ADVENTURE TALES FREEDOM (ROUGH SCRIPT)

ADVENTURE TALES FREEDOM PILOT

[The scene is a small rough looking bar along a highway that at one time used to be a gas station.

The time is midday.

On the inside of the bar the crowd is as about as rough the stereotype as you would expect.

Various different kinds of animal people from coyotes, wart hogs, hyenas, rats, wolves, bats, weasels, vultures, Ravens, Gators, venomous lizards and other such creatures of bad reputation doing various things you might expect all while drinking the most vile of substances.

Outside a motorcycle with a side car approaches and parks.

A minute latter the the bar door opens and a young adult mouse with Grey/White hair\fur in military motorcycle clothes, chains around his arms, and sunglasses glasses enter.

All eyes in the room turn to him.

The Mouse walks up to the bar and takes a seat, removes his sunglasses and talks to the bartender who is a warthog.]

Mouse: "Hey you got a bathroom here?"

[The hog looks up from the glass he's cleaning.

The mouse gestures to a cute little Chiwawa girl hiding in his shadow with big arms like Popeye wearing a raged out princess costume who was doing a awkward little dance.

Some of the customers snicker at her]

Mouse: "The kid needs to go."

[The bartender points at a sign: "Restroom for paying customers only!"]

Mouse: "Noted. Got any bottled water?"

Bartender: "Nope."

[The rest of the bar snicker but the mouse doesn't seem bothered.]

Mouse: "How about soda pop?"

Bartender: "Nope."

[More snickers.]

Mouse: "Milk?"

[The snickers become howling laughs.]

Bartender: "Look, you give me 10 silver kid get's to use the john."

[The girl's awkward little dance intensifies but the two are in a showdown of bartering."

Mouse: "5."

Bartender: "8."

Mouse: "7."

Bartender: "Deal!"

[The Mouse plops the coins on the table and the bartender pops them in the register.]

Mouse: [to girl] "go."

Chiwawa Girl: "T-Thank you!"

[The girl runs into a bathroom only find she was in the wrong one, punch the guy already in there, and run into the other one.]

Chiwawa Girl: "S-Sorry!"

Bathroom Guy: [Crying] "Why?!"

[There is an awkward moment of silence before things seemingly go back to normal at the bar (aside for a man crying in the males bathroom). The mouse listens in to a table behind him.]

Table thug 01: "Hear they're still offering big rewards for Executor Soldier heads in town."

Table thug 02: "Really? I though they were all a dead breed."

Table thug 03: "No. Fact is I heard there was a gang run by one who got run out of their territory by another one."

Table thug 02: "Thought it was just Executor paranoia, but two of them? Guess there are some stragglers still kicking."