HAVOC, INC. #  15
"Hotel Havoc"
Final Draft 11/05/97
c 1998, Mark Barnard / Terrie Smith

SYNOPSIS:  Chester's expensive tastes and a little quiet room manipulation at a palacial hotel lead to
a  disastrous stay.

NOTE: Contains a fair amount of nudity.

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PAGE ONE:

PANEL (full page): The towering lobby of a super-hotel -- a vast open space beneath an acres-high 
roof. The walls are pristine and  spangles with all sorts of  spangly sculpture and many windows and 
balconies look down on the cavernous interior. The center of the chamber rises in a wide, low paved 
hill, where sweeping, sculpted pampas grass waves majestically in the artificial breeze. Here and there,
richly dressed guests amble idly about.

NOTE: Sweets, I'd like to insert a few patrons at intervals, but not enough to make the overall room 
look small or remotely crowded.

TITLE BAR:  HAVOC LOGO AND THE TITLE, "HOTEL HAVOC"

CREDITS:  Story: Mark Barnard  Art: Terrie Smith

EXPOSITORY BLOCK: The lobby of the universally famed Galaxy Hotel. Glittering, dazzling, and --
in the eyes of a certain skeptical canine -- a classic example of the inherent woes of having far,
far too much money and free time on one's hands.

PAGE TWO:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL (2/3 across the page): Wide shot of the interior of a cocktail lounge.
Deck's sitting alone at a polished  table near a long interior window, staring out into the lobby
beyond. A rather large cardboard heart-shaped candy box is sitting on the table before the canine.
Possibly the barkeep, a male, black, pantherish creature, industriously cleaning a glass in the 
foreground. Several little clusters of patrons are seated boisterously around the edges of the scene.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Borderless medium close-up of Deck, sighing and gulping down 
the remains of his drink, which he's been viciously worrying away at for some time. He's beckoning 
with the fingers of his free hand.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: The Bartender, placing the glitteringly clean glass neatly in place 
atop a pyramid of similarly immaculate glasses on the top of the bar. He's glancing warily at Deck,
little "reaction" lines radiating from his face.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Two-shot, Deck in the foreground, leaning his cheek on one fist, 
and gazing sullenly at the offending box of candy, which is gaudily wrapped to overkill with frilly 
bows. The Bartender is cautiously approaching from behind, tail twitching apprehensively. He's 
heard tales of canines and their nasty, hair-trigger tempers.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck accepting the glass without actually removing his basilisk 
regard from the wicked gaudy before him. His mind's evidently miles away.

BOTTOM TIER MIDDLE PANEL: The feline retreating, glancing back over his shoulder at the 
introspective Deck. A little black squiggle is hovering above the canine, in a thought balloon.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: The Bartender putting a few coins in the cash register. Deck's
visible in the mid-background, still staring off into space.

BARTENDER (thinking): Canines. Ugh!

PAGE THREE:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck with one hand in the pocket of his vest. Spread out across 
the table in front of him are a few scattered coins. He looks concerned and a bit bleary. Several 
empty glasses are arranged on one side of the table. He's evidently been there some time.

SOUND EFFECT: JINGLE!

DECK (thinking): Not even enough for cab fare back to the spaceport. Thanks a LOT, Chester!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: The waist of someone (identity not yet revealed) passing in front 
of the disgruntled canine, who looks up in automatic reaction.

CHESTER: Is this seat taken, handsome?

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester, eyes laughing, sitting at the table, leaning forward, 
supporting his face on tented  fingertips.

CHESTER: MISS me?

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL (two-shot): Chester looking happy and expectant. Deck 
sitting back in his seat, looking resigned.

DECK: Sooo, how WAS my date? If you don't mind my asking.

BOTTOM TIER PANEL (across the page): Wide view of the table, Chester leaning happily 
back in his seat and signaling a passing server for a drink. HE has no objections to telling tales.

CHESTER (brightly): She was too good for you! I've got your wallet, by the way.

DECK: Yes, so I noticed. Any chance of there being anything left in it?

CHESTER (balloon # 1): Other than a particularly devastating photo of me, no. You were 
particularly generous! Fine wine flowed like a mighty river!

CHESTER (balloon # 2): She was duly impressed, by the way.

DECK (sarcasm): What can I say? I'm a sport.

PAGE FOUR:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester getting his drink, while Deck carries on.

DECK: Don't you have ANY scruples? We've been together for six years and I've NEVER 
run out on you. 

CHESTER: You've looked.

DECK: I show a little interest in the girl and right away it's open season on canines!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, in close-up, making a wide-eyed, rather absurd face. 
He's replaying the recent exchange, moments prior to Chester's beeline out the door with the 
irl. Possibly his hands clasped, up to one cheek, simulating Chester's delivery.

DECK: And what does it get me? 'No, no, Chris! You've got to WOO a girl with this much class. 
Ohhh, let ME show you how!'

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester, with a condescending "silly canine" look on his 
face as Deck waxes theatrical, looking every inch the pained, bitterly wounded party.

DECK: You suggest fine chocolates. 'Fine', by the way, translating as 'insanely expensive,'
but we can go into THAT later.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester, staring lovingly and ambitiously down at the box 
 of candy, the tip of his tongue massaging his lips covetously. Clearly, such fabulous chockies 
were MADE with a ringtail in mind as the ultimate end consumer. The trick, however, is to get 
them away from the petulant canine.

DECK (off-scene): I finish signing away my soul for them, and turn around to find you AND 
the object of my affections gone.

BOTTOM TIER MIDDLE PANEL:  Chester, still paying total devoted attention to the box before him.

DECK (off-scene): Well? What do you have to say for yourself?

CHESTER (a ringtail possessed by the finest of all passions): You going to eat those?

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, in rigid close-up, eyes narrowed, totally deadpan. 
Possibly Chester leaning in close, fluttering his eyelashes suggestively?

