Fallen Arches/Transcript

Lefty: (from o.c.) Halt! (They do so; pull back to bring him into view.) When Captain Righteous says, “Not so fast,” you should either slow down or preferably stop!

Captain: What in Sam Hill are you doin’ here?

Lefty: I’m…your right-hand man, Lefty. Right?

Captain: Oh, no, you don’t. You’re here for all the glory and none of the work!

Lefty: Now don’t start that again, you old windbag!

Captain: I work alone, Lefty.

Lefty: Fine.

(Cut to the Ministry; they turn their heads back and forth to follow the argument.)

Captain: (from o.c.) Fine!

Lefty: (from o.c.) Fine!

Captain: (from o.c.) Fine!

Lefty: (from o.c.) Fine! (Pull back.)

Mastermind: All right, all right! You’re both fine! (rushing' up to Lefty) Just get out of our way!

(He shoves Lefty aside; the sidekick falls to the ground in slow motion, and the sound of cracking bone is heard when he lands.)

Lefty: My hip!

Captain: Lefty! (running' toward him) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

(He appears to be making good time, but the camera pulls back to show the entire block and the truth—he is going only slightly faster than his normal shuffle. He stops for breath halfway.)

Captain: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! (He finally gets there.)

Lefty: (crying in pain) Captain…

Captain: (cradling him) Are you all right, Lefty?

Lefty: Now that we’re together…I can’t fight.

Captain: Well, I can’t fight without you!

Lefty: You’ll…have to. (He sighs and passes out.)

Captain: (dropping him) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

(As he screams, he flies erratically toward the Ministry and falls on top of them. A moment later, an ambulance rolls up to the scene, its siren blaring. The image shrinks, becoming a graphic next to Whitfield at the news anchor desk.)

Whitfield: This was the scene earlier today when five senior citizens were rushed into intensive care.

(Cut to everyone in the living room; they're watching the broadcast.)

Whitfield: (on TV) Doctors report that they are not in critical condition.

(Close-up of them. Our heroes, Bubbles and Buttercup glare at Blossom, sitting between them. As the report continues, she looks apologetically at each of them and then slides down o.c. from the couch.)

Ash Ketchum: Way to go, Blossom.

Misty: Nice job, genius.

Pooh Bear and his friends: (shake their heads in disapproval)

Whitfield: (on TV) But they wonder how five elderly men could get into such a situation. And it is this reporter’s opinion that perhaps none of this would have happened—

(The background for the end shot comes up, and the girls appear. Bubbles glares at a sad and sorry Blossom from the left, and Buttercup does the same from the right. They don't forgive her at all)

Whitfield: (voice-over) —if the Powerpuff Girls would have just saved the day.