First, this is both story-ish and described in a script type of way.
The Movie starts off with a fade in, showing the amazing city people know as New-York. The camera keeps zooming in, until it reaches a little street called "Basker Av.". Camera mainly focused on a busy man walking along the street. Meet Jim, a very busy young man. Jim keeps on walking, until he reaches an old house on the curb. The house was recently for sale, and bought by a man by the name of "Kowlab Kull". Jim enters the house, at a normal pace. Inside is a man, Kowlab, to be precise, and a friend sitting near him. "Oh!" Kowlab says a little loudly, as he dirrects his attention to Jim. Jim nods at him and his friend oddly. He steps into the room. Its filled with smoke and the smell of beer, Jim notices. He waves his hand in front of him, airing out his nostrils. "Can I open a window, Mr. Kull?" He asks. "Sure, sure, and call me Kowlab." Kowlab waves his hand at him, not paying him any attention. Jim walks to the nearest window, opens it, then walks back. Did I mention Jim has a suitcase? Jim sits down in an empty couch. He pushes beer bottles away and sets his suitcase down. "Mr Kull., we need to discuss the loan your taking." Kowlab looks at him, then back at his friend. "Guess you should leave, eh?" He says to his friend. "Sure, give me a call when your done." Freddie replies to him as he raises up and makes his way to the door. Mr. Kull, we need t--" Kowlab cuts him off. "Call me Kowlab, Jim." Jim looks at him. "Kowlab," He corrects himself. "The loan you took, you`ll need to give the money back by July 31st, 2014." "Sure, sure," Kowlab says. "you know, I invent stuff right?" Jim nods. "I`ll make somethin` to pay this stupid loan off." "Uh, sure. Mr. Kull, err, Kowlab, would you sign these papers?" Jim hands him the papers. "Guess I got no choice, eh?" Kowlab chuckles. "Bring `em by the bank tommorow, ok?" Jim says as he grabs his suitcase and makes his way to the door. On his way out, "Three O-clock! Sharp!" He says, then closes the door. Kowlab sits on his couch. "I gotta un-pack... I didnt even get a chance to yet." Kowlab says aloud to himself. Quickly, he gets up. He walks to the stairs, thats where his bags are. On the way up, he stumbles on something. "Dang-Nab it!" Kowlab was a little drunk. He is a very intelligent man. "What the, what`s this?" He bends down and grabs a small remote. It had a few buttons with a speaker in the middle. "Hmph, I`ll keep it, gotta be worth something... Now, I just gotta contact Jim..." He mumbled. The screen on the button lit up, without Kowlab noticing. The screen read: Jim.
NEXT DAY
Kowlab wakes up. He scrambles to get out his bed, he notices he`s late for whatever he wanted to do. When he got out of bed, he stepped on the remote, his foot striking the red button. "Yow!" Kowlab was startled, looking down. "Ugh, that things nothin` but bad luck." He walks out of the scene.
Jim is on a date, with a very beatiful women. Her name was Emily McArthur. Nice person.... Anyways, this date was happening the same time Kowlab got up. 5 o Clock. So, when Kowlab got up, and struck the red button. It triggered something through the remote that got into Jim`s brain.
"Your Meal, ... is served." The waiter said as he set Jim and Emily`s meal down on the table. "And for you, sir, your water." The waiter handed the water do Jim. At that moment, when Jim first grabbed the water, the red button was struck. It sent something to Jims brain. Jims hand started shaking. More, and more. The water, which was in a huge cup, went everywhere. For starters, it went on Jims new RENTED tux, and Emilys new jewelry. She shrieked. "Jim! You idiot!" "Well sorry!" Jim replied. "I`m not doing this!" The water got water all over him. "Oh stop making excuses!" The water said do him, in a not-so-nice voice. "Hey! I don`t even know you!" Jim snapped at the waiter. The owner, also the head chef, ran out from the kitchen. She didnt look too happy, actually, she didnt even look happy at all. She look mad. "Out! Get out of my resturant!" She shouted at Jim. She was French, too. "Jim tried to get up. The remote was causing his body a major breakdown. " I can`t!" Jim said, knowing how mad everyone`ll get. "Oh shut up!" The owner said. She helped Jim get up. "Wait, no!" Jim said louder then normal. He still could`nt stand, so, his body made him sit on the table. It broke under his wheight, no, he is not fat, the glasses and food went all over everyone and everywhere. Other coupels who were eating got extremely mad. They all came over to where the comossion was happening. "Whats going on!?" Came raised, mad voices. "Yeah, why is there food on my new tux?!" "This is an outrage!" Everyone helped, err, harassed Jim up. They literally shoved him to the door, then, out the door. Emily was one of them who watched. Along with another couple who didnt get food splattered all over them. "AND STAY OUT!" Everyone yelled at Jim. The chef slammed the door. Everyone else went out the back entrance. Jim sat on the sidewalk. He looked like a bum, considering he just got in a food fight with himself. Emily opened the door. "Jim? I know you mean well, but, maybe we should just take a break." She said, looking at him thoughtfully. Jim sighed. "Sure.." Emily turned, and walked to her car. The door opened again. Jim turned around. "Thanks alot, you idiot!" Came the voices of many angry costumers. They ALL had food in both there hands. Well, you know the rest. Huh, no? Fine, they whipped it at him. It made a gushing noise as it impacted against Jim. He never said a word, only grunting as a plate or glass hit him. After everyone had stopped, they slammed the door. "AW !@#$!" Jim yelled.
Thats all for now, hope you enjoy!
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