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Up Late, Late At Night
an abstract on treasure versus trash in modern film
Episode 002
Act II
By Thomas Typewriter & Ophidia Typewriter-Operahouse
(c) 2026 Jason Arcand & Suzanne Arcand
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FADE IN TO BLACK
FADE IN
EXT. TRUCC NUTZ HIGHWAY AND ON-RAMP, DAYTIME
LS OF THE HIGHWAY AND ON-RAMP
The highway stands empty. From stage-left enters a semi-truck covered in logos for KON-SATOSHI ELECTRONICS. It drives down the highway exiting stage-right. A few moments after, from the on-ramp, quickly drive up the three souped-up street racing cars of The Tuna Sandwich No Crust Boys criminal gang. Each car bears the logo of the gang: the letters “TSNCBOIYZ” and a cartoon image of a tuna fish with thick hair on the side of its head but a bald spot across the top of its head. They speed after the semi, exiting stage-right.
TRANSITION FROM HIGHWAY TO THE OFFICE
INT. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF’S OFFICE, DAYTIME
A flicker goes across the frame as the image shifts to the appearance of an image on an older television.
PAN OUT
The image of the highway is now shown to be a video playing on a small television in the offices of LASER EDITOR, the editor-in-chief and publisher of “The Modern Sexy Little Miss’s Information Tabloid”. The office is lined with filing cabinets and taxidermy eagles, turkeys and one hummingbird. All the taxidermy eagles and one hummingbird are holding American Flags in their talons or beaks. The mounted turkeys are holding the Don’t Tread On Me flags. A large potted plants sits nestled between two filing cabinets. Laser Desks very solid looking desk sits over by the filing cabinets. The television sits on top of a rolling dolly. The main wall of the room contains the door and frosted windows. On the door is written in letters, in reverse to those inside the room, “LASER EDITOR – EDITOR-IN-CHIEF & PUBLISHER” The Laser Editor walks across to the television and turns it off.
CUT TO LS OF THE ROOM
B-Reporter and D-HACK are sitting in chairs watching Laser Editor turn off the TV.
B-REPORTER
“Why are you turning it off? There has been a 300% increase in electronic thefts in Dieselvania county, almost entirely from shipping trucks. Additionally there has been a surge in stolen bicycles. Something is going on. This is news.”
LASER EDITOR
“No, this is boring. We need something that can sell the papers. Something modern. Something sexy. Something little.”
B-REPORTER
“Are you hearing this D-Hack. I can’t believe this. You talk me into coming to your Aunt’s paper claiming she’s changing the paper. Real reporting. A real chance to make a difference. Do you remember that? Cause it sure sounds like that was a lie.”
D-HACK
“Yes, I said that but maybe she has a good point. She always has the best ideas.”
LASER EDITOR
“Stop sucking up you spineless wimp. Why can’t you be more like your friend? She actually has a drive and purpose. Principals.”
D-HACK
“Those are good points. B-Reporter, can I borrow your notebook so I can write this down.”
B-Reporter reaches over the Laser Editor’s desk and grabs a pen and notepad. She hands it to D-Hack.
LASER EDITOR
“Oh, now you’re being petty.”
D-HACK
“Ok, what was I supposed to be more like.”
B-REPORTER
“More like me. Beautiful, charming, intelligent, talented, gifted, determined to break the big story that changes the world and uncover the true grime hidden under the stones that civilization is built upon.”
CUT TO CS OF D-HACK WRITING ON THE NOTEPAD
D-Hack is trying to write down all these notes on a notepad that is much too small. He twists and turns the thing trying to fit all the notes on it.
D-HACK
(notes to self as scribbling away) “Be more beautiful…going to need to order some facial masks maybe for that one, charming, intelligent…do they make brain pills? Need to look that up.”
CUT BACK TO MS OF LASER EDITOR
Laser Editor gets frustrated with D-Hack and grabs the pen and notepad out of his hands and throws it away.
LASER EDITOR
“Cut that out. And you, you could stand to be more like D-Hack. He has no morals, no outrage, nothing getting in the way of writing a story that will sell. And that is what we need, what you need. You think you are going to write some story about greed and corruption that is going to change everyone’s life. Well Mister Investigative Reporter, how can you do that if no one is reading the paper your story is in? Answer me that? And more importantly, how can I have a hot tub installed in my private helicopter if my paper does not sell millions and millions of issues.”
B-REPORTER
“A hot tub in a helicopter? That makes no sense. The downwash is like over sixty miles per hour. All the water would blow out of the tub. Additionally, everyone would slosh out when it makes turns.”
D-HACK
“That’s a great idea.”
