From: pa1129%sdcc13@ucsd.edu (Steve Boswell) Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny Subject: Mission Impossible meets the Twilight Zone Date: 7 Apr 90 10:30:09 GMT Mission: Impossible meets The Twilight Zone (Scene: The city zoo, near the gorilla exhibit. Two gorillas are sitting down near a pool of water, pulling bugs from each other. Suddenly Jim Phelps jumps over the wall from a service area and quickly shoots the two gorillas with tranquilizer darts. He walks up to the female and reaches between her legs to open a secret catch. Out falls a small tape recorder and a manila envelope. Phelps opens the envelope and plays the recorder.) Tape: Good morning Mr. Phelps. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find the person or persons responsible for the death and disappearance of twenty UCSD visual arts undergrads and bring them to justice. The only clue we have... (Phelps looks at a photo of a thin man in dark clothing) ...is a picture of a man who was observed at the scene of some of the disappearances. Since this is an internal affair, we suggest you not use the right-wing radicalisms that you normally exercise outside our borders. If any of your force is caught, the Secretary will be more than happy to leave you twisting in the wind. This tape will self destruct in five seconds. (Camera moves back to show that a large crowd has gathered to stare at Phelps. Wisps of smoke come forth from the tape recorder and toward the male gorilla, waking him up. As he begins beating the tar out of Phelps, the camera pans left to Rod Serling, holding a lit cigarette.) Rod: Jim Phelps... last of a dying breed. In an age of enlightened interaction between governments, a Cold War crusader now working as an undercover... Lady: (Walking up to Rod from the crowd) Here now! You filthy man! Don't use that kind of language around my son! Rod: Shhh! Lady: Don't you shush me! I won't have you talking about filthy disgusting sex in front of my son! Rod: (Perplexed) All I was going to say is that Jim Phelps is working as an undercover... Lady: (Covering her son's ears) Don't say it! Don't you DARE talk about that man, that dirty man who has to go outside of the human species to find sex. I don't want you putting perverted ideas like free love and masturbation and... (Meanwhile, Jim Phelps, badly thrashed, delivers a tremendous right uppercut to the gorilla and walks away.) Rod: Madam, please... Lady: Don't you call ME madam! (Her husband begins to drag her away) Of all the cheeky things, calling me madam in front of an impressionable child... Rod: (Turning back to the camera) Jim Phelps... last of a dying breed. In an age of enlightened interaction between governments, a Cold War crusader now working as an undercover police force. He seeks evil, but today he may find instead... the Twilight Zone. Phelps: (Off-camera, to Rod) Hey, you're the guy in the photo! (Runs up to Rod, grabs him by his shirt collar, and puts the tranquilizer gun to his head) Tell me what you know or I'll kill you right now! Rod: (Becoming defensive) Kiss my ass... Phelps: (Throwing Rod up against a wall) NOW, mister! Rod: OK, OK... (reaches into his pocket) Here's the address where the bodies are. Phelps: (Snatching the paper) Thanks. (Phelps shoots Rod in the chest with the gun, then runs. Rod collapses. The crowd gasps.) (Scene: A reception room in a medical school on the east side of town. A secretary sits at a nearby counter. As she is talking on the phone, a student and two street thugs carrying a large package walk up to her.) Student: I need to talk to the professor about a grade change. Secretary: He's left for his summer vacation. Try again in three months. Student: You've got to be kidding! Secretary: I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it. Next... (Student walks off with an aghast look on his face. Street thugs walk up to secretary.) Thug #1: We have three packages for the professor. Secretary: Oh yes. He's expecting you in his office. Thug #1: Thank you very much, ma'am. (Thugs walk to the professor's office, go in, and close the door. Student walks back to secretary's desk, staring at the professor's door. He then stares at the secretary. Cut to inside office. The professor is sitting at his desk, and the thugs are putting down a package.) Thug #1: We have a man with a slashed throat, multiple lacerations, and bruised organs here. In the truck is a woman cut from chest to stomach with a chain saw and a young boy with arsenic poisoning. All freshly killed, just like you ordered. Professor: Excellent... bring the man into the training lab, and put the other two into the freezer over in cadaver storage. Thug #1: Very well, sir... (Thugs pick up package and leave the room with it. Dissolve to next scene.) (Scene: A conference room. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Jim Phelps is sitting at a table with Barney, Paris, and Cinnamon. Hugo is also here, guest starring as the driver.) Hugo: Okay, can we go over the plan one more time? Phelps: (Wild look in his eyes) WHAT?! (Stands up) We've been over this plan sixteen times now! It's perfectly simple! You still don't understand it? You idiot! Get out of here! You're not on this mission any more! (Hugo's face becomes sullen; he stands up and leaves the room. Phelps looks around.) Phelps: Right, everyone else understand the plan? All: We imagine rightfully so with honor, Jim! Phelps: Good! Let's do it! (Everyone leaves the room.) (Scene: The medical school. Show "Later that night, on the east side of town..." caption. All four, dressed in black, are creeping along a dark passageway. They come to a lit window, and looking through, they see the training lab. It has an operating table with an object covered with a sheet. A door in the lab opens, and the professor walks in with two students. They walk to the table.) Professor: Here is your final assignment. Determine the age of the woman, how long she's been dead, and the exact cause of death. I'll be back in an hour or so to check up on you. (Professor removes the sheet, revealing a woman with a large gash running from her chest to her stomach. It's the lady from the zoo. Students get to work.) Phelps: (Whispering) This med school is training students with the murdered bodies! (Suddenly the professor opens a door they hadn't seen and turns on a light.) Professor: (Startled) Who the hell are you? (All four run down the dark hallway leading to the back alley. Professor blows a whistle, and loud footsteps are heard. Finally, Phelps and his team burst through the exit door into the dark alley.) Phelps: (Looking around wildly) Where the hell is our getaway car? Paris: We don't have one. Phelps: (Turning to Paris) What are you talking about? Paris: Hugo was supposed to drive the getaway car, Jim. You dismissed him and didn't tell anyone else to drive. Phelps: (Staring blankly) You're kidding... (Flood lights switch on from all along the med school wall. Armed men pour out of the door, capture Phelps and his team, and march them inside. Professor is with them.) Phelps: (To Professor) I demand to know where we're being taken! Professor: Fine... we're going to use one of you to beat the other three to death to see if our students can figure out what the murder weapon was. You'll all be used as a final project for our graduating seniors. (Professor opens a door, and everyone is taken inside, then the door slams. Rod Serling, holding a lit cigarette, walks in from left and faces the camera.) Rod: Jim Phelps... (Professor opens the door and sees Rod) Victim to the crime he tried to solve... Professor: (Grabbing Rod and pulling him through the doorway) And you can join him! Rod: (Struggling) Wait! You don't understand! I'm Rod Ser... (Door slams. Fade to black. Roll credits.)