Stay Tuned: Darryl's Twisted Escape REDUX Part 1

It was a bleak stormy night in a city called Midtown. Midtown was a desolate wasteland, full of pollution, corrupt officials, and crime was all over the place. The suburbs were in shambles, the amusement park was pretty much abandoned, the aqueduct was polluted and dry, and jobs were practically much non-existent. In the middle of a barren desert, we see a large deteriorated mental institution surrounded by electric fences with searchlights. This place was known as "Blackfield Asylum." This place was home to some of Midtown's most notorious psychopaths, ranging from a man who was driven to insanity after being disfigured and murdering his wife, to a preacher who believes he was possessed. Two guards walked over to a closed steel door with a small window that read C4 Solitary. One guard was holding a container of medication, the other was holding a clipboard.

GUARD #1 (holding clipboard): Okay, what are we dealing with here?

GUARD #2 (holding medication): Marcus "Needles" Kane, also known as "Sweet Tooth." He suffers from an unspecified psychotic disorder, homicidal tendencies, and insomnia.

GUARD #1: Anything else I should know about him.

GUARD #2: Committed over a hundred murders. We tried sending him to the chair, but to no avail. He ended up here. He is EXTREMELY dangerous.

GUARD #1: Wait a minute. The treatment information says this: "WARNING: Meds have no effect; Lost cause."

GUARD #2: Look, rookie. You never know. There have been people here that say "Don't give meds" and it ended up working. Maybe it will work, maybe it won't.

GUARD #1: Well, you may have a point.

GUARD #2 (knocking on the door): Hey, Kane!

There was no answer.

GUARD #2: KANE!

He looked through the little window. A man whose head is on fire appears to be sleeping. The blanket was covering nearly his entire body.

GUARD #1: What's going on?

GUARD #2: Kane's just sleepin'.

GUARD #1: Ok, then...wait a minute! Didn't you say he has insomnia?

GUARD #2: Yeah.

The guards entered the room and approached the "clown," only to find out that he was a dummy.

GUARD #2: Damn it! It's a fake!

GUARD #1: That's not the only problem...

GUARD #2: What?

GUARD #1: He's escaped!

The guards looked at the open window.

GUARD #2: Notify everyone STAT!

Meanwhile, outside the asylum, an ice cream truck that had polka dots, machine guns and a clown head on top was high-tailing it.

ALARM: Attention! A patient has escaped. I repeat, a patient has escaped!

The man known as Sweet Tooth was bald, somewhat muscular man who wore a white pants with red polka dots on them, dark brown military boots, dark brown leather gloves and brown harness-type suspenders. He also wore a large white clown mask with a large red nose, wild red hair on each side, left eye covered (his exposed right eye was red, presumably the result of a shiner), damage all over and locked into a permanent twisted maniacal smile held up by several leather straps. Above all, the top of his head was on fire.

SWEET TOOTH: Three months in that wretched nuthouse. Longest I've ever been confined.

As he was driving through the city, civilians took notice of the ice cream truck heading their way.

CIVILIAN #1: It's the clown! He's escaped!

CIVILIAN #2: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!

The civilians all ran around hoping to avoid Sweet Tooth, who was ecstatic over the amount of potential victims he could kill.

SWEET TOOTH: This is going to be so much fun.

Sweet Tooth hit the gas on his truck and began what could possibly be his biggest massacre since being incarcerated. He ran over various pedestrians, crushing them underneath his tires, leaving behind bloody roadkill on the road. For the civilians he didn't run over, he took out with his machine guns, causing them to drop dead. Throughout the carnage, he was laughing maniacally, proud of his creation.

SWEET TOOTH (laughing maniacally): Looks like I did a nice job redecorating the place.

But before he could leave, Sweet Tooth found himself surrounded by army tanks and a helicopter named Warhawk.

WARHAWK PILOT: You're in violation of Midtown City Code 4432! Step out of your vehicle and surrender peacefully!