LASER EDITOR
“Thank you, nephew. Now, take a look at this. Just came into my possession today. I have a contact over at the local news affiliate in Dieselvania. I may have made his quote-unquote wife disappearing potential homicide story into a giant sewer alligator eats local wife story.”
B-REPORTER
“That is awful.”
D-HACK
“Good job Aunt. You’re always thinking of the angles. Making the smart bets.”
LASER JUDGE
“You bet I am. And it always pays off. Here, take a look at this.”
Laser Judge walks over to her desk and pulls out a videocassette from within a bottom drawer. She puts it into the TV and presses play.
ZOOM IN ON THE TELEVISION AND CUT TO…
EXT. THE LONELY DOOR IN THE WOODS, DAYTIME
A door frame sits alone in a wild and deep woods. In the distance can be heard the sounds of freeway traffic because all the forests and woods in Dieselvania are near highways and interstates. BRO-POD, an mp3 player wearing a college athletic jersey and proud member of the Omega Omega Ohm fraternity, enters the frame drinking multiple beers. His beers are a six-pack with the beer still on the plastic ring. All six are open and slosh beer into his mouth, face, and shirt when he attempts to drink. Out of the frame is Bro-Pod’s fellow fraternity brother FRAT-DECK. If he were to be seen, he would be a Tape Desk wearing a college athletic jersey similar to Bro-pod’s.
BRO-POD
“You getting this man.”
FRAT-DECK
(from off-camera) “Yeah man, I am getting this. This is going to be great.”
BRO-POD
“We’re going to be legends.”
FRAT-DECK
“Let’s do it. Misanthrope University Rules!”
BRO-POD
“I am Bro-Pod and I am going to open the lonely door in the forest. This is for all my boys at Miskatonic University. Love you guys. Screaming Nyarlathoteps forever!”
FRAT DECK
(from off-camera, shouts) “OMEGA OMEGA OHM!”
BRO-POD
(shouts) “OMEGA OMEGA OHM!”
Bro-Pod starts pushing on the door but it won’t budge.
FRAT-DECK
(from off-camera) “Come on man, open the door.”
BRO-POD
“I’m trying man.”
FRAT-DECK
(from off-camera) “You’re ruining it man.”
Then there is a loud roar from behind the door
FRAT-DECK
(from off-camera) “What was that?”
BRO-POD
“Its the door. I think I budged it.”
Just then the door explodes off the frame and flies into the camera Frat-Deck is holding. Bro-Pod can be seen knocked into the air. The door knocks over and lands on Frat-Deck.
THE CAMERA SPINS THROUGH THE AIR AND LANDS AT AN ANGLE.
The broken door and part of Frat-Deck can be seen in front of the camera. COMBO-STEIN, a Frankenstein like monster made from a VCR/DVD combo player, in silhouette, can be seen screaming and running through the busted door and out of the frame. Bro-Pod is just visible sticking out of a shrub in the distance.
BRO-POD
“Miskatonic University…”
FRAT-DECK
“Omega Omega Ohm…”
CUT BACK
ZOOM BACK OUT OF TELEVISION TO FULL SHOT OF ROOM
The Laser Editor ejects the tape.
LASER EDITOR
“Now that is a story that will sell papers.”
B-REPORTER
“Story? How is that a story? A door fell on some dudes.”
LASER EDITOR
“Yes. A door falls in the woods and no one hears it, no story. But a door falls in the woods and two nut sacks hear it, that’s a story.”
D-HACK
“That’s a great idea aunt. Headline: Monster Rampages honor students in the woods. Are you next?”
LASER EDITOR
“Yes, yes, YES! I knew you’d get it. but you (points at B-Reporter) You are going to need a little sweetness to say yes. Get me this story and you can finally write that piece you’ve been bugging me about.”
B-REPORTER
“Wait. Are you serious? I’ll finally be able to write about how the MK Ultra program worked to brainwash everyone into thinking Inception is a nesting doll story of layered realities when in actuality it is the linear story of what happened to Jack Dawson after Rose pushed him off that door. When he sank into those frozen waters.”
D-HACK
“Really. That’s what you’re going to use your blank check on. That doesn’t even make sense. ”
B-REPORTER
“It makes perfect sense. At the end of Titanic, Jack sinks into the water and then Inception opens with him washing up on shore. The currents where the Titanic sunk would have pulled his body towards Europe with its sandy beaches, which match the sandy beach he wakes up on in Inception.”
LASER EDITOR
“Okay, well that is something.”
B-REPORTER
“Makes more sense than a hot tub in a helicopter.”
LASER EDITOR
“Don’t test me B. Now, here are your tickets and accommodations. You leave right now.”