PAGE FIVE:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Two-shot, Deck leaning on the table at scene right, eyes 
rolling, a delighted Chester, arms raised to the attack, about to lunge on his prey at scene 
left.

DECK (balloon # 1): <Sigh.> Go ahead. SOMEone might as well enjoy himself.

DECK (balloon # 2): Again.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Facial of Deck, looking apprehensive/alarmed. A scattering 
of small paper candy cups is flying through the air. Possibly some sort of buzz saw sound effect
indicating extreme feasting?

EXPOSITORY BLOCK: It was only later than Deck realized his mistake...

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: The edge of Deck's face at edge of panel . POV slightly 
behind him, shooting across at the ringtail. Chester predominates, smiling happily and a bit 
seductively, in all his chocolate-smeared glory. He's holding the last pathetic morsel in his 
fingers, toying with it but obviously ready for the kill.

EXPOSITORY BLOCK: Chocolate being the supreme intoxicant of ringtails, the effect 
was virtually instantaneous...

CHESTER (having a nice and rather abrupt relax): <Hic!> Ohhh, Chris!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Chester in full lean, his arm around Deck's shoulder, his
eyes somewhat bleary, being VERY appreciative under the sticky influence.

CHESTER (warming to the topic): That was <Hic> WON'ERFUL! You're sooo good to me!

DECK (charmed in spite of himself): Call it a bad habit.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester snuggling cozily up against Deck's chest (profile 
shot of Deck, full-facial of Chester), now abruptly in Full Contrite mode.

CHESTER: I'm...sorry I borrowed your date. I-I'm bad! WICKED!

DECK (disconcerted at this abrupt mood swing --in public and at loud volume):  Shh!  
People are looking! That's all right. Really it is.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, straightening in his seat, looking resigned and 
dejected. Chester, still in place on the seat, is looking up at him.

DECK: That was all our money, though. Looks like we spend the night back on the ship. 
<Sigh.> It was nice while it lasted.

PAGE SIX:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester, obviously thinking fast.

CHESTER: Er, Chris? We don't HAVE to leave.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, leaning back and focusing on the ringtail, looking 
astonished. Chester's glancing slightly away, intently plotting out his next daring ploy.

DECK: What do you mean? We've got less than a dozen credits to our name!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL (two-shot of the pair at their table): Chester, glancing out into the lobby 
at a counter clearly marked "Reservations."

CHESTER (thinking): Bingo!

CHESTER (aloud): Umm...

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Chester spinning another impromptu little yarn, as he pulls 
the bewildered canine up out of his seat. All smiles and charm.

CHESTER: It's a little surprise for you! I already booked reservations here!

DECK (surprised): Oh?

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL (medium-wide shot): Chester, arm around the canine in a 
lustful hug and grinning verrry broadly, as he guides Deck out of the lounge door and into the 
lobby. In the foreground is a conspicuous sign reading 'ROYAL RECEPTION -- ALL 
GUESTS MUST REGISTER WITH grimly bored?

CHESTER (with the true pride of ownership): Nothing but the best for MY doggie! Which 
includes my charming company, of course.

DECK (looking around the luxurious lobby and being charmed in spite of himself): Oh, of course.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: The pair at the counter, seen from some way across 
the lobby. The sole clerk is far off to one side, dealing with a legitimate and obviously wealthy 
customer.

DECK (vaguely suspicious): Where'd you get the money?

PAGE SEVEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL (2/3 across page): Chester, leaning over the counter, which 
has unwisely been left unattended. Deck is again scanning the surrounding lobby with 
bewilderment, allowing the ringtail a few unsupervised moments. Chester, of course, takes 
automatic advantage of this momentary error.

CHESTER (aloud): Details, details! <Hic!>

CHESTER (thinking): Ah! A basic reservation terminal. A few creative adjustments...

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Overhead shot of Chester reaching across the counter and 
doing things to the keyboard. Deck's checking out the security guards, not connecting as to 
WHY they're there.

CHESTER (thinking): Something NICE, I think! Tasteful, yet expensive!

SOUND EFFECT: Tikkatikkatikka...DING!

CHESTER (thinking) AND on the house!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL "A" (half the height of a standard panel): An electronic key 
card drops into a waiting tray.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL "B" (below Panel "A"): Chester, beaming.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Chester turning, brandishing the key and tapping the other 
on the shoulder.

CHESTER: Here's the key! Lead the way.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck, inspecting the key as they proceed. Possibly it's 
boldly marked "ROYAL SUITE"?  Chester's tagging along at his side, arms clasped 
happily behind his back, beaming joyfully.

DECK (amazed): An upper floor, too! Isn't that a little expensive?

CHESTER: We're WORTH a little luxury! C'mon.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL (medium-wide shot): The pair entering one of a series 
of round elevator tubes standing at one end of the lobby.

DECK: You never cease to amaze me.

PAGE EIGHT:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL:  The Clerk at the main desk, drawing back from the customer 
he'd been helping and reacting to the desk 'phone, which is ringing.

SOUND EFFECT: BUZZZ!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: The Clerk on the 'phone.

CLERK: Yes, sir. Catering is setting up the banquet in the 40th. floor hall. The celebrities will 
begin arriving in about half an hour.

MIDDLE TIER PANEL (long shot): The Clerk, continuing his review, while inspecting a 
floor plan chart on the wall behind him. A few intervening figures pass to and fro in the 
foreground.

CLERK: The Royal Family will arrive shortly after we open the banquet hall. The crown 
jewels? They were delivered by special messenger, late this morning. No, they're completely 
safe, I assure you. Security put them in one of the rooms. The LAST one a thief would  
expect. It's just TOO ironic! They're in...

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: The elevator doors opening on an ornately papered and 
lit hallway, POV the outside of the lift. Chester, clinging to the canine's arm,  leads the way 
out. Deck is inspecting the electronic key card in his hand with interest.

DECK: The Royal Suite! This IS a treat!