SWEET TOOTH: Not a chance in hell!

WARHAWK PILOT: Time's up!

As the tanks and Warhawk opened fire, Sweet Tooth pressed a button on the dashboard.

COMPUTER VOICE: Sweet Bot transformation initiated.

SWEET TOOTH: The only time that's up is your time!

To the shock of the army and Warhawk, the ice cream truck transformed into a giant robot dubbed "Sweet Bot." The mecha had a giant gattling gun mounted on its left wrist and the windshield area was now its chest where Sweet Tooth was commandeering.

WARHAWK PILOT: Retreat!

But before Warhawk could, The Sweet Bot jumped into the air and started flying. Sweet Tooth aimed at Warhawk and pressed a button.

COMPUTER VOICE: Laughing Death activated.

The Sweet Bot grabbed its head and threw it at Warhawk, causing it to explode and the pilot falling to his death.

ARMY TANK #1: WARHAWK DOWN, I REPEAT, WARHAWK DOWN!

The Sweet Bot, having regenerated its head, positioned itself above the tanks as Sweet Tooth pressed another button.

COMPUTER VOICE: Sweet Slam activated.

SWEET TOOTH: Your world's gonna come crashing down on you!

Sweet Bot slammed down on to the ground, triggering a massive shockwave, destroying all tanks and killing everyone in them.

SWEET TOOTH: Game over.

The robot retreated to its truck form, and Sweet Tooth stepped out of the car.

SWEET TOOTH: It's good to be free.

Suddenly, he noticed a slip of paper lying on the ground near his foot. He picked it up and looked at it.

SWEET TOOTH: Hm. What do we have here?

The paper turned out to be a photo. Sweet Tooth was interested to say the least.

SWEET TOOTH: Huh. These people look ripe for killing.

He turned the picture over to reveal the whereabouts, which was Seattle, Washington.

SWEET TOOTH: Looks like I got myself another body count waiting for me in Seattle.

Sweet Tooth climbed into his truck and placed the photo on his dashboard. He started the truck up and began to drive. As the truck drove, the photo revealed a family...to be more specific, the Knable family.

Roy and Helen Knable were your typical suburban American couple. They had two children; a 15 year old daughter named Diane, and a 13 year old son named Darryl. However, their marraige had been getting rocky for the past few years. Whenever Roy got off from his suck job as a plumbing equipment salesman, he would sit on his butt all day and watch TV, in other words, a couch potato. Helen on the other hand was a big-time advertising executive with a vitamin company. In layman's terms, Helen was fairly successful wheras Roy was so down on his luck, he drowned his sorrows watching the boob tube. This over time put a strain on their relationship to the point where Helen accused Roy of being jealous of her success, to which Roy would say otherwise.

One night, Roy was doing his daily routine of watching TV while Helen eating cereal out of the box, nodding in disapproval. Meanwhile, Darryl and Diane were walking through the kitchen getting ready to leave. Helen heard the footsteps and stopped them.

HELEN: Wait, wait, wait. Where are you two going?

DIANE: Mom, remember?

HELEN (thinks for a second, then remembers and gives them a "never mind" hand motion): Oh, right. You're spending the night with friends.

As Diane walked away, Helen took a couple steps toward her and briefy pointed a finger at her.

HELEN: Diane. (Diane turns around) No boys.

DIANE: Mother, I am not a child.

HELEN (stern): Mm-hmm. You go to directly to Tracy's, you understand me?

DIANE (exiting through the back door): Right.

Darryl, who didn't immediately and saw his sister leaving, turned back to Helen and approached her.

DARRYL: Mom, you know my friend, Billy Stephen?

HELEN: Mm-hmm.

DARRYL: Well, his dad moved out for a while, then his parents went away and sat in a hot tub all weekend. When they got back, Billy's dad moved back in and things were all better.

Helen briefly looked away (presumably at Roy) and looked back at Darryl.

HELEN: Did you and your sister plan this so your dad and I could be alone?