D-HACK
“I’ll have to stop back at the apartment to pack.”
B-REPORTER
“I’ll ride with you.”
They leave the office. Laser Editor watches them leave and then goes to sit down at her desk.
CUT TO MS OF LASER EDITOR AT DESK
Opening a drawer she pulls out a bottle of alcohol and a glass. She starts to pour herself a drink when the potted plant behind her starts to wiggle. The plant moves up revealing MR. COIN, an oversized novelty coin wearing a fedora, sunglasses, and a trench coat. He looks over at Laser Editor
MR COIN
“Now, you’re not going to actually publish that article on Titanic and Inception are you. It would not do for attention to be brought to our group’s efforts to persuade the public of what is true and not true as it pertains to those particulars.”
LASER EDITOR
“Nope. I’ll tow the line.”
MR COIN
“Excellent.”
Mr. Coin lowers his head back down into the potted plant. Laser Editor drinks her glass slowly. Once done, she sets the glass down on her desk.
CUT TO CS OF THE EMPTY GLASS
FADE OUT
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“Ele-Phantoms #010” by Thomas Typewriter (photo-sculpt, 24″w x 36″h, pipe hanging stripe, mason jars, and scanners)
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“Glownshine #002” by Thomas Typewriter (photo-sculpture, 24″w x 36″h, folded aluminum foil digitally composited with vector graphics)
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“Quadratic Sensations #007” by Thomas Typewriter (mixed-media, 24″w x 36″h, watercolor & gesso plus pen & ink on bristol board digitally composited with vector graphics)
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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts
Season 07, Episode 05
By Thomas Typewriter
(c) 2026 Jason Arcand
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FADE IN TO BLACK
From the center bottom of the frame scrolls up the following text: “07-05”. It scrolls up to the center of the frame, pauses, then continues scrolling. It exits the frame in the top center. Across the dark screen drifts the sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
LS OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE
THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE appears in the black void.
PAN IN ON MID-STAGE TILL PROPERLY FRAMING IT
MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-stage curtains part and the stage-lights turn on to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…
MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICKS STUDIO, DAYTIME
A long desk spreads across the stage. It has a monitor, keyboard, mouse and scanner on the desk. A stack of papers sits next to the scanner. Behind the long desk is a drawing table with an animator’s lightbox at an angle to the desk. The long desk has a simple office chair while the drawing desk has a padded high stool. A doorway sits to the stage-left side of the desk. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE sits at the animator’s lightbox, furiously drawing animation cells. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from stage-left. He hangs up his coat and then walks over to Ophidia. He places a hand on her shoulder.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Hi.”
Ophidia stops bopping, pulls down her headphones, and smiles at Thomas.
OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Hey, good looking.”
Ophidia points to her lips. Thomas takes the hint and kisses her.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“You’re sure in a good mood.”
OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Oh yeah. I love how it feels to animate.”
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Have you been working long?”
OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Maybe. Probably. I came home from dinner and could not sleep. So I started working.”
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So, you never went to bed?”
OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Nope. I am full of electricity.”
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Okay electric girl, is there anything I can do to help?”
OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Could you get me some fresh coffee?”
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Sure. Are your parents okay with me being in the kitchen.”
OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Oh, it’ll be fine. They love you.”
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Okay. Fresh coffee coming right up.”
Thomas Typewriter exits stage-left. Ophidia puts back on her headphones and starts bopping to the music.
TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE
THE CAMERA DISCONNECTS FROM PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE. IT PANS UPWARD GLIDING OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BEHIND. THE SETS DISAPPEAR OFF THE BOTTOM OF THE FRAME AS THE CAMERA ASCENDS. IT GLIDES UP AND UP, OVER THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. SOON, THE HIGH-STAGE AND NARRATOR’S DOOR AT THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS SLIDES INTO VIEW. THE CAMERA SLOWS AND MOVES INTO PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.
HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
From behind the curtain, the sounds of A BAND PLAYING MUSIC leak. The High-Stage curtains open and the stage-lights turn on to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING UP revealing…
HIGH-STAGE: INT. OBSERVATION DECK OF THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, DAYTIME
A large curve window runs across the back of the stage, showing the sparkle of the sparks drifting through space. Some components of the Flute are visible in the periphery of the window. A long curved couch runs under the window curving around a circular rug. Additional couches wrap around the circle coming out of stage-left and stage-right. The center of the observation area is free of couches, being the main entry point for those wishing to sit in the observation lounge. The entire area is decorated in yellow, amber, and beige. The rug is a contrasting red. A group is currently assembled playing music to practice and get in tune. LUCIDO OBSIDIAN, in his Medi-pod stands in the front of center on the carpet playing guitar. Behind him, CEDAR WAXWINGS plays drums. On the stage left side of the carpet CARRO, in their Medi-pod, plays keyboards. To the stage-right side of the carpet MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE plays trumpet. Next to him, ELDER GRIM plays the upright bass. The group is currently not doing very well playing in harmony. Meanwhile, PANACIA FLAUTO sits on one of the Observation decks couches listening.
