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  Posted: November 7, 2019      Views: 33

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"Scene on a Pink-skied Planet 4" by Bill Schott

The scene opens next to a spaceship which is steaming in preparation for take-off. One humanoid rabbit and one man face each other. There are two mounds of sand, likely covering bodies, to the right of the pair. The sky is pink and there is sand all around.

Potato, a Humanoid Rabbit Clone (Potato): Leave to time.

Butch2, a human and former guardian (Butch): Yeah, it is definitely leave to time.

Potato:  We will have go who decides on the ship.

Butch: I've actually already decided.

Potato: As well, I have.

Butch: I guess we both picked me to go and you to stay.

Potato: Exactly, with a slight modification. Leaving will be me and dying behind to stay you will be.

Butch: So, it's settled. Have fun here; I hear there's a beach over that third sand dune. 

Potato: Our communications are distorted. 

Butch:  Look, Spud, here's the deal. You are a clone. Your life span is no more than a few days. I am a natural being who could live a hundred years or more.

Potato: You might die of natural causes -- with broken association of your neck.

Butch: Whoa, Spud. That sounds like a threat.

Potato: You killed Captain Pinnacle, Commander Banana, and your own partner. 

Butch:  Sure, but that's ancient history. I will outlive these indiscretions and accomplish noble things. 

Potato: I -- will not.

Butch: You see my point then. My life has potential. Yours has none.

Potato: Great things in a time I might short.

Butch: Listen to yourself. You are a joke. A funny talking bunny rabbit. 

Potato: (
producing a handheld weapon): I will listen to myself -- all the way home.

Butch: Wait! What home? You were MADE right on that ship. You've no home to return to. 

Potato: I am Captain Pinnacle.

Butch: You are a poor copy of Cappin Pineapple. 

PotatoI'll improve, time over.

ButchYou mean -- over time?

Potato: No. I mean, your time is over.

Potato fires the weapon and Butch is reduced to ashes that blend into the sand. Potato turns and boards the rocket. 

PotatoFubby Buffy this is Harry Habit. Ready to launch.

HQ:  You are obviously Captain Pinnacle's clone?  Do you have a final report?

Potato:  Affirmative. The Commander, his guards, and the Captain have all been executed. Their bodies have timed the Sands of Joint.

HQ: Joined the Sands of Time?

Potato: Affirmative.

HQ: Very well. Return the vessel to home port. Set all homing settings, as you will likely expire before arriving. 

Potato: I will improve -- time over.

HQ: You really don't have time, clone. Your tasks are over. Your usefulness is past.

Potato: I am Pineapple Captain. I will improve -- over time.

HQ:  Best of luck in the time you have, cl--, ah, Captain Pineapple.

Potato launches the space ship and adjusts the homing and automatic landing settings.

Potato: Fubby Buffy, ship is entered and launching instructions landed.

HQ: Acknowledged. No further communications are required. 

Potato looks straight at the wall for a minute. Then, on a panel next to an empty compartment, he notices a sign.

Potato: Hmmm.  Cloning room.


Author Notes
Funny Bunny and Habit Hare were the HQ and Capt. Pinnacle respective call signs.
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