Darryl briefly bowed his head, subtly saying "Yes." After that exchange, Darryl left the house, got on his bike and was off to his friend, Billy's house. A couple hours has passed and the two were up in Billy's room at night, playing a little game of checkers. Darryl had the red chips, Billy had the black chips.

BILLY: How are things going with your parents, Darryl?

DARRYL: Take a guess, Billy.

BILLY: Same as usual.

DARRYL: Eee-yup.

BILLY: Ouch. That sucks.

DARRYL: Yeah, I know. King me.

Billy grabbed a red chip and placed it on top of the chip that reached the king's row.

BILLY: I hope this gets taken care of.

DARRYL: Same here. Oh, before I left I told my Mom about what happened with your parents. Hopefully, my parents will do what they did.

BILLY: Hey, anything's possible. If it worked for my parents, I'm pretty sure it'll work for yours.

DARRYL: True. I win.

BILLY: Aw, you always win.

DARRYL: Well, it's one thing I AM good at.

BILLY: Can't argue with you there.

Suddenly, a news report came on the television with an anchorwoman appearing on screen.

ANCHORWOMAN: We interrupt this broadcast to bring you an urgent news bulletin. A man has escaped from Blackfield Asylum and is on the loose. He is approaching Seattle as we speak. This man, known as Sweet Tooth drives an ice cream truck with red polka dots, machine guns, and a large flaming clown head on top. He is psychotic, armed and extremely dangerous. We advise you to stay inside and lock your doors and windows.

DARRYL: Uh-oh. That's not good. I really hope Mom and Dad are away from that creep.

An ice cream truck had reached Seattle and had stopped just around Billy's house. Sweet Tooth stepped out of the truckand pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked around the house through them. First he saw Billy's parents through the window...

SWEET TOOTH: Hm. They look so sweet together, don't they? (suddenly grouchy) Makes me wanna puke.

...then looked up at the window above to see Billy and Darryl.

SWEET TOOTH: Wait a minute! (puts down binoculars, walks to truck) That kid with the glasses looks familiar.

He pulled the photo out of the truck and spotted Darryl on it.

SWEET TOOTH: It's him! It's a pity I only found one, but hey, I don't mind pickin' 'em off one at a time.

He went back into the truck and pulled out a custom built machete, putting the picture back in the truck.

SWEET TOOTH: Let the games begin...

He walked up to the house and kicked the door down right off its hinges, frightening Billy's parents. This caught Darryl and Billy's attention.

BILLY'S MOM: What are you doing here?

Sweet Tooth stormed to the parents.

BILLY'S DAD (blocking Sweet Tooth): You want her? You gotta go through me!

Billy and Darryl ran down the stairs to witness what was going on.

SWEET TOOTH: With pleasure.

Sweet Tooth swung the machete at Billy's dad, wedging the blade into his shoulder.

BILLY: DAD!

This caught Sweet Tooth's attention as he turned his head to the boys.

BILLY'S MOM: Don't even think about touching them!

Sweet Tooth turned his head to Billy's mom.

SWEET TOOTH: You and what army?

Billy grabbed a ball and threw it at Sweet Tooth's head.

BILLY: Run, Darryl. Grab your stuff and get to your house!

Darryl ran and grabbed his house, while Billy distracted Sweet Tooth, only to be smacked down by the clown. Sweet Tooth spotted the fleeing Darryl, who had no time to grab his bike, his hat or his coat and quickly fleed as fast as he could to his house, with Sweet Tooth hopping into his truck and driving after him.

Meanwhile, back at the Knable residence, Roy was out in the backyard adjusting a newly installed gigantic satellite dish that came from a free trial. Helen, after seeing a humongous TV that also came with the trial, decided to pack her bags and leave Roy. On her way, she stopped at the kitchen, posted a note on the fridge, and came out in the backyard to spot Roy adjusting the aforementioned dish.

ROY (to Helen): That'll improve the reception!