CHESTER (happily): My special little hidey-hole. Not that I'd bring just ANYBODY here!

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL (two-shot): Deck, looking a bit lost. Chester is glancing 
brightly to on side, brightening.

DECK: Er, which door is it?

CHESTER: Um...right HERE!

PAGE NINE:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Interior of the room, with the pair entering through the 
door. The wallpaper is patterned in scrollish flourishes and there are gilded light fixtures 
protruding from the wall. Large, gilt framed mirror on the wall. Any chairs will be 
overly padded plush and possibly trimmed with golden fringe. A spectacular display of 
poor taste boldly flaunted.

DECK (in spite of himself -- this isn't Motel 6 and, as far as he can figure out in a slightly 
impaired state, he's not actually paying): Impressive!

CHESTER: The bedroom's back this way. Let's get comfortable, and THEN you can tell me 
how dazzling I am!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, pulling his hair loose as he goes. Chester casually 
glances off to one side (the background), where some sort of square glassite display case is 
set up in the center of the main room.

DECK: Well, it WOULD be nice to put my feet up.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: The edge of the wall at panel left. Chester's head is 
protruding sharply out from behind this, and sheer, unadulterated lust is pooled in his wide 
eyes as he regards the display.

CHESTER: Ummm...

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: The display case in the foreground. It contains a large 
crown, strings of jewels, and other princely trinkets. Heaps of them, in fact. A mesmerized
Chester is advancing from the far side of the case, hands clasped in rapt appreciation of 
his spectacular luck.

CHESTER: I'll...be along in a minute. Chris!

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL:  Deck, in a large, well appointed bedroom with a large 
and comfortable-looking bed, removing his vest and smiling.

DECK (thinking): Maybe I'm too hard on him. I know he loves me, and he DOES try to 
make me happy!

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, stretching out on the bed and stretching in a 
yawn (he's still wearing his pants).

DECK: <Chuckle!> Besides, he's really not all THAT much trouble.

CHESTER (off-scene) (little hearts and musical notes in the balloon): Oh, Chriiiis?

PAGE TEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL (1/2 across the page and half-way down it): Chester 
leaning languidly against the door frame, looking sultry and somewhat glittery. The latter 
quality's due to his literally being blanketed in chains and other bits of the treasure from 
the display case. The crown is perched at a jaunty angle.

CHESTER: <Purrrrrr> You like my new look?

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL "A" (half the height of a standard panel): Reversed POV. 
Shooting past Chester's back to show an astonished Deck sitting up on the bed, gaping.

DECK (thinking): Unstable, yes, but not THAT much trouble.

DECK (aloud): Wh-where'd you get all that?!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL "B" (below Panel "A"): Chester, sweeping in on Deck, 
pressing him back on the bed. This is no time for waffling over technical details.

CHESTER (amorous): Mmmm. I found 'em in a case in the other room.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck, under a nuzzling ringtail, beginning to be distracted 
from the point he feels he should really be making.

DECK: These...um...look real, Chester!

CHESTER: ALL part of the atmosphere!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL:  The display case, in the next room the lid jimmied open.

DECK (off-scene): The what?

CHESTER (off-scene): Royal Suite, get it? Why'd they put them IN here if they 
didn't expect you to play with them?

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Profile of Deck, lying back with his arms around 
Chester's neck, as the ringtail grins down from above.

CHESTER: Besides...

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Close-up of an instrument panel marked 'ALARM'. 
A prominent light is flashing on and off.

CHESTER (stemless balloon): ...who's going to KNOW?

PAGE ELEVEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL (1/3 across the page): Close-up of a level surface, with a 
scattering of large bullets clattering down onto it.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: wide shot of a security wardroom. To scene left, a 
rather young furry in large glasses (MacMurdo) is kneeling on the floor, half under a 
table, retrieving the errant shells. To the right, an older, somewhat worn-looking security 
officer (Ryan) is leaning back in a chair, watching the performance with a bored air. 
Evidently this is nothing particularly new. Both are in plain clothes (jackets. ties...).

RYAN: You know, I could load your gun for you, if it's going to give you that much 
trouble every time.

MacMURDO (vaguely annoyed  -- this ISN'T an isolated incident, and it's beginning  
to get on his nerves): No. I have to get it right some time!

RYAN (thinking): Now, where's THAT written down?

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Close-up of MacMurdo coming up under the table, 
barking his head and wincing, eyes closed.

RYAN (off-scene): Uh-oh. Looks like trouble.

MacMURDO: Wha...OWWW!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Ryan in the forefront, looking up at the now invisible 
alarm panel. MacMurdo's risen and is in the background, also looking forward and up, 
his pistol loosely gripped in his hands.

RYAN: That's the silent alarm on the jewel case in the Royal Suite! We've got company, 
Junior.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: MacMurdo in profile in the forefront, holding his gun up 
at right angles to his body, slapping the clip ito the bottom of the handle with his free hand, 
trying rather astigmatically, to look fierce and ready for action. In the background, Ryan 
shows signs of panic at this harrowing display.

MacMURDO: Well, I'm ready. Let's investigate!

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Ryan in close, alarmed facial, obviously thinking hard.
The panel behind him is filled with a just-concluded inquest, with a white-robed coroner 
stepping away from a sheet covered, prone form.

CORONER: The deceased was evidently shot in the back at extremely close range. I 
understand he had a particularly 'green' partner he was breaking in.

PAGE TWELVE:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL "A" (half the height of...well, you know the drill, Kid!): 
MacMurdo in the foreground, as Ryan, in the background picks up the received of a 
telephone.

Ryan: Er, tell you what, MacMurdo...

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL "B" (you know):  Ryan in the foreground at extreme panel 
left, the receiver poised, looking across and back at MacMurdo, who is exiting uncertainly, 
glancing back as he leaves.

RYAN: ...you go ahead. I'll call for back-up and meet you there.

