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“Write a humorous movie script, set in the Zootopia universe, about Clawhauser be” (1 conversations)
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1 turn Feb 22, 2024 at 11:01 AM EST Canada , Ontario
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Write a humorous movie script, set in the Zootopia universe, about Clawhauser being bored one day, when suddenly he has an idea. He goes to the desert district and begins collecting sand. Then he creates a home-made computer from the sand, doing all the things computer manufacturers do to create computer chips from sand. The end result? It can barely run Pong at 240 SPF (yes, seconds per frame), but at least the other ZPD members are impressed
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FADE IN: EXT. ZOOTOPIA - DESERT DISTRICT - DAY The sun beats down on the scorched landscape of the Desert District. We see a wide shot of the Zootopia skyline in the distance, with various biome districts sprawling across the scene. INT. ZPD PRECINCT - DAY Clawhauser, the cheetah desk officer, slumped over his desk surrounded by doughnut crumbs, is flicking through a magazine. He lets out a dramatic sigh. Clawhauser, looking defeated by routine, murmurs to himself. CLAWHAUSER (to himself) Glazed, sprinkled, chocolate... It's all just becoming too predictable. Clawhauser flips another page, his eyes widen as he sees an ad for a DIY computer kit. An IDEA bulb flashes in his mind. CLAWHAUSER Oh Em Goodness! I will build my own computer! But from scratch. From the actual scratch! EXT. DESERT DISTRICT - DAY Clawhauser, sporting a safari outfit and a shovel, embarks on his mission under the scorching sun. He digs through sand and fills up bags with iron-willed determination and sweat. CLAWHAUSER (huffing and puffing) If nature's giving out free computer parts, who am I to say no? A montage begins, set to an upbeat quirky tune. Clawhauser, now a self-taught silicon chip craftsman, is seen melting, filtering, and crafting with equal parts confusion and excitement. INT. ZPD PRECINCT - DAY We see a Frankenstein-esque setup with beakers, tubes, and high-tech sci-fi DIY gadgets all over Clawhauser's desk. EXT. POLICE ACADEMY TRAINING GROUNDS - DAY Bogo, the Cape buffalo and Chief of Police, observes with judicious eyes as Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde chase down robotic training dummies. Judy's police radio buzzes: RADIO DISPATCHER Attention, Chief Bogo. Officer Clawhauser has something to... "showcase." INT. ZPD PRECINCT - DAY Clawhauser, surrounded by fellow officers, unveils his creation under a dusty tarp. Coughs and more dust. CLAWHAUSER Ta-da! Meet the Clawputer 1.0! It's a hodgepodge of tubes, wires, and shiny sand-crafted chips. Clawhauser flips a giant comically large switch. The machine whirrs, coughs, and barely flickers to life, displaying a poorly rendered game of Pong moving at glacial speeds. CLAWHAUSER (proudly) Behold! 240 SPF! Seconds Per Frame! Pretty cool, huh? Officers exchange bewildered looks. Bogo squints at the 'Clawputer', then at Clawhauser. BOGO That's... certainly something, Clawhauser. Officer FANGMEYER, a tiger, squints at the screen. FANGMEYER At least it's not zero SPF. That's impressive in a really bizarre sort of way. Bellwether, the sheep assistant mayor, nudges her way through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. BELLWETHER This is just so innovative, in a very Clawhauser sort of way! Well, maybe the mayor's office could use one of these... as a... historical piece! A beat passes as Clawhauser beamed with pride. CLAWHAUSER Wait, watch this. He hits another button and a grainy chiptune version of "Try Everything" by Gazelle starts playing. The other officers begin to laugh and jig lightly to the tune. CLAWHAUSER (whispering to Bogo) To be honest, Chief, I really wanted to binge-watch Meowflix today, but I ran out of doughnuts and got bored. Bogo rolls his eyes but cracks an almost imperceptible smile. BOGO Congratulations, Officer Clawhauser on... breaking new ground. Let's get back to work everyone. The other officers clap, some stifling giggles, as Clawhauser takes a modest bow, accidentally knocking over a beaker, causing a small, harmless puff of smoke. FADE OUT. THE END.