Tag: bellanotte-studios

[HA’s eyes light up when they see CAT SLIME]

HA: hell–o little friend! I can get you some pie if, uh, *looks up at REPAIRMAN and MARIE) is it okay for them to have that?

[The REPAIRMAN holds an incredibly excited CAT SLIME back with an annoyed (and somewhat amused) expression on his face]]

CAT SLIME: Squeaks frantically, as if his life depends on it

REPAIRMAN: Yes, I know what they said. But, ‘cmon, show a lil’ restraint!

CAT SLIME: Squeaks that he totally has restraint and he’s fine JUST GIVE HIM THE PIE!

MARIE: …um, a-anyway, do you know what happened here? Maybe we could prevent this kind of thing…

HA: *chuckles* oh, you can call me, uh, Ani. You guys got here so
fast! I’m impressed. Can, uh, can I get you anything? Or do you .. um…
Do you wanna look at the, uh, the damage?

REPAIRMAN: W-well, Ani, I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman, and this is my sister, Marie…it’s not hard to go to other worlds, really… but uh, anyway, could you show us the damage?

MARIE: Yeah, and if you could tell us how it happened...

REPAIRMAN: You don’t have to…

MARIE: (shooting the REPAIRMAN a look) BUT it would be nice.

(CAT SLIME emerged from the REPAIRMAN’S blue toolbox, apparently having eavesdropped. He squeaked something hurriedly.)

REPAIRMAN: (slightly annoyed) No, Cat Slime, I doubt Ani has meringue pie on hand.

[HA
tenses, realizing the mistake they’d almost made. Chewing their lip
thoughtfully, they stay quiet while they think about the best way to do
this… After a moment, they draw a little cartoon version of themself on
the cell as an avatar of sorts, so the other two don’t have to deal with
them directly]

HA 2.0: uhh, hey– hey fellas!

(The REPAIRMAN squeaks, jumping back. Clearly he wasn’t expecting there to be anyone here, outside of HA)

REPAIRMAN: (still uneasy, as he recognizes this as a cartoon avatar of HA, but less scared) Oh, um, h-hi…

MARIE: (sighs, relieved if a little confused) “Oh! Hi! Who might you be? You know, you have a similar voice to–”

(She stops herself just in time.)

[hearing the voices, HA looks up, startled]

HA:
uh, he– hello? *Looking around, they notice REPAIRMAN and MARIE on the
cel* Oh! Oh, heyy, you’re here! Great! Uh, thanks for coming so quickly,
um, can I– can I get you anything? *scratches back of head awkwardly*

(The REPAIRMAN flinches, and his efforts to not look outside the cel visibly intensify.)

MARIE: W-wait, who said– (A crack visibly appears on the cel as MARIE winces, and the REPAIRMAN jumps in shock) …oh.

REPAIRMAN: (shudders, starts hyperventilating) M…Marie…w-was…

MARIE: I’m sorry, that was my fault. (thinks for a moment, then perks up) Well, uh, if one were to hypothetically welcome us and ask if we needed something…

(The Fourth Wall creaks a little, but does not budge. The REPAIRMAN gives a quick thumbs-up before going back to his frantic work.)

MARIE: I guess…I would say, um…no, I would ask… if they knew what happened…here?

(MARIE goes over and hands the REPAIRMAN a paper bag, that he begins to breathe into as he puts his trowel into a bucket of concrete)

REPAIRMAN: (between breaths) Thank…you…Marie…

[Back in the STUDIO, HA blinks at the phone, debating whether they
should call back, then puts it back on the hook, opting instead to wait
and not press. Awkwardly, they plop down into a chair twiddle their
thumbs]

[One clock-wipe transition later, the REPAIRMAN and MARIE arrive on an animation cel in the STUDIO]

REPAIRMAN: Well, here we are. Now let’s just get this overwith…

(Looks around uneasily, as he pushes the cart)

MARIE: Are you sure you’ll be okay…?

REPAIRMAN: Huh? Yup, yeah, no reason to worry at all…(nervous laugh)

(The REPAIRMAN continues to glance around frantically, making a point to avoid looking at the fourth wall)

HA:
uh, hello! Uh, I work at an animation studio, and, heh, we’ve had a bit
of an accident where our Fourth Wall was damaged, a-and, um, I heard
you were quite proficient in fixing such, um, things.

Repairman: (sighs, looking at his siren light)…Yeah, I think I know the one you’re talking about. I’ll be right–

[CRACK!]

The Repairman flinches, looking at the newly-created damage to the Wall right by him. He had just realized who he was talking to.

Repairman: (voice wavering) …Um, I’m…er…gotta let you go…

[Click.]

Marie: Um, are you okay?

Repairman: …I…I think I was called by…a creator.

Marie: Ooh! That’s actually kinda–wait, how’d they get your phone number?

Repairman: (frantically slapping at the crack in the Fourth Wall with a cement-soaked trowel) Never mind that! If a creator is calling, this must be bad!

[Exit MARIE and the REPAIRMAN, stage left]

bellanotte-studios:

Duct Tape Don’t Fix Everything

Closed starter for @siblings-a-fixin

[Scene opens on a wide shot of HEAD ANIMATOR’S STUDIO, which transitions to a mid shot of the HEAD ANIMATOR, brow furrowed, anxiously surveying the offscreen damage to the Fourth Wall]

HA: *finally reaches a decision and picks up the phone, dialing the FOURTH WALL REPAIRMAN, chewing their lip nervously as they wait for someone to pick up*

[Cut to a medium close-up of BEHIND A CARTOON BARN, where the FOURTH WALL REPAIRMAN and MARIE are pushing on the unseen Fourth Wall. The screen is noticeably narrower than the previous shot. It expands as the blobs push, until a soft *click* is heard.]]

REPAIRMAN: Whew, glad that’s over.

MARIE: Nods, wiping her brow.

REPAIRMAN: Now let’s get over to–

Stops, as a telephone rings from inside his toolbox. Marie jumps slightly, obviously not used to the Repairman getting calls.

REPAIRMAN: …Now, who could that be? Opens toolbox and pulls out a yellow rotary phone, still ringing. He picks up. …Hello?