Helen, already infuriated, put down her bag and stormed to a nearby shovel and picked it up.

HELEN: Oh, yeah, Roy? Well, how's this?

She ran to the dish and banged on it with a shovel.

HELEN: You receiving this?! Are you getting this?!

ROY (running to Helen to stop her, grabbing the shovel): What are you doing? Will you stop it?!

HELEN (walking away): I am leaving you, Roy!

ROY (in shock): What?!

Meanwhile, the dish turned and began beeping. Wind starting blowing and lightning started to strike.

HELEN (grabbing her suitcase): I want a man who'll touch me rather than his remote control!

ROY (starting a little tug-of-war with the case): Would you please hang on a second?

A needle was protuding out of the dish. Meanwhile, Darryl had reached the house nearly out of breath.

ROY: Listen, we have to talk!

HELEN: It's too late to talk, Roy!

Suddenly, their argument was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice screaming.

DARRYL: HELP! MOM! DAD!

Roy and Helen turned their attention to the source of the scream, which was Darryl running into the backyard, when without warning, he suddenly tripped and fell to the ground.

ROY, HELEN (in unison): Darryl?!

They put down the suitcase and ran toward their fallen son. They grabbed him by his arms and helped him to his feet.

ROY (angry): Darryl, what are you doing here?!

HELEN (angry): Aren't you supposed to be at Billy's?!

ROY: Where's your bike?!

HELEN: And your coat?! It's cold out here!

DARRYL: I was! But a man broke into the house with a blade and started attacking. Billy told me to get my stuff and come back here! I didn't have time to grab my bike or my coat. If I didn't leave immediately, the man would kill me!

Roy and Helen's faces changed from anger to fear.

ROY: Oh my, God!

HELEN (hugging poor Darryl): Someone tried to hurt you!

ROY: Darryl, is something going on? This doesn't sound like a typical burglar, who was it?

DARRYL (suddenly realizing something): Oh, no...

HELEN: What? What? What's wrong?!

DARRYL: I remember seeing a news report on the TV and they said it was...

But before he could finish the sentence, they were interrupted by a machete blade poking through the fence. Roy and Helen immediately pulled Darryl back from the fence as Sweet Tooth busted a big enough hole so he could squeeze through. In addition to his machete, he also had a shotgun in the back of his suspenders. The Knables were horrified.

DARRYL: That's the guy...

SWEET TOOTH: Damn right, you four-eyed brat!

Sweet Tooth walked menacingly towards the Knables, who were backing off right into the line of the dish.

SWEET TOOTH: I came all this way looking for you bitches. (Pulls out picture) But it looks like there's one of you missing.

Sweet Tooth threw the photo to the Knables. Helen picked it up and realized who was on it.

HELEN: Oh, my God!

SWEET TOOTH (admiring his machete): But no matter. I can kill you three now and go after the last one afterwa...

Suddenly a gunshot was fired and struck the clown in the leg, causing him to drop his machete; which Darryl picked up. Sweet Tooth turned to the person shooting him, which was a 16 year-old girl.

SWEET TOOTH: You!

GIRL (jumping into the yard): Leave them alone, you freak! It's me you really want.

Sweet Tooth grabbed her by the throat.

SWEET TOOTH: I'll be happy to oblige!

Sweet Tooth went for his machete, but it wasn't there.

DARRYL: Hey, Bozo!

Sweet Tooth swiftly turned his head. Darryl held his machete high.

DARRYL: You want this?

Sweet Tooth charged for Darryl

DARRYL: Go get it!

Darryl threw his machete at the dish, which sucked it in.

Sweet Tooth charged past the Knables to the dish.

SWEET TOOTH: My machete!

He menacingly turned to the Knables.

SWEET TOOTH: That was a mistake, buddy. Now you're REALLY gonna get it!

He pulled out his shotgun and pointed it at them. But before he could fire, the dish zapped a laser at the Knables and sucked them in.