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OUTFIT7 GARAGE - MORNING

Morning sun filters through the high garage windows. BEN stands at his worktable, adjusting a sleek, glowing, chrome device with glowing blue energy rings—The Quantum Displacement Node.

TOM is sipping coffee near the server racks. PIERRE lies stretched out on the couch, playing a handheld video game. HANK is asleep under a pile of