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The Fantastic Four Prologue
The Fantastic Four Prologue
Treatment
By Lamar Robertson & Tucks McKenna
ACT ONE
PROLOGUE
The Past.
Monster Isle.
Dimly Cavern.
Dawn.
Among the rugged surface, etched with complex glyphs that
could only have come from ancient civilization, five
spelunkers position between lighting apparatus. Stationing
the camera on top of a tri-pod, they stop. Freezing alert,
thunder rumbles the cave as the sound of rain thumps the
ground. Faded.
Blackness fills the screen. Whispers and loud rustles...
The camera focuses and we realize - This isnt standard. A
distant man. Short. A bit pudgy. Grubby in an utterly
eccentric way. Harvey Elder. Cryptozoologist and theorist.
His sweaty palms gripping the microphone to his mouth.
Wetting his lips for stalling support. Taking a deep
breath, begins to speak without inflection. He details the
cavern in explicit detail, slowly but fluently.
He reaches for his pocket, pulls a wrinkled paper. Fills
the camera with a horribly drawn map. The network of
tunnels that run beneath it leading to the Earths core.
His bland personality is more interesting than his
gabbling.
Ulysses Stone, the director, cuts the camera. We show scyfy this we wont even get picked up for an episode.
Harvey argues, Its good to inform the audience.
No one knows this stuff better than you, and no wants to.
Were myth busters not teachers.
Harvey reiterates but keeps composure. Fine, galling.
Roll the camera.
A kaleidoscopic suffuse. PULL BACK to reveal a pillar...
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Viktor laughs.
be consumed by
The anomaly you
portals. Not for
the meeting of our
5.