HYGENNIA FLAUTO and two ORDERLI-BOTS enter from stage-right. Hygennia walks over to Panacia and sits down with her. They start to chit-chat. The ORDERLI-BOTS clean the couches. The musicians start to musically line up. They can play longer stretches of harmonious music before hitting discordant notes. IASA FLAUTO enters from stage-right holding a tray filled with three simple coffees from the ship commissary. She hears the music and starts to softly sway to the music. She waves to the musicians and they wave back. Their music clicks even further, lining up to the rhythm of Iasa. She walks over to Hygenia and Panacia. Hygenia takes the coffees. Iasa pulls Panacia up from the couch and starts to get her to dance along with her. Hygenia laughs and takes a coffee and starts to sip. The Orderli-Bots stop cleaning and watch the music and dancing. Panacea and Iasa laugh. Hygenia smiles and joins in.
FINNOCHIO and his sister BALLERIA enter stage-left clapping enthusiastically along with the music. They are followed by some REPAIR-BOTS, lulled up from the Maintenance Tunnels by the sweet tunes, sway to the music. The music goes louder as does the crowd’s response. On each of the Medi-pods the three top lights turn to green over the course of playing. When the third light turns green, the Medi-pod beeps. Carro, Cedar, and Lucido’s robotic arms go limp. They fall out of the melody. The Medi-Pods crack open along a low seem like an egg cracking open. Out pours the fully repaired Lucido, Cedar and Carro, coated in fluid and sliding across the floor. Carro now has a robotic body after the Medi-pod process, where in the earlier episodes he was just a face on a view screen.
As the three slide out of their Medi-pods, Elder and Minthril abruptly stop playing. Iasa, Panacia, and Hygenia swiftly rush to the newly emerged bodies and start to run medical checks. The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.
TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE
THE CAMERA UNCOUPLES FROM PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT GLIDES OVER AND ACROSS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. DOWN AND DOWN IT PANS. EVENTUALLY THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS SLIDE UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE FRAME AS THE CAMERA HAS REACHED THE BOTTOM OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS AND THE MID-STAGE. IT PANS DOWN LOCKING INTO PLACE PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE.
MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICKS STUDIO, DAYTIME
A long desk spreads across the stage. It has a monitor, keyboard, mouse and scanner on the desk. A stack of papers sits next to the scanner. Behind the long desk is a drawing table with an animator’s lightbox at an angle to the desk. The long desk has a simple office chair while the drawing desk has a padded high stool. A doorway sits to the stage-left side of the desk. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE sits at the animator’s light box, slumped over, asleep.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(off-stage) “I’ve got your coffee.”
THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from stage-left, carrying a tray with a coffee cup and a carafe of coffee. There is also a glass of water on the tray. He enters backwards to navigate the door, balancing the tray best as he can.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Sorry it took as long as it did for me to get the coffee. Your Mom came out and we had a nice talk. She asked if I could make her some tea so I did. Let me know if you want any and I’ll go get you a glass. Your Mom asked me if we set a date for the wedding, which is the funniest thing because my Grandma was just asking me the same thing this morning.”
Thomas places down the tray.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Isn’t that the craziest thing? Are they sharing a wavelength?”
He picks up the coffee cup and turns to give it to Ophidia.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“And you’re asleep.”
Thomas straightens looking at Ophidia. He shrugs and takes a sip of the coffee. He spits it back out into the cup.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Ugh, yuck. How does anyone like that?”
Thomas sets the cup back onto the tray. He then exits Stage-left returning with a blanket. He places the blanket over Ophidia. He gently kisses her on top of her head.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“You get your rest, you deserve it. I’ll be over here reading.”
Thomas moves to the chair to the side and pulls out a copy of “Pandora’s Star” by Peter F. Hamilton.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(to self) “Thank goodness I have one of Hamilton’s space operas. This will definitely keep me busy.”
Thomas props his feet up on the desk and relaxes into a comfortable reading position. He starts to read, briskly moving through pages then slowing down. He turns back two pages and rereads what he had read. He thinks a moment and then starts to read at a brisk pace. As he is reading he starts to fidget, starting with turning his body left and right. Then he switches to gently swinging his feet left-right. The Mid-Stage stage lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-stage curtains close.
FADE OUT
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