MacMURDO (dubiously): Well, okay. I'll handle it until then.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL (half across the page and half-way down it):  Full figure 
of MacMurdo striding forward down a corridor and stowing his gun under his jacket, looking 
passably determined. This is his Big Chance, and he's only too keenly aware than he'd better 
make it count.

MacMURDO (thinking) (balloon # 1): Who am I kidding? We both KNOW I can use all 
the back-up I can get.

MacMURDO (thinking) (balloon # 2): Well <Ulp!> I knew I'd have to see some action 
sometime. I'd better make this good, or I'll wind up making the coffee and filing reports for 
the rest of my life!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: MacMurdo ducking into the elevator, nervously pulling his 
just-holstered and rather large gun with one hand (and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other?). An 
understandably nervous-looking couple are exiting the lift, making as wide a pass of the 
would-be detective as possible.

WIFE (a worried undertone): Honey?!

HUSBAND (an upbraiding undertone -- more or less a 'we don't want to annoy the nice 
maniac, now DO we?'): Shh!! It's p-probably part of the floor show. Or-or something.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: MacMurdo watching the long strip of lights set into the 
lift wall and indicating the various floors flicker appropriately. One hand on the 'up' button.

MacMURDO (thinking): Royal Suite. That's on the 45th. floor! If we seal off the hallway, 
there's no other way out.

BOTTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: The corridor, as the elevator doors slide open and MacMurdo 
peers out into the hallway. The corridor is empty, with the suite's door at the far end.

MacMURDO (thinking): Oh, great! I have to be EARLY!

PAGE THIRTEEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: POV forward and slightly elevated, from some distance.
MacMurdo is literally tiptoeing down the corridor, glancing wildly about.

MacMURDO (thinking) (balloon # 1): Easy. Nice and quiet!

MacMURDO (thinking) (balloon # 2): Where ARE those guys?! I could use some 
HELP!!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: MaMurdo seen from the front, over his extended gun, 
which dwarfs him. He looks grimly determined.

MacMURDO (thinking): Well, okay. That's it. Nobody passes, if it costs my last breath.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: MacMurdo's shadow (POV high and facing the 
panel) crawling up the ornate door of the Royal Suite. The barrel of the gun in the 
center of the lower frame.

MacMURDO (thinking off-scene): I just hope it doesn't come to that!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck on the bed, draped over Chester, who's 
stretched back, idly toying with one of his enshrouding strings of precious stones 
with long fingers. Deck's now also wound up in the strands. Deck's tenderly licking 
the ringtail's chest, very preoccupied. The LAST thing he expects is room service in
ANY form. Much less the armed-to-the-teeth sort.

CHESTER (faintly): Ohhhhh.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Side view of MacMurdo looking right at the sealed 
door. He's got the gun raised and is holding it in a death grip with both hands. Possibly 
gnawing at his lower lip? He's in a mild state of panic.

MacMURDO (thinking): This is IT! I can FEEL ! They're coming through that door 
any minute!

BOTTOM RIGHT TIER PANEL: Close-in behind MacMurdo as a hand falls on his 
shoulder. MacMurdo half looks back, eyes wide.

MacMURDO: YIP!

PAGE FOURTEEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester on his back, his hands on Deck's hips as the 
canine (now nude but under the covers from the waist down) pauses and glances up in alarm.

DECK: Did you hear anything...strange?

CHESTER (purring) : It's the ancient courting cry of the ringtails. 'Yip! Yip!' We only SAY it if 
we MEAN it!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, prone across much of Chester, looking 
suspiciously back, presumably at the outer room. He's only slightly fooled. He KNOWS 
he heard something from somewhere other than the bed, and it's got his mental hackles 
stirring.

DECK (doubtfully): Well...

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Ryan holding his hand over MacMurdo's mouth and 
steadying the glassy-eyed guard with his other hand. He has a profound look of pain on 
his face. Things are going about as well as he'd estimated.

RYAN (hissed): WILL you be quiet?! And pick up your gun. CAREFULLY! Back-up's 
going to be another few minutes, so we'll charge the door ourselves.

MacMURDO (thinking): We will?

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Ryan in full charge, one arm up to shield his face, the 
other gripping the trailing, rather unenthusiastic MacMurdo by one limp arm. MacMurdo
is brandishing his gun and his eyes roll up as he looks VERY uncertain about all this.

RYAN: Let's DO IT!

BOTTOM TIER OUTER LEFT PANEL: Small view of Ryan in a shower of wooden 
chunks and flinders.

SOUND EFFECT: CRAAASH!

BOTTOM TIER INNER LEFT PANEL: Close facials of an astonished canine and ringtail, 
bolt upright on the bed, with a shared "?" in an exclamation balloon over their heads.

BOTTOM TIER INNER RIGHT PANEL: Ryan rolling to one knee, gun thrust forward. 
MacMurdo's behind, holding his gun at the ready. They’re looking wildly around, Ryan grim 
and MacMurdo looking somewhat relieved not to have actually FOUND culprits.

RYAN: Nobody?!

BOTTOM TIER OUTER RIGHT PANEL: The closed bedroom door, POV the interior of 
the bedroom. Possibly Deck and Chester leaning in from the sides, reacting?

RYAN (stemless excitement balloon): In there!

PAGE FIFTEEN:

UPPER TIER PANEL (across page): Wide shot of the bedroom. At extreme panel left the 
inner door is exploding in a rain of jagged chunks, with the guards bursting through. To the 
right and a bit further back, Deck and Chester are staring up in stunned amazement from 
the bed.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: The guards, crouched with their guns extended lethally.

SOUND EFFECT: About 10 or so loud CLICKs.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL (head-and-shoulders two-shot): Chester sitting up at panel 
right, holding the covers up at a shield. Deck, who really feels something should be said, is at
panel left. Deck looks very worried. Another of Chester's little surprises. He really should have 
anticipated this...

