Serenifi: Great Scott! Part III: Scene 4
(Cut to Tranquility awakening in bed.)
Familiar Accented Voice: You OK?
Tranquility: Oh, I'm fine... I had a horrible nightmare... I traveled through time, and there were Disney sequels everywhere...
FAV: What's Disney?
Tranquility: ......... We're doing THIS bit again, aren't we?
(Cut to a black-and-white-with-a-hint-of-grey female skunk with beady eyes and a hair bow just as she lights a candle.)
FAV (Now in an Irish accent): Name's La-Fume. Fiona La-Fume. *Suddenly holds gun at the screen as a familiar action theme sounds* What's your name?
Tranquility: Co... Johansson. Scarlet Johansson.
Fiona: Well, you really hit your head back there, Ms. Johansson. But don't worry a bit. Mis E. R. E. Coyote is an expert in tending to bumped heads. He should know, his son Wile E. was ramblin' on about fallin' down cliffs tryin' to catch a wee bird. Matter-of-fact, he's the first-born branch of the Coyote tree to do so here in America.
(Cut to Tranquility, Fiona, and an assortment of other skunks, young and old, at the table.)
Francis La-Fume (French Accent): Tell ya what, Johansson? I'll let you stay in the barn tonight. Think you'll find it real damn comfortable. Then you can go look for your bunny friend in the mornin'. Just follow the railroad tracks to town, and you'll have no future troubles. *Starts cradling a crying skunk kit* Oh, Fabienne, sh-sh-sh...
Fiona: Francis. A word with you.
Francis: Here. *Hands Fabienne to Tranquility, before heading into another room with Fiona*
Fiona: You sure about this? Lettin' a stranger into our home? Lass doesn't even have a horse. Or hat.
Francis: I just think it's the right thing to do. Lookit how the kit takes to'er. *Signals to Tranquility breastfeeding Fabrienne* She never takes to strangers. It's almost like she's... Connected to us. Like she somehow traveled back in time, mocking a successful media...
THE NEXT DAY
(Cut to Tranquility walking around Acme Acres- 1917 edition, where she sees various stores with the words "Weenie Saloon", "Acme Acres Convenience Store For The Sake Of Inspiring Old-Fashioned Tourist Attractions" and "Acme Italian Food Trade". Cut to her entering the saloon.)
Drunk Guy #1: Well, lookie here! Ol' Kitty's late!
Drunk Guy #2: Why didn't ye tell me the circus was in town?
Drunk Guy #3: Well, I thought you'd assume that from this gal's funny big eyes!
Bartender: Can I get'cha somethin'?
Tranquility: Water, please.
Bartender: Well, you gotta get a gulp from the trawl there. We only got's whisky. And any other drink that causes steam to comedically shoot from anyone's ears. Why don't'cha take a swag 'fore yer performin'?
(Tranquility looks above, before we cut to a live-action man with glasses and a beard pouring milk from a glass into a carton.)
LAM: For God's sake, how many times do you have to look to me? This is a ****ing work of fiction! If anyone takes some inspiration to commit something, that's their own fault! I mean... Go ahead. I don't even know if this existed in the early 1900s.
(Cut back to Tranquility, who then drinks a glass of whisky, before steam briefly emits from her ears. She then forms a seductive smile as her eyes change color. Cut to the young hybrid whispering to a guy at the piano, before stepping onto the stage. Cut to the piano guy doing the old "knuckle-stretching" exercise, then playing a slow, soothing tune.)
Tranquility: *Sings "For Your Eyes Only", while dancing, and stripping, before the drunkards, until she is completely nude once again.*
Familiar Voice: Hey La-Fume! I thought I done told you never to come 'ere!
(Cut to the owner of that voice, Monty Max, along with his typical henchmen.)
Monty: Wait... Yer not Fiona. Though that ugly tail sure fooled me! *Grabs Tranquility by the tail* Was she in a 'fair with that Coyote feller? What's yer name?
Tranquility: Johansson. Scarlet Johansson. *Grabs gun and shoots at the screen, which then leaks transparent blood, while the same familiar action theme plays*
Monty: What kinda stupid name, or move, is that?
Henchman #1: I say she's the main attraction of that ol' circus that's apparently in town. Just take a gander at these sharp listeners. *Pokes at Tranquility's fox ears*
Monty: *While holding a gun to the bartender* I'm lookin' for that no-good cheatin' bunny. Oh, and the blond rabbit who owns the bookstore.
Bartender: Sorry, haven't seen 'er Mr. Max.
Tranquility: Max? You're Bad Fog Max!
Monty: Bad Fog? Nobody calls me Bad Fog! 'Specially not some skunk freak! *Starts shooting at her feet* NOW DANCE PARTNER!
(Cut to Tranquility performing that dance from "Napoleon Dynamite", before stomping on a floorboard, sending it straight to the man-child's crotch, then racing out of the saloon.)
(Cut to Tranquility running through the village, with Monty and his gang hot on her tail.)
Tranquility: OW! MY TAIL! OW! MY TAIL! IT BURNS! DON'T BRING UP THAT PUG-FACED SELF-PROCLAIMED LORD OF DARKNESS! *Cue lasso whip* ULP!
(Cut to Monty and his gang by the Barnes And Noble, where they're now lifting Tranquility by her roped neck, tightening the lasso, leaving her struggling for air.)
Monty: Haven't had an old-fashioned execution in...
BANG!
(Cut to Tranquility landing on the ground, safe and sound, before the following subtitles appear at the bottom:)
Fun Fact: Michael J. Fox almost died in this scene! We apologize for ruining your childhood.
(Cut to a hooded blonde female rabbit holding a large makeshift rifle.)
Monty: Hey, yer that bunny gal who owes me!
Lexi: For what?
Monty: You said that "Moby Cock" novel was in pristine condition, and lookit here! *Holds up a copy of said book, with an assortment of pages spilling out*
Lexi: I never said that!
Monty: *Signals to a sign right outside the store, with the words "TEAR-AND-WEAR-FREE!" Printed*
Lexi: *Brings out a life-sized magnifying glass, then moves it before the sign, where the word "ALMOST" is written in a tiny font above the larger statement* If you've got a problem with your book, I can have it fixed by tomorrow.
Monty: But I dunno where the loose pages belong!
Lexi: Well that's YOUR problem!
Monty: Nope. It's yours. One of these days, when your back is turned, you'll find a bullet in it. I could do it now, but apparently I'm s'pposed to let you two reunite. *Leaves with his goons*
Lexi: Tranquility, I specifically told you NOT to come here. Oh, well, it's good to have you back.
TO BE CONTINUED...