers)

Donald: Bree, is it possible you were exposed to something toxic on the mission?

Leo: Oh, it certainly was. According to this, Bree’s mission suit never left her capsule last night. (synthesized voice) ♪ Buh-buh-buh busted! ♪

Donald: Why weren’t you wearing your mission suit?

Chase: Oh, I’ll tell you why. Because she was out with Owen. She showed up late, contaminated herself, and then set off the alarm.

Bree: And you wonder why no one at school likes you.

Donald: Until I figure out exactly what you were exposed to, the capsule should counteract the effects of your contamination, but you are quarantined until further notice.

Bree: Quarantined? But Owen’s having a big art show at school tonight!

Donald: You are not leaving that capsule until Adam and Chase get back in that warehouse and figure out exactly what you were exposed to.

Adam: Besides Owen’s bad art?

Chase: Great. Now that we’ve set off the alarm, getting past security’s gonna be even harder. How are we gonna get in?

Donald: The same way I’m standing right here, and you can’t see me!

Leo: How’d you do that?

Adam: (gasps) He’s a witch!

Donald: It’s my new spatial micro-projection technology.

Adam: Dude, I know witchcraft, and you’re a witch.

Donald: No, I’m not! This device scans your environment and uses a matrix of light projections to create a virtual environment you can hide behind! Tah-dah! I invented it as a 3-D modeling engine for space telescopes.

Adam: Aha! So he’s a space witch! (grits teeth) Those are the worst kind.

. . .

Chase: Distract the guard for a second so I can scan and project the room’s image.

Adam: How?

Chase: I don’t know. Throw something in the trash can to make a noise so he’ll look the other way.

Adam: (picks up chair)

Chase: Adam, not a chair! Something small!

Adam: (picks up Chase)

Chase: Really?

Adam: I’m just kidding. About throwing you, not about you being small. (holds up granola bar) Ha!

(clatter)

Guard: What’s that? Who’s there? I’ve got pepper spray! (looks at label) Make that breath spray!

Adam: This is so cool. He can’t even see us.

Guard: (gasping) It is pepper spray! Aaahhh! (runs away)

. . .

Chase: Foxtrot alpha pickle. Are you receiving audio, Mr. Davenport?

Donald: Copy that, Pickle. Okay, Bree said the dangerous chemical she was exposed to came from a barrel with a green label on it.

Chase: Copy that. We’re looking for a green label.

Adam: Yeah, Bree’s not gonna make it.

Chase: Wait a second. Bree said she wasn’t wearing her gloves when she got contaminated. I’ve got her fingerprints stored in my database. I’ll use my print recognition app to get a match. Yes! I found it. It’s called neurothroxin. Is that bad?

Donald: Aaahhh!

Chase: So, bad, then?

Donald: It’s terrible! Exposure to neurothroxin interrupts the connection between the brain and the muscles. There is no telling what it’ll do to her bionics.

Chase: So what do we do?

Donald: Well, I can synthesize an antidote, but you have to get me a sample, and the effects become permanent after 24 hours, so hurry up!

(projector turns off)

Chase: Dude, I think the battery just died.

Adam: Oh, gimme that. (slaps projector) (light flashes in eyes) Ohhh! Ohhh! I’m blinded!

Guard: (runs in) Freeze! Break-in in warehouse five! Unauthorized scuba divers!

Donald: Oh, boy.

Chase: Adam, the guard’s gonna catch us! Hit him with your super strength.

Adam: But I can’t see!

Chase: I’ll tell you when to swing. Now!

Adam: (punches Chase) Did I get him?

Chase: Adam, be careful, the floor is covered in ice.

Adam: What do I do?

Chase: Run!

Adam: (slips and falls)

Chase: The other way!

. . .

Donald: Ah, Leo, I need help.

Leo: I know, but this is not a one-man job. I’m gonna have to bring in a life coach.

Donald: I have to go rescue Adam and Chase. Keep Bree in her capsule. Don’t let her out, or the effects of her contamination will manifest.

Leo: Go on your mission, Big D. I got this.

. . .

(Klaxon blares; Bree is not in her capsule)

Leo: I had this.

*I will try to finish this transcript asap ☺*