The Shape Of Snorks To Come/Transcript
(Allstar and Casey are playing volleyball in Snorkland Park)
Casey: My serve! *hits it high*
Allstar: Iv'e got it! *misses it - the wind blows it away*
Casey: Oh dear, we just can't play volleysnork with all these crazy currents.
Allstar: That's for sure. My Uncle Gallio says they're casued by powerful, unpredictable *volleyball bounces on head* seaquakes.
(hear baby catfish crying)
Casey: Did you hear that, Allstar? it sounds like someone's in trouble. *they go see it*
Allstar: I'll say. Junior Wetworth has those catfish cornered.
Junior: *kisses the baby catfish* What a cute little baby gill. *hands it a button with his photo on it* When you think of her future, think of me, Junior Wetworth.
Willie: Junior, you wanna play?
Junior: Can't you see I'm busy campainging, now get lost! Someday I'll be runing for governor, so remember, vote Wetworth - Junior Wetworth! *kisses it and it cries some more*
Casey: Junior, what in the whrilpool are you doing?
Junior: Practicing to be governor. My dad says you can't get elected unless you kiss a lot of babies.
Allstar: He meant snork babies, Junior, not fish.
Junior: Well I'm not taking any chances! *pulls out list* Furthermore, when I'm in office, I won't be a pussycat fish! This is my No List! Everyone will follow these rules with no exceptions, and I'm adding "No kissing babies" right now, especially fish babies.
Casey: Boy, when the time comes, I know who I'm gonna vote for.
Allstar: Me too, whoever's running against Junior. Can you imagine that little fish kisser becoming governor someday?
(Junior's now off in the distance, following a giant lobster)
Junior: Now remember, vote for Wetworth, or you'll be in hot water! I mean real hot! *ground shakes* Come back here, silly lobster! Everyone knows a doorway's the safest spot during a seaquake! Too bad the floor isn't!
(Now Junior gets suck in and is somewhere else)
Junior: Whew. For a second there, I thought I was in trouble.
Futura: *looks exactly like Daffney* Hey! Where do you think you're going!
Junior: Daffney, what are you doing in that ridiculous getup!
Futura: Ridiculous?! This happens to be the latest seacop uniform, and my name is Officer Futura, not Daffney!
Officer: Where's your snorking permit, shorty?
Junior: Snorking permit? *laughs* What a great act! Did Allstar put you guys up to this?
Futura: *gasps* He said the A word! Put on the clam cuffs!
Officer: We're taking you in!
Futura: You have no right to remain silent, no shellephone calls, and no lawyers!
Junior: Very funny! What great gag!
(Now at police station)
Robot Judge: What's the charge, officers?
Futura: He instulted my uniform, and worst of all, he said the A word.
Robot Judge: Ugh, the A word. *slams hammer* I sentence you to 10 years in the Snorkland Slammer.
Hammer: That's better than a perpetual headache!
Robot Judge: Well, what do you have to say for yourself, son?
Junior: Boy, Allstar sure knows how to pull a prank.
Futura: *gasps* He said it again!
Robot Judge: 20 years!
Junior: 20 years - for saying "Allstar"?!
Robot Judge: Ugh, 30 years!
Hammer: *dizzy* Will somebody shut that kid up?
Junior: Hey, I can take a joke! Go ahead, throw the book at me! Allstar, Allstar!
Robot Judge: 40, 50 years!
(now in a mobile jail)
Junior: The joke's gone far enough, Daffney, now let me out of here.
Futura: Look, jailbait, you're not getting out for 50 years, and my name's Futura! The only Daffney I know is my grandmother. Now step on it!
Junior: Her grandmother?! Has everybody flipped their snork around here?
Elderly Casey: It's the seaquakes. Haven't seen currents this bad for 60 years.
Junior: What are you in for?
Elderly Casey: I voted against the great and all powerful governor, and got 7 years.
Junior: ha, that's nothing! I got 50 years just for saying "Allstar"!
Elderly Casey: Shh, don't say that name. It's against the law, ya know.
Junior: Now you tell me. But why?
Elder Casey: Allstar's the governor's greatest enemy, and everything about him is illegal, even his name.
Junior: Boy, these officers are real grouchs. Say, don't I know you?
Elder Casey: Don't think so. My name's Casey. Pleased to meet ya.
Junior: Oh, same here, Case -- Casey?! Casey Kelp?!
Elder Casey: Now how does a young snork like you know my name?
Junior: But, but you can't be THE Casey Kelp! Why you look 60 years old!
Elder Casey: Well, thanks for the compliment. I just turned 70.
