Serenifi: Great Scott! Part I: Scene 3
(Cut to Tranquility Coyote-La-Fume arriving at the Acme Mall on her skateboard, where she waits for a few seconds, before being approached by an enormous truck surrounded by fog because... Reasons. Wait, that's no truck! It's a Blockbuster store on wheels! Tranquility observes this mind-f***ing sight, before a blond rabbit in a pink-and-black skin-tight suit pops out of the entrance.)
Lexi: Well, this is it. The one experiment I've been waiting for my whole life.
Tranquility: ... A Blockbuster store?
Lexi: Uh, you DID notice it was on f***ing WHEELS, right? Whatever, roll the camera.
(Tranquility boots up the camera, before pointing it at Lexi.)
Lexi: Good evening. I'm Lexi Bunny, and I'm standing in the parking lot of the Acme Mall. Out in the open. With just my friend. And no one passing by, noticing the mobile store behind me. This is experiment number one. (Takes a toaster oven inside the store, plugs it in, places two pieces of sourdough bread inside, and sets the temperature, before exiting.) If my calculations are correct, when this toaster toasts toast at 88 degrees Fahrenheit... Stop laughing. ... You're gonna see some serious shit.
(The two females observe the toaster within, as it starts brightening up and turning red, before we see some sparks surrounding the building, and it immediately disappears in a mili-second, leaving behind a rectangle of fire. Tranquility is understandably appalled, while Lexi is ecstatic.)
Lexi: Ha! WHAT'D I TELL YOU?! 88 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!!!
(Cut to the two now-toasted pieces of bread spiraling, before collapsing.)
Tranquility: Jesus Christ, you inexplicably disintegrated the last Blockbuster in the world! Now how will prove to our future generation that it actually existed?
Lexi: First of all, I'M part of the future generation, remember? Second, it's completely fine! I've sent it one minute into the future!
Tranquility: Wait, wait. Are you telling me you built a time-machine... Out of a Blockbuster store?
Lexi: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time-machine, do it with some style. As well as something no-one will think of using for ANYTHING. (Looks at watch.) Outta the way. (Pushes the canine-mustelid hybrid aside, just in time for the building to land out of nowhere, before stepping inside to turn the toaster off, and receiving a mild burn on her hand.) Lemme show you how it works. First, you turn on the time-circuits. (Operates a cash register, which displays 3 sets of dates.) They show where you're going, where you've been, and where you are now. Let's say you wanna witness the Big Bang. (Punches in the date: 9/24/2007.) Or the time the Video Game Industry nearly died. (Punches in the date: 12/??/1982.) Or THIS controversial date: 9/17/2005. The day my universe was invented. Then shunned two years later because of some whiny Internet users... Anyway, THIS... (Points to a familiar device.) Is the Flux Capacater. It's what makes time-travel possible. Unfortunately, it doesn't run on gasoline, it requires something more rare. It relies on two things: One, anything, or one, that's under the temperature of 88 degrees Fahrenheit, and two, these. (Carries a pile of papers.) THESE are scripts of Internet fan-fiction that were ultimately confiscated by their respective source material's studios for quote-unquote "Copyright Infringement". Code name for "Status Quo Is God, And No-One But Us Can Decide What Happens". (Carefully inserts one of the papers inside the cash register while wearing a hazmat mask.) Well, that's it. I'm off to the future. Hopefully, there'll be some hand-drawn revival, if you know what I mean. I mean, that "MLP" movie looks promising.
Tranquility: OK, well... Look me up when you get there.
Lexi: (Nods, before opening the door.) I, Lexi Bunny, am about to embark on a historic journey. Without a single suspicion that this will lead me on a three-film-long realization that will change my view of life. What'm I thinking? I almost forgot extra scripts! How would I get back here?
(Cut to a truck approaching the Mall.)
Lexi: Oh my god. They found me. I don't know how, but they found me. Seriously, they shouldn't know where I am without reading this script, unless they... Ohhhh... RUN FOR IT TRANK!
Tranquility: Who is it?
Lexi: WHO DO YOU THINK?! THE EXECS!
Tranquility: (As a human in a suit fires a pie-baooka at them.) HOLY SHIT!
Lexi: I'll keep them busy! (Aims her energy-stored ears at them.) Shit! Curse these inconveniently empty weapons!
(Cut to Lexi being cornered by the execs, before raising her hands in an "I surrender" pose, then having a pie fired at her, instantly replacing her face with that of those annoying red You-Tube "Sorry-About-That" screens.)
Tranquility: OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED LEXI! YOU BASTARDS!
(The exec aims the weapon at Tranquility, but merely clicks.)
Exec: Curse these inconveniently empty weapons!
(Tranquility races inside the store, before nailing the entrance with a bunch of wooden planks, which have the text: "In case of attack, nail at every door.", before racing behind the counter.)
Tranquility: Can't believe my friend's dead... Oh, look. "Ghost-bangers"! (Grasps a tape portraying a pale-white arctic vixen with a just-right-sized rack within a red cross-circle. Cut to the front of the counter, where we see a pair of black Mary-Jane shoes, a pair of plain-white socks, a matching shirt, a light-blue skirt, a plain-white undershirt, and a pair of frilly white panties being flung off. We then hear some moans and gasps of pleasure, as a brown-furred foot stretches out, and touches the buttons of the cash register, punching in the date: 7/28/1997. Cut back to behind the counter, where we see the young coyote-skunk-fox hybrid rapidly rubbing one hand between her legs, and the other on her underage chest. Cut to outside, where we see some sparks surrounding the building, as the execs continue shooting pies at it, until it disappears into thin air. Cut back inside, where Tranquility is suddenly flung to the ceiling, as everything inside floats around, then, after half-a-minute, they all collapse back onto the floor.)
To be continued...