DECK (haltingly): Err...can...we...HELP you gentlemen?

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck in a long gallop left to right (angling to the foreground, 
wrapped in a flowing, twisting cloud of the sheets), Chester is carried bent over his shoulder. The 
canine looks panic stricken, and isn't bothering to retrieve his clothes or the filch's A network 
of fresh bullet holes spot the wall behind them as they dash for some safe nook. The guards 
in the background, firing lustily, in their general direction.

SOUND EFFECT: General, enthusiastic gunfire.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Interior of a bathroom, Deck plummeting through the 
door and sweeping it closed behind them with his free arm, as he leans into the job. Eyes 
closed tightly?.

SOUND EFFECT: SLAM!

DECK (grinding this out): This-is-NOT-happening! Please tell me this isn't YOUR doing, 
Chester!

CHESTER (indignant): I didn't <Hic!> DO anything!

PAGE SIXTEEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck, waist-up, flattened across the EDGE of the closed 
door, his arms spread wide to barricade it. Chester glances around from the side. 
They're somehow managing to keep barely covered with the shared sheets

DECK: Right. Then they're burglars. Desperate ones! I don't suppose there's a 'phone in 
here?

CHESTER (glancing about the sparsely appointed room): No such luck. And they call this 
a luxury suite!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, eyes squeezed closed and ducking low as a barage 
of shells tears a chunk out of the door 's upper panel.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck being hauled up off the floor by a helpful ringtail. From 
beyond the largely intact barrier of the door, Ryan's voice is heard.

RYAN (stemless balloon):  MY FOOT, you idiot! You nearly shot my FOOT off!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, leaving the sheet to Chester and fishing a towel 
off a rack as a new covering. He crosses to the bathroom's one tall window.

DECK: Reasonable rates or not, I think we'd better leave quietly! Come on.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Profile view of Deck, leaning out through the window. 
It's evening and the sky is darkening significantly. Stars are beginning to show outside.

The towers of the surrounding buildings are much lower, just protruding above the bottom of
 the frame.

CHESTER (balloon comes from the opening through which the canine has his head poked): 
So how's  it look?

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck's head from above. Beyond, the wall of the building 
extends downward forever, gently curving outward as if descends. The street is far, far below. 
Off to the left is a projecting section (the roof of the ballroom where the Event is taking place).

DECK (muted – he has a healthy terror of heights): High. Very high.

PAGE SEVENTEEN:

UPPER LEFT TIER PANEL (medium shot of the pair, as seen from somewhere outside the 
window, which frames them): Chester joins the immobile canine at the window, coquettishly 
winding a second towel around himself. Still feeling the effects of the chocolates, he isn't unduly 
concerned. After all, Deck has HIM around to handle the really tough situations.

 CHESTER (happily): Oh, that's right. <Hic!> You're afraid of heights.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL (closer two-shot): Deck looks as close to ashen as he can 
under his fur. The breeze stirs his long hair. Chester is leaning forward to gaze into the awful 
depths below, looking more intrigued than worried.

CHESTER: Well, don't worry. I'LL get us out of here. You just relax.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL (narrow): Chester, leaning out the window and peering away, 
along a narrow ledge which passes along their floor.

CHESTER (an optimist): Got it! All we have to do is follow this ledge until we find an open window!

MIDDLE TIER CENTER PANEL: A visibly jittery Deck, shuddering and hugging himself 
against the ringtail's nasty, nasty words.

DECK (thinking): 'All', he says!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, his head whipping around as the door behind them 
smashes open and MacMurdo spills awkwardly into the bathroom, spilling onto the polished floor.

SOUND EFFECT: SLAM!

MacMURDO: Oof!

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Seen from above, Chester hops nimbly out onto the ledge, 
prompting Deck, who's crouched and has a supporting hand on the ledge, as he edges out into 
the cool outside air.

CHESTER: Come on, Hero!

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Chester in the lead, sure-footed and secure, while a 
scrambling Deck (Chester's towing him by one hand, and has him pulled 'way forward of 
vertical), his body anything BUT a vertical line, wobbles almost gamely along behind.

DECK (thinking): WHY couldn't I love a nice, quiet MOLE?!?

PAGE EIGHTEEN:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL (this tier about half the usual height): Close-up head-and-shoulders 
shot of Deck, wide-eyed, edging along (no significant background to indicate what's about to 
happen).

DECK (thinking) (unconvinced, but willing to try self-hypnosis as a last resort): Easy! C-Calm!
I-I think I'm starting to get the hang of this!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL (ditto the measurements of the upper tier): Deck, suddenly 
confronted by an amorous Chester, who's stopped to wait for him to catch up. Chester winds 
covetous arms around the canine's neck.

DECK (colliding roughly): OOF!!

CHESTER: <Hic!> Mmmm. You come here often?

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck off-balance, rocking away from the safety of the wall, 
with only Chester's loosely looped arms to hold him upon a secure perch. Deck's looking back 
and down, alarmed.

DECK: Whoa! Whoops!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Chester on the ledge, his arms looped through empty air. 
Deck's towel is fluttering  in mid-air, now open and dog-less.

CHESTER: Oops.

DECK (Scream balloon with the stem pointing down and off-scene): CHESTERRRRRRRRR!!!.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL (long vertical shot): Down the wall, with Chester perched at 
the top of the slope,  staring down at the form of the canine, who's rolling painfully down the 
gentle incline of the wall. 

NOTE: The outer wall's slope is just enough that, rather than falling, anyone in the unlucky
canine's position would roll and scrape along until he struck something to halt his course.
 Not that it'd be a comfortable little trip.

CHESTER (shouting): CHRIS!

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL "A": Deck, rolling down the slope in a tight ball.

DECK (balloon one): Oww!

DECK (balloon two): Ungh!

BOTTOM TIER PANEL "B": Chester diving headlong off the ledge in pursuit.

CHESTER: Hold on, Chris! I'm coming!

