behind the velvet ropes presents

FORCEFIELD
(title)

(possible montage of past artist’s featured on this mock series, with ff music playing underneath, pictures of da-vinci, bosch, monet, mona lisa, all lead up to a anti climax of the word forcefield or a picture of a beast/monster/animal, regardless maybe this idea too cheesy)

cut to gumby, our moderator, at desk, 5-7 seconds silence, enough to warrant the thought of timing being a mistake on the animators part

gumby:
“good evening, earlier today in the art world a tragic crash took place caught on home video we are here today to pay tribute to these...(pause)....men--(half spoken word men into the word:)artists

cut to ff riding fury beasts and crashing into some funny wall, maybe just a brick wall with some funny graph on it

cu of corpses

cut to gumby sliding in with camera crew, he turns to the camera,

gumby(in a very sad voice wth sniffles):
this....... is........ really not cool

cut to a crowd forming around the corpses
crowd could include:
alfe
pokey
gator
barkley?
molly the pony
oaf?
Howard the duck
a huge fat garfield in wheel chair
buck duck
ect...

cut to gumby getting angry that the crowd doesn’t belong there or is just annoyed

gumby:
what are you people doing here, get away, get away, this isn’t some installation this is history in the making, don’t touch them DON’T TOUCH THEM

alfe:
but gumby, we all knew them, its okay, i just want to get my delay peddle back, i think i see it in their pockets

gumby:
they never used delay, everything was analog, and no pockets NO POCKETS

alfe:
that's not true(remember alfe talks slow and low) they....(fill in stuff about music)

gumby:
hmmmm, but I thought guitars were digital (regardless of what alfe says
that line will work)

fat garfield in wheel chair musters energy and speaks up

garf:
to me forcefield will always be a cool...(starts to faint)

pokey:
-he is right, forcefield weren’t about religion, all this nonsense doesn’t make sense

gumby:
pokey you were supposed to be watching the baby dogs

barkley:
remember when they made that installation station, (something, whatever barkly would say about art)

cut to sky getting dark

gumby:
its getting late, the police should be here soon

gator:
come on everybody lets get those suits off them and give them a world class-

police arrive. police are actually some cool looking people, have a cool car. they take ff and zip them up into these cool glowing knit neon body bags. the bags go into the trunk and the car speeds away. we are still among the crowd, gumby speaks

gumby:
i think their best album was that yellow one

cut to police car driving though a awesome land scape

the car stops by tux dog, or someone in a tuxedo.
the trunk opens and the body bags are slowly unzipped by tux’s hand.
the shot zooms into the glowing visual noise now with in the bag
tux’s head morphs into a solid red opaque silhouette
cut to just tux with red head on the side of the road

cut to pokey at home watching over a litter of “baby dogs”
cut to pokeys eyes widening and mouth opening in shock

cut to outside a gallery
cut to inside with a secretary at her desk, in walks tux dog we see tux’s eyes are red
he is holding a basket with 4 puppies in it.

cu of the puppies, freeze frame, sub title in white arial font underneath each puppie, example “gorgon radeo 2”
then every thing melts and we see the real ff












ff dudes riding furry beasts

they crash into a wall and gumby and friends come to examine their corpses.  They all give "eulogies,"  each with a different take on ff (ie one says it was all about art, another, about music, another about butt fucking, etc).

Suddenly all the ff dudes melt away

Suddenly all the gumby dudes start to melt away. 

zoom out to see "real" ff dudes with a torch underneath the gumby diorama world melting everything.