Junior: 70?! *nearly faints* Oh, so that's why all the buildings look so strange. And why I've never seen clamdominiums like those before. My watch! That crazy seaquake must've set me *gulps* 50 years into the future! Help, let me out, I wanna go home, help!
(now in jail)
Futura: Okay, you, move out!
Junior: Wait, you're making a horrible mistake! I'm a snork from your past, sent to the future by a freakish whirlpool!
Futura: Uh huh, yeah, sure, that's what they all say.
Futura: *ties pufferfish to him* This will keep you from escaping again.
Junior: Says who?! *it bows and he's upside down* I'm getting a snorkache! I demand my rights!
Futura: You have no rights!
Junior: Now listen here, a Wetworth has never gone to jail!
Futura: You're a Wetworth?
Junior: Yeah, I can prove it. *shows necklace with a seal on it to them* Here's my family seal.
Officer: He's telling the truth.
Futura: The Governor should hear about this.
Junior: Well, it's about time. *all take him there* I can't wait to tell you water logged governor that this is no way to run a town.
(all go to his office)
Elder Junior: Who is it, and it better be important?
Futura: Uh, Officer Futura from the 3rd Seasinct, and we have a prisoner here who claims to be a Wetworth, sir.
Elder Junior: Well, he's a faker! Throw him in jail!
Junior: *gasps* I don't believe it. I'm you, I mean, you're me, I mean, we're us.
Elder Junior: You must be out of your snork.
Junior: I knew you'd say that, but i am Junior Wetworth from your past. *pulls out No List* Look, I even have the original No List.
Elder Junior: Get in here. *locks door* I'll lock the door.
Junior: Boy, you've got security problems, and I can see why. Look at all this loot! You must've raised taxes more than I ever thought I would!
Elder Junior: *sees the list through magnifying glass* This really looks authentic. But can you prove you're really me?
Junior: Oh, no problem. Remember that time I, or uh, we put that electric eel on the teacher's chair?
Elder Junior: *laughs* Are you kidding? Uh, I forgot all the fun I used to have as a boy.
Junior: Oh don't worry, you've always got me. I think you're the greatest!
Elder Junior: *pushes him aside* Don't try that phony flattery on me. I know you too well.
Junior: If that's how you feel, I'm leaving!
(Futura steps in)
Futura: Governor, the people are revolting!
Elder Junior: They certainly are! Now take this imposter to the slammers!
Junior: *falls down after being slammed* Oh, I can't believe I'm so mean to me.
Futura: We can't put him in prison! The last seaquake craked the walls and released all of your enemies! They really are revolting!
Elder Junior: All my enemies! But, but that's the whole town! *presses button and places jetpack on* I'm jetting out of here!
Junior: I couldn't have said it better myself! Wait for me! Know a good place to hide around here?
Elder Allstar: There's no place to hide. Don't I know you?
Both Juniors: Allstar?!
Elder Casey: Naughty, naughty, Governor. You said the A word.
Elder Junior: You haven't caught me yet! *runs into another snork* I'm sure we can work this out. Hey, no grabbing!
Elder Allstar: The days of you and your No List are over, old Junior Wetworth!
Junior: I think that's my cue to jet out of here! *swims away* They're gaining on me! Oh, I'm caught between a snork and a hard place! Oh, what should I do? *jumps back into whirlpool and heads back to snork*
(Junior jumps back into the whirlpool and back to the present day)
Casey: *throws ball up high* This is game point, Allstar!
Allstar: I've got it, I've it! *Junior landw on him* Boy, that was some return.
Junior: I'll say. I made it back.
Casey: Nice going, Junior. Now I'll have to serve it over.
Junior: I'm starting things over too, Casey. *tears up his No List*
Allstar: Huh? Why are you tearing up your No List?
Junior: From now on I'll have to treat you future voters nice, or you'll overthrow me when I'm governor.
Casey: IF you're governor, Junior.
Allstar: Yeah, thank goodness that's a long way off.
Junior: Not as long as you might think.
Willie: Junior, wanna play now?
Junior: Hey, how many times do I have to tell you rhat I -- uh, oh sure, come on, Willie. *drops paper shreds*
Daffney: Hey, pick that up, Junior! *but Junior keeps seeing her as the future Officer Futura* Son't you wanna keep Snorkland Park clean? Why do you think this trash clam's here?
Junior: Okay, okay, Officer Futura, or Daffney, or whatever your name is, don't arrest me, I'll clean it up! *throws it away with his snork then swims away from her*
Daffney: Officer Futura? Arrest him? Junior's finally gone off the deep reef.
(c) 1985 Hanna-Barbera and SEPP International