ROCKTRON: PART TWO
(A SECOND MONITOR LOWERS TO A SEAT ON BRAK’S LEFT)
ZORAK: So now that you are a member what do you think we should do with Space Ghost?
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: (WITH GLOWING RED EYES) Blast him to oblivion?
SPACE GHOST: Hey Zorak, I heard that. (To HIMSELF)Oh my head, I need some java. (OUT LOUD AGAIN) How long was I out?
MOLTAR: Forty.
SPACE GHOST: AH. So are yours real Chris? You can tell me.
ZORAK: Its too late Space Ghost. Walken is one of us now. MAWHAHAHAHA!
(THEY ALL LAUGH)
SPACE GHOST: No, treacherous heathens. How could this be? I’m all alone, oh why as thou forsaken me?
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
SPACE GHOST: I will have you know that I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you to run the show. It is after all my show.
LOKAR: Fine Let us retreat and meet in private with our new brethren. Come we have no need for such shabby treatment. (SOUNDS OF THEM LEAVING)
SPACE GHOST: Fine, fine to the 138th power. I’ll do the whole show with both arms tied behind my back. Moltar send in the next guest.
MOLTAR: There are no more guests.
SPACE GHOST: No more guests? What kind of show is this? We only have one guest?
MOLTAR: Yeah, don’t you remember rehearsal?
SPACE GHOST: We have a rehearsal? (TO ZORAK) And where do you think you are going?
ZORAK: I’m out of here man. Walken is going to be in the commissary devising a plan to blow you to kingdom come. He is the coolest. (HE LEAVES)
SPACE GHOST: Remind me never to book this Chris Walken guy again. He is more evil then a barrel full of rabid monkeys. Moltar?!?! Et tu, Moltar?
MOLTAR: (WALKING AWAY) What?
SPACE GHOST: You aren’t going to leave me, are you oldest friend? You’ll stick by my side won’t you, buddy?
MOLTAR: (READING A BOOK) Whatevers.
SPACE GHOST: Fine then it’s settled. Moltar send in our next guest, me.
(MONITOR LOWERS WITH SPACE GHOST IN IT)
SPACE GHOST: Hello Tad, you are looking well.
SECOND SPACE GHOST: Thank you Tad it’s nice of you to notice.
MOLTAR: This can’t be happening.
ANNOUNCER: Has Space Ghost finally lost it? Was it his lack of ears that sent him over the top? Is Christopher Walken really that evil? Does any of this matter? Find out…right now.
SPACE GHOST: Who said that?
MOLTAR: Huh, said what?
SPACE GHOST: Never you mind Moltar. So Tad, what brings you here to my show?
SECOND SPACE GHOST: Your show? Oh contraire my friend. This is MY show.
SPACE GHOST: Not you too. Everyone’s against me, even me.
SECOND SPACE GHOST: (LAUGHS DIABOLICALLY)
(CUT TO: COMMISSARY-THE COUNCIL AND CHRISTOPHER WALKEN AT A TABLE.)
BRAK: Now that you’re a member of the council of doom, you want to be in my own private club? I’m the founder.
LOKAR: oh stop it you disease ridden madman. Walken I am certain does not wish to hear such tomfoolery.
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: How do I join your club Brak?
LOKAR: Oh good heavens.
BRAK: See dummy? First I have to ask if you are hep to the jive?
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: What’d he say?
BRAK: Now I’m hep of course, but I become very unusually unhep on August 12th and 13th.
LOKAR: Oh do go on.
BRAK: First let me tell how I joined the club. There was this bottle of catsup; I tell you guys he was a nasty one and he said to me “Brak, this town ain’t big enough for a medium sized pygmy marmoset (LOKAR WATCHES ON WITH DISGUST) let alone you and I. And you’re a lot bigger than a medium sized pygmy, so make like a tree and get out of here.”
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: Does this club have a name?
BRAK: Rocktron.
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN AND THE COUNCIL: Rocktron?
(CUT TO SHOT OF A MAN WALKING DOWN A STREET HERE ON EARTH)
MAN: Rocktron?
(CUT TO COMMISSARY)
LOKAR: Never mind that.
BRAK: Hey!
LOKAR: What are you going to do…
BRAK: Hey!