PAGE NINETEEN:

UPPER TIER PANEL (across the page): Wide shot of the gathering in the 40th. floor 
ballroom. Low POV. A long, ornate table filled with ice sculptures, food, and a huge punchbowl 
is in the background. Some sort of throne on a dais is off to one side. Various well-dressed furs 
scattered above. In the ceiling above the buffet table is a visible skylight.  To one side, a small 
discussion is in progress.

OFFICIOUS MALE: Her majesty would like to make the presentations now. What is the delay?

SECURITY OFFICER (holding a cellular 'phone): Um, a few security formalities in fetching the 
crown jewels. They'll arrive momentarily.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: The Officious Party looking annoyed as the other tries to carry 
on a quiet conversation on his 'phone. He's not doing that well, as the other simply won't shut up.

OFFICIOUS MALE (with a touch of frost): Her Majesty is unaccustomed to being kept waiting.

SECURITY OFFICER (becoming nettled): Look, MY job is to make things work smoothly, with 
no surprises!

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL (overhead view): Deck and Chester rolling off of the curving 
side of the hotel and arcing down towards the extended roof of the ballroom and the skylight.

CHESTER; Hang on, Chris!

DECK: To <Oof!> WHAT?!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL (to bottom of page): Vertical shot of the skylight shattering, 
with the paid plummeting straight down to a splashdown in the punchbowl. Possibly a few 
spectators shying back at the sides in the foreground. As Deck hits, there's a huge wash of 
punch and scraps of fruit. Chester's inches behind, so they hit almost simultaneously.

PAGE TWENTY:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: The punch bowl upsetting, sending a drenched pair cascading 
and sliding along the table, scattering food and guests in their wake. General squawks of protest.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, landing on one knee on the floor. Chester at his side, 
coughing. A couple of the security guards across the room are showing signs of doing something 
about this unwelcome interruption. A smallish centaur waiter in white jacket (possibly Crispin in a 
cameo?) is standing, slightly reared back, in the foreground, a large metal serving tray hanging, 
angled, from one hand. Several champagne glasses falling and smashing from the tray?

GUARD: Halt! 

DECK (thinking -- intrigued): This is the afterworld? It's a lot more ORNATE than I'd expected?!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck surging to his feet, half-supporting a sputtering Chester 
as he snags the tray with his free hand. The disc covers anything troublesome.

DECK: Excuse me.

WAITER: Oh, my!

MIDDLE TIER CENTER PANEL: The pair in full retreat, with several security guards closing 
in from the rear. In passing, Chester's whipping a bit of tablecloth off the buffet spread, which 
has one large cloth and several smaller ones atop that, under specific offerings. He's going to 
need something to wear...

CHESTER: This way, Chris!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: The pair, banging out through a door, into a hotel corridor.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Medium-close shot of 2-3 guards, all with their guns at the 
ready, crowding out of the ballroom door, checking all possible directions for signs of the 
fugitives.

SHOUTS FROM BEHIND (in the ballroom): ANARCHISTS!
                                                                    SHOOT TO KILL!
                                                                    _NUDE_ ANARCHISTS!!

GUARD # 1: People, we gotta' GET those two! The hotel's reputation is at stake.

GUARD # 2: Check.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: The corridor, suspiciously empty, seen from high up and 
shooting down along it. The guards are clustered at the bottom of the page, facing away, down the 
hallway.

GUARD # 3: Only...where'd they go?

PAGE TWENTY-ONE:

UPPER TIER PANEL (across page): The midsections of the guards as they move along 
the hallway. Possibly very large and glittery weapons held ready to be put to use at a 
moment's notice? The partially visible guards pass a tightly closed door.

GUARD # 1: Well, we know the lifts are sealed. So are the stairs.

GUARD # 2: Means they're trapped on this floor. 

SECOND TIER PANEL (across page): The door, opening a crack, as the departing 
guards' voices trail back from beyond. Possibly the guards' shadows on the expanse of 
wall to the side of the cracked door?

GUARD # 3: Yeah, and <Snort!> they aren't exactly inconspicuous. This'll be a piece 
'a cake!

SOUND EFFFECT (door opening): Click!

THIRD PANEL (across page): Two pairs of eyes peering out from the opening.

CHESTER: Are they gone?

DECK: I think so. For all the good that does us.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL (two-shot): Deck in the closet, leaning back, his arms 
folded across his chest. Chester is near, toweling off with a cleaning rag.

DECK: We're trapped on this floor!

CHESTER (unconcerned): What makes you say that?  

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, incredulous, as Chester dabs at one oversized 
ear, preening casually.

DECK: Didn't you hear? We'll be spotted instantly.

CHESTER: Oh? And why's that?

PAGE TWENTY-TWO:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL (1/4 across the page): Deck, trying not to lose it in the face 
of his partner's evident unconcern. He's pointing downward and below the bottom panel 
border, for emphasis.

DECK: We're naked! Don't you think that'll make us stand out just a TAD?!

UPPER TIER CENTER PANEL (1/2 across the page): Chester, opening the door a crack, 
and coaxing Deck's chin along with his fingers.

CHESTER: C'mere and take a look. What's that sign out there read?

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL (1/4 across the page): POV inside the closet, angling towards 
the door. Deck in silhouette edged with white, peering out of the darkened closet. The 
indicated sign on the far wall shows through the crack in the door.

DECK (reading): 'Pool And Sauna'. So?

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck, looking as if he's willing to be coaxed into a better 
frame of mind. Chester takes advantage of this by embracing him amorously.

CHESTER: <Hic!> That means a convenient locker room. We'll just saunter over there and 
pick out new wardrobes.

DECK: Well. That still means we've got to walk nude several hundred feet down an open 
corridor. Got an answer for that one?

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Chester leaning back a little, listening to some sound 
outside the closet.

SOUND EFFCT: WHIRRRR! SHOOSH!

