Tales From The Flipped/walrus

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Fire in the Walrus!

{open up in a sludgey, gooping, green sewer with pipes all around. Little two-legged cellular people are maintaining the place and tightening pipes, checking off lists and wearing hard hats. Zoom in to two of the cells.}

WORKER CELL 1: {Brooklyn accent} Boss, I got those reports that were due tomorrow, today.

BOSS CELL 1: {also Brooklyn accent} Good job, Johnson. Take an extra lunch hour.

WORKER CELL 1: Wow, Boss, thanks. Are you sure?

BOSS CELL 1: NO, not really! Get back to work!

{Worker Cell 1 walks away grumbling}

WORKER CELL 1: Geez...

BOSS CELL 1: Hehehe...

{cut to another sector. A bunch of cells are standing in a food line. A tube out of the wall splats a big dollop of mushy food and oxygen into bottles.}

WORKER CELL 3: Oh boy, mostly digested food.

WORKER CELL 4: Over the membrane, past the peptides, look out nucleus, it's active transport!

WORKER CELL 5: Geez, I'm suffocating!

{all three cells chug the bottles and wipe their mouths, and spread out. Cut to another sector. A pipe is bulging slightly. A cell notices and goes up to his boss.}

WORKER CELL 6: Uh, boss, we have a situation...

BOSS CELL 2: Yeah?

{cut to the pipe bulging much more, then cut back to the boss and worker}

WORKER CELL 6: Yeah, Pipe A72BB5E is experiencing a —

{Worker Cell 6 is cut off by the pipe exploding, spewing greenish gas and maroon sludge everywhere. Cut to a walrus wallowing about in the snow, laughing walrusly. Just then, he pauses, winces, and burps loudly with a visible gas. Cut back to the boss and worker, who are both covered in the sludge. The gas wafts about.}

WORKER CELL 6: — blockage...

BOSS CELL 2: {yelling} OKAY, GET THAT PIPE REPAIRED NOW! I MEAN NOW!

{suddenly, Worker Cell 7 rushes up and springs to a stop, saluting to the boss}

WORKER CELL 7: B-boss! B-b-b-boss! There's an invas-invasion in the lower se-sectors! They're like noth-nothing I've seen b-b-b-before! Th-they're heating the place up t-t-too rapidly for th-the coolants to handle! We need cl-cl-clearance for the medics and sci-sci-scientists! {holds out a clipboard}

BOSS CELL 2: Yeah, sure, okay... {signs the clipboard}

WORKER CELL 7: Th-th-thank you, b-b-b-b-boss! {rushes off}

{a mass of cells in hazmat suits with hoses and backpacks, followed by whitecoat scientist cells, rush by also, following Worker Cell 7. Cut to the lower sector. A three-headed alien is breathing fire all over the machinery. Medics rush in and start spraying blue icy coolant all over, trying to put the fire out. Scientists are busy measuring and taking pictures of the alien while it is distracted. They are overwhelmed however, and the entire place goes up in flames.}

ALL THE CELLS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

{cut to the walrus, sniffing its own breath with its flipper. The walrus then immolates in seconds flat. A pile of ashes lays at the end, smoldering. Zoom in very far. The alien struggles out of the ashes.}

ALIEN: Raaarrr! {breathes fire}

{cut to a black screen with green bubbly letters which say "THE END". They gradually pop, revealing maroon sludge which says the same thing.}