Spaceman130

Futu-Repo Based on Operation Repo S10E19 M.I.A. & D.E.A. SCENE: Daytime, Planet Recovery office. Amy is alone in the office, sitting at the big desk. She picks up the phone and punches in a phone number. After a few seconds of waiting, the answering machine comes on. Answering Machine: (Fry’s voice) Hi, you’ve reached Fry. Please leave a message after the tone, and I will return— Amy: Hmmm, okay. She presses the hook switch to end the call, then punches in another number. After one ring, the other person picks up. Amy: Hey, Hermes. Umm... quick question. I don’t know why, but I can’t get Bender or Fry on the phone. Can you stop by the office to pick up Leela for the next repo, please? ... Thaaank you. Okay, bye. She hangs up the phone. * * * SCENE: New New York, late afternoon. The repo truck is flying down a city road. Hermes is driving and Leela is riding shotgun. Leela stares down at the clipboard as she reads the information on the attached repo order. Leela:

Futu-Repo Based on Operation Repo S10E02 Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome SCENE: New New York, late at night. The repo truck is driving through the night-darkened city. Fry is driving and Dwight is riding shotgun. It is so dark, only the glowing lights of buildings and cars can be seen through the truck windows around them. Dwight reads the repo order attached to the clipboard in his hands. Dwight: We got this white GMC Sierra, mon, we’re trying to get off of Brian [bleep]. I think this is a Carts R Us truck. That should be easy to spot, but... I’m excited. [He grins.] Fry looks over at Dwight, but doesn’t return his enthusiasm. He remembers over a decade ago when Dwight was a little 12-year-old kid who came up to his shoulder. He can't get over how he had grown into the big, strapping, muscular man seated right next to him, who stands a head taller than him now. Fry: Are you? Dwight: It’s a cool job right here. Fry: I mean, do you think you learned enough already? Dwight: You

Futu-Repo Based on Operation Repo S10E04 Traffic Jammin’ SCENE: Planet Recovery office, morning. Amy is at a desk, doing paperwork. A few seconds later, she hears the front door click open outside the office room. A big, irate-looking Venusian Blob slides into the hall and bangs a tentacle angrily on the service window. Blob: Yo, where’s Cubert! Amy glances up from the desk in time to see the window be shoved open and the Blob thrust a metal pipe threateningly toward her. Amy: Wait a minute— Blob: Where’s Cubert? Amy grabs the metal pipe with one hand and tries to tug it away. Amy: What the shmell?! She grabs on with both hands and yanks the pipe out of the Blob’s grasp. The Blob quickly reaches a tentacle through the window toward Amy. She steps back and, assuming a self-defense stance, holds the pipe out like a weapon. Blob: Gimme that! You tell Cubert I’m looking for him! Amy: Who are you? [She runs at him.] Get out of my office! [She shoves his tentacle back and slams

Futu-Repo Based on Operation Repo S10E02 Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome SCENE: New New York, daytime. A gray, cloudy afternoon. The team is in a parking lot between two buildings, a salmon-pink one on the left and a white one on the right. Bender, Dwight, and Cubert are standing before Hermes. There is a cameraman filming them on the side of the shot. They are accompanied by Barbados Slim (in a tow truck driver uniform), whose long black flatbed tow truck is in the background. Bender, Dwight, and Cubert watch Hermes attentively as he gives them their mission briefing. Hermes: This is what’s going on. These guys, it’s called Gulliver’s Gate. And... there’s three cars that they have. There’s other cars they have for repo. Three that we have the order to pick up. It’s a locked gate. They have surveillance cameras over there. So, they think that I’m gonna join this cult today. Dramatic sound. Serious drone music plays over reaction shots of solemn-faced Cubert, Bender, Dwight, and

Vampirama A Futurama fanfic by Spaceman130 Based on the video game Vampire Rain [Live video] Opening shot: New New York, on a clear night. Passing in front of O’Zorgnax’s Pub, grade 19 bureaucrat Morgan Proctor is walking down the street after a long day of inspecting other bureaucrats. It is practically silent, with no other people in sight and the only sound being the air ambience. A car alarm goes off somewhere. The alarm does not faze Morgan as she strolls along, pen in one hand and clipboard in the other. A police siren wails in the distance. Morgan slowly turns and looks back for a moment. Then she turns forward dismissively and continues on her way. It’s silent for a moment as she walks. Then she hears the eerie, high-pitched noises. Morgan comes to a stop in her tracks. The noises are faint, but she can definitely hear them. Narrowing her eyes, she turns and looks suspiciously behind her. No one there. Morgan stares for a long moment, listening. She can hear the noises