LOKAR: About Space Ghost?
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: I have a plan and it goes a little something like this.
(CUT BACK TO MOLTAR’S BOOTH. SPACE GHOST STILL TALKING TO HIMSELF ON THE SCREEN.)
MOLTAR: Hey Zorak, (ZORAK WALKS INTO FRAME) I think he has finally, you know lost his marbles.
ZORAK: Space Ghost had marbles to lose?
MOLTAR: Should we do something, I mean this episode has really gone to the crapper.
SECOND SPACE GHOST: MAWHAHAHA! Look at you. A super hero my eye.
SPACE GHOST: Hold still you. See how you like a taste of Destructo Ray. (AIMS AT MONITOR)
SECOND SPACE GHOST: Look at you trying to…(SHOT BY DESTRUCTO RAY. THE MONITOR BECOMES STATIC THEN CHRISTOPHER WALKEN APPEARS)
SPACE GHOST: Chris? So you are behind this.
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: Space Ghost, I thought we were friends.
SPACE GHOST: Space Ghost has a lot of friends but none of which are evil.
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: What about Zorak and Moltar?
SPACE GHOST: They are not my friends.
BRAK: What about me Space Ghost we are friends right? That’s what you said yesterday.
SPACE GHOST: I had a lot of Texas Pete in me yesterday. Besides if I were friends with Brak would I do this to him?
(SPACE GHOST BLASTS HIM)
BRAK: Ahhh. I’m not helping you move now.
SPACE GHOST: Or to Tansut?
(GIVES TANSUT WHAT FOR)
SPACE GHOST: Or the rest of them?
(FIRES SHOTS AT BLACK WIDOW, METALLUS, AND LOKAR IN RAPID FIRE PROGRESSION)
SPACE GHOST: (TURNS TOWARD CAMERA) Kids don’t try this at home.
BRAK: (FROM BACKGROUND) I want to try it at home.
SPACE GHOST: So what have we learned today comrades?
ZOARK: HUH…
MOLTAR: HUH…
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: (SITS STOIC AND UNRESPONSIVE)
SPACE GHOST: Anybody? Take a guess.
ZORAK: A cheap and easy way to make egg fu young?
MOLTAR: (PUSHES THE LEVER AND BEGINS WATCHING AN EPISODE OF DESIGNING WOMEN) Ah Delta.
SPACE GHOST: Anyone? Come on. Do I have to tell you?
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: (COUGHS)
SPACE GHOST: Evil doesn’t pay.
ZOARK: (MOCKING) Evil doesn’t pay.
BRAK: But Christopher Walken is rich and evil.
SPACE GHOST: ohh lay off.
ZORAK: Face it Space Ghost evil is where it’s at.
SPACE GHOST: Zorak, you shouldn’t say that there might be childrens watching. You want them to grow up thinking that evil is good?
ZORAK: How could evil be good? And I don’t think ANYONE is watching.
SPACE GHOST: oh yeah.
ZORAK: What are you going to do about your ears, or rather lack there of.
SPACE GHOST: Oh I don’t know I’ve given up on that joke. And on this show. (STANDS) If anyone needs me I’ll be in my trailer, drowning my sorrows in a heaping vat of chocolate malt. Good day all. (FLIES AWAY)
ZORAK: Space Jerk is gone. Let’s get this party started.
(FADE UP DISCO LIGHTS. MUSIC SWELLS. EVERYONE STARTS DANCING)
SPACE GHOST: (FLIES BACK IN) Forgot my hat. What are you all doing?
ZORAK: Nothing.
SPACE GHOST: It looks like you are having some kind of disco party behind my back.
ZORAK: (WEARING STAR SHAPED SUNGLASSES AND AN AFRO) Nope.
SPACE GHOST: Oh my head, it’s killing me. I can’t take the evil.
(CUT TO MONTAGE OF CHARACTERS LAUGHING)
SPACE GHOST: (V.O.)There is too much in this room.
(CUT TO MONTAGE OF SPACE GHOST BLASTING THE COUNCIL AND THEM COMING BACK. EVERYONE, SAVE FOR SPACE GHOST LAUGHS)
SPACE GHOST: Fine, you’re right. You are all right, evil pays. AHHHHHH.
CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: What’s the matter with him?