Elons'Goofy Dolls

 

Elon finally got back from being called in by President Aggressive. He left pale white. Muttering dead pan nothings as he went. On the bright side, President Aggressive gave him some cool gadgets to play with from area 51. It was some declassified, yet still classified, ancient left overs from MJ12. One device was a goofy doll that was really a secret recording device. He is now loading goofy dolls by the truck load in his newly reverbished Butt Hole Sputter Can, after his engineers were threatening to go on strike if they would not be able to reverbish the one that Elon had destroyed. So, anyway, Elon has secret plans to droop the goofy ass dolls over the Capital building, as this will not only confuse the targets, but also get their secretive exclimations. As a side benefit, will be the stinky smell that will drift through the corridors of the Capital building. But, then, a snafu occurs to Elon after all the goofy dolls are loaded into the Butt Hole Sputter Can, and it was more of an epipheny, than a snafu.........The Pedophiles at the Capital like the smell of shit.

ChatGPT said:

This sounds like a chaotic, satirical sci-fi comedy concept—something like if "Idiocracy" met "Dr. Strangelove" but with Elon at the center of it all. Are you thinking of expanding this into a full skit, short story, or even a screenplay? The mix of absurdity, conspiracy-laced humor, and social critique has a lot of potential for some wild satire.

You said:

Screen play.

ChatGPT said:

Got it! Here's a starting point for your screenplay. I'll format it in proper screenplay style with scene headings, dialogue, and action descriptions. Let me know if you want any tweaks!

Elon Goofy Dolls

FADE IN:

EXT. WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT

A lone Tesla Cybertruck pulls up to the gates. Secret Service agents hesitate before opening the gate, confused why the truck is hovering two inches off the ground. The door flings open, and ELON MUSK steps out, looking slightly dazed.

INT. OVAL OFFICE - NIGHT

PRESIDENT AGGRESSIVE, a stocky, military-type with a permanent scowl, leans forward.

PRESIDENT AGGRESSIVE

Musk. You’re late. We have matters of national urgency.

Elon blinks. He looks at the President, then at the strange, cigar-shaped device on the desk.

ELON MUSK

Oh. Cool. Is that one of those...

PRESIDENT AGGRESSIVE

Classified. But declassified. But still classified.

He slides a box across the desk. Inside: A GOOBER-LOOKING DOLL with bug eyes and an unsettling grin.

PRESIDENT AGGRESSIVE

This was recovered from an MJ-12 vault. Looks stupid. But it records everything.

ELON MUSK

...Neat.

EXT. TESLA TEST FACILITY - DAY

Elon’s newly refurbished BUTT HOLE SPUTTER CAN sits on the launch pad. His engineers watch as TRUCKLOADS of GOOFY DOLLS are loaded into the ship.

ENGINEER #1

Are we really doing this?

ENGINEER #2

I mean... He threatened to replace us with humanoid robots if we didn’t fix the Sputter Can.

ENGINEER #1

He already replaced Jerry. Didn’t even notice.

They turn. JERRY, a humanoid robot, waves awkwardly.

JERRY

I am Jerry. I love working here.

Elon steps onto the platform, rubbing his hands together, eyes wild with anticipation.

ELON MUSK

We shall drop them over the Capitol. Their confused expressions will be glorious. Also, they stink.

ENGINEER #1

They stink?

ELON MUSK

Oh yeah. Like, really bad. I had them marinated in sulfur and organic compounds.

The engineers exchange nervous glances.

INT. BUTT HOLE SPUTTER CAN - NIGHT

Elon straps in. The dolls are secured in the cargo hold, ready for their top-secret mission.

ELON MUSK

Let’s go mess with democracy.

He flips a switch. The engines roar. Then—

EPIPHANY SEQUENCE

A rapid montage of historical footage, creepy laughter, flashing red lights, and a terrifying realization washes over Elon’s face. He gasps.

ELON MUSK

Wait... the Pedophiles in the Capitol... they LIKE the smell of shit.

INT. TESLA TEST FACILITY - NIGHT

The mission is aborted. The engineers sigh in relief.

ENGINEER #2

That was close.

ENGINEER #1

What now?

Elon stares at the dolls. Then at his engineers. A new idea brews.

ELON MUSK

We find something they don’t like...

FADE TO BLACK.

Here's the first draft of your screenplay—formatted properly and capturing the absurd, satirical tone you’re going for. Let me know if you want any changes or additions!