CHESTER: Hmm. <Hic!> Maybe I have!

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Chester in the lead, peering out the slightly opened door. 
Deck's face is visible above his, also inspecting the source of the sound.

CHESTER: Just leave this to me.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: MacMurdo, emerging from the elevator, looking upset 
and carrying what amounts to a small handheld missile launcher.

MacMURDO (thinking): If I hadn't lost my glasses, I'd have had them! 'Go look busy for 
the guests' benefit, MacMurdo. Do SOMETHING right for a change'! Grrr. Ryan! If I 
didn't need the money...

PAGE TWENTY-THREE:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: MacMurdo coming down the corridor, seen from a high 
angle, with the closet door slightly ahead and to one side. MacMurdo's holding the weapon 
loosely and isn't particularly intent on the task at hand.

MacMURDO (thinking): As if we'd ever dare to use a concussion grenade in here. Still, if 
it puts some important minds to rest, I guess it's all right.

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: MacMurdo passing the closet door, from which a canine 
hand and a ringtail hand have emerged, covering his mouth and snagging him by the arm. 
He's bent backwards.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL (narrow panel): The door viewed from the outside, closing 
with a "Click." Muffled thumping from inside.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: The door opening again. Chester, adjusting MacMurdo's 
jacket over his shoulders, is looking around the opened panel., checking the hallway. Deck's 
visible behind him, wearing the security guarded pants, and hanging the other, who's tied with 
strips of torn cleaning cloths, from a coat hook set in the back wall.

CHESTER: You about finished?

DECK: Just tidying up a bit. It pays to be neat.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL (1/3 across the page): Deck, standing close to the outside 
of the closet door, as he carefully ease it closed. Chester's in the foreground, looking brightly off 
to parts unknown.
BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL (2/3 across the page): Wide shot of the hallway, with Deck 
and Chsster walking down it, right foreground to left background. Deck's only wearing MacMurdo's 
pants. Chester's wearing his jacket, buttoned down the front to cover any telltale specifics, but no 
pants, and his tail is lifting the fabric in back enough to give a slightly strange and revealing view 
to any passersby. A male otter going the opposite direction is pausing and staring back at the ringtail.

DECK: Now, just look casual. Just two weekend athletes on their way to the pool for a brisk dip.

CHESTER: Race you to the pool!

DECK: I said 'casual', Chester.

PAGE TWENTY-FOUR:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: The pair approaching a side corridor with a sign reading 'Locker 
Room.' A small cluster of bemused passersby are frozen along the hallway behind them, 
watching Chester's progress.

DECK: Huh! This was easier than I thought!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Two security guards approaching down the side corridor. 
Deck quickly reverses his course, coaxing the ringtail along with him.

DECK: Damn! 

CHESTER (delighted): Back to our little love nest?

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Deck, looking strained as Chester grins and waves to the 
sundry motionless guests he's now passing for a second time.

DECK: We can't. We sub-let, remember? Let's try this way.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: The duo angling down another side corridor, with a couple 
of security guards in the background, one nudging the other and indicating the departing pair.

CHESTER: <Hic!> Everyone's so friendly here! We'll have to stop here again!

DECK: Keep walking. Maybe in our next lifetime.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Two additional security guards down this new corridor. 
Deck abruptly reversing and taking Chester with him.

GUARD # 1: Gentlemen? We need a word with you!

DECK (undertone): I-will-not-panic. I-will-not-panic.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: The pair walking into the junction with the main corridor. 
Chester slightly turned towards the canine, opening the front of the borrowed jacket, tugging 
the front back and forth to flash himself for Deck's benefit.

CHESTER: I think I carry this look brilliantly, don't you?

DECK (whispering harshly): Chester! Please! People are starting to STARE.

CHESTER (cheerfully delusional): Ah, my public. How they love me!

PAGE TWENTY-FIVE:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: Overhead shot of the corridor and a side hallway. Deck and 
Chester are approaching the junction on one side, and Lark and Key are moving in from the 
other side. Possibly a trailing security man or two on Deck and Chester's side?

DECK: Just keep walking!

KEY: Look, you can't just help yourself to things like that!

LARK: But Travis! The door was broken open and it was all strewn around. I'm just 
GUARDING it until we can turn it in!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: The two pairs arrive at the junction at the same time, with 
Key and Deck both looking over their shoulders. The result is a ringtail/rabbit collision, which 
the others pile into. Key is wearing a portion of the crown jewels.

SOUND EFFFECT: WHOOF!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: Everyone seems to be helping each other up.
 Chester and Lark are exchanging intrigued looks. Kindred spirits, instantly recognized.
Key and Deck are glancing off towards their pursuers, and don't notice they're helping 
the wrong partners up.

DECK: Sorry!

KEY: Don't mention it. We were in a hurry.

DECK: Us too.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck, scooting along, dragging (he presumes) Chester in 
his wake. At least he has someone by the wrist.

DECK: Well, that was close. We've got to stop attracting so much attention and get out of 
here!

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: Key, looking extremely flustered, also towing someone in 
his wake.

KEY: The first thing is to get you to the room and OUT of those things!

BOTTOM RIGHT PANEL: Chester, brightening. Key in the foreground, POV front and 
slightly elevated. Key is gaping at the strange voice coming from close behind.

CHESTER: Sounds wonderful, but shouldn’t we be introduced first?

PAGE TWENTY-SIX:

UPPER TIER OUTER LEFT PANEL (1/4 across the page and half-way down it): Deck, 
holding Lark by his shoulders, and looking horrified.

DECK (frantic):  W-Who ARE you, and where's CHESTER?!?

LARK (playfully pouting -- JUST the thing the canine needs at the moment): Well, if that's 
the way you feel about it, I'm not sure I WANT to go to your room with you. You'll have to 
coax me. Say 'please'!

UPPER TIER INNER LEFT PANEL (ditto proportions): Key, leaning back in alarm as a 
tipsy Chester wraps his arms around his neck.

CHESTER: But we'll have to find someone for my friend. He's sensitive.

KEY: Now, wait a minute!

UPPER TIER INNER RIGHT PANEL (ditto proportions): Deck, looking determined and 
half-dragging the hare, who's enjoying all the confusion.

DECK: Come on!

LARK (helpful): Here, I'll even spell it for you! P-l-e-a...

UPPER TIER OUTER RIGHT PANEL (ditto): Key, pulling Chester along.

KEY: We're getting this straightened out right now!

BOTTOM TIER PANEL: Wide shot of the group. Deck and Key are each pushing the 
wrong partner in front of them, as they stand at the junction of the corridors.

KEY/DECK: I think this belongs to YOU?

KEY/DECK: Thanks!

CHESTER/LARK (frostily -- they aren't used to this sort of treatment): HMMPH!

PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN:

UPPER PANEL (across page): Deck and Chester have rounded and are starting to make tracks. 
Lark and the hare are in the background, in some sort of heated discussion. Several security
men moving in on Deck and Chester from the sides, not yet within distance to lay hands on 
them, but the intent's clearly there. One is turned, looking at the hare, who still has some 
jewelry draped about him. Little question mark in a balloon over this one's head

CHESTER (not ready to let this petty outrage go without a proper soothing): And then he 
<Sniffle!> BEAT me! Terribly! A-aren't you going to do anything to defend my honor?

DECK: Let's just get out of here! Besides, you were only gone for fifteen seconds!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL:  Rear view of the pair. Chester's still worrying this point. 
Down the corridor, ahead of them, the closet door is slamming open and a figure is spilling 
out onto the carpet.

CHESTER: Well, he WANTED to beat me. His eyes flashed fire!

SOUND EFFECT: SLAMM!

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL (close-up): A visibly furious MacMurdo, dressed mostly 
in whatever rags and other cloths he could wrap around himself, holding his rather large and 
nasty missile launcher ala' a rather scrawny Rambo.

MacMURDO (balloon one): THAT DOES IT! EVERYONE'S BEEN TAKING ME FOR 
GRANTED LONG ENOUGH! 'GET THE DONUTS, ROOKIE'! 'WASH THE SQUAD 
CAR, KID'! 

MacMURDO (balloon two): WELL, IT ENDS HERE!

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL (2/3 across the page): Massive recoiling. Deck and Chester  
and Lark and Keyin the foreground, and about 4-5 security men right behind them -- all one
 horrified, apprehensive group as the off-scene MacMurdo gets to his point.

MacMURDO (off-scene):  I'M TAKING YOU TWO OUT MYSELF! 

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL (frameless close-up): Deck's face, face twisted in a horrified 
little grin.

MacMURDO (off-scene -- exclamation balloon): NOW!!

PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: POV behind MacMurdo. The target group turning to bolt 
en masse back towards the pool room

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: Lark and Key in the foreground, caught off balance as the 
fleeing parties overtake them, both looking questioning and alarmed.

VARIOUS VOICES FROM THE MOB: GANGWAY!
                                                               GET A MOVE ON!

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: MacMurdo, firing his missile, which spirals forward in a 
smoke-traced corkscrew..

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL (2/3 across the panel): The fleeing group, seen from the 
front, pouring into the pool room, scattering a few passers-by, and dashing towards the pool.

BOTTOM TIER LEFT PANEL: The leaders of the mob splashing headlong into the pool, with 
the others close behind.

BOTTOM TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck and Chester, diving into the water, as the missile 
smokes overhead, abruptly swinging steeply upward.

PAGE TWENTY-NINE:

UPPER TIER PANEL (across page): Various heads bobbing above the water, chiefly looking up 
as the missile's smoke trail shoots up towards the domed roof overhead.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL (shorter than standard tier) (close-up): The missile strikes an 
overhead beam, and ricochets downward.

SOUND EFFECT (shorter than standard tier): CLAAANG!

MIDDLE TIER CENTER PANEL (shorter than standard tier) (high overhead shot): The missile 
shooting downward toward the pool, with various gaping parties below.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Deck and Chester looking at each other in horror.

BOTTOM TIER PANEL: Wide shot of the pool as the rocket buries itself in the water, and 
explodes. The water's surface rolls wildly up at one end, dips at the other. Geyser in the center. 
Many struggling swimmers.

SOUND EFFECT WHOOOM!

PAGE THIRTY:

UPPER TIER LEFT PANEL: The corridor below, as a whistling maintenance worker pushes 
a cart along, not a care in the world. There is an ominous creak from overhead

SOUND EFFECT: CREEEEAK!

UPPER TIER RIGHT PANEL: The worker, POV very low) looking up at the ceiling, where 
a large crack has appeared in the immaculate surface of the ceiling.

MIDDLE TIER LEFT PANEL: A cascade of water, filled with struggling bodies, smashes 
down into the corridor and blasts along its length. Deck and Chester in the forefront.

MIDDLE TIER RIGHT PANEL: Exterior of the hotel, a score of emergency vehicles 
surrounding it, and possibly a "police scene" tape sealing the parking lot off. A news crew is on 
the scene. If possible, Deck and Chester, in their drenched, borrowed clothes, exiting the scene 
to one side in foreground.

REPORTER: This is KYGX television on the scene of an apparent intergalactic terrorist attack! 
Martial law has been declared and the planet is sealed off for all trade!

BOTTOM TIER PANEL (overhead shot):  Deck and Chester walking down the avenue as a 
string of police cars race past, sirens wailing, heading for the hotel. The canine is looking 
extremely vexed.

DECK: Which means the 5 mile walk to the spaceport's the easy part! Why I EVER let you talk 
me into this...

CHESTER: Well, for a start, I keep things from becoming too boring.

DECK: <Sigh> There IS that...

SOUND EFFECT:  (Er...sirens, whatever they sound like?!?! Help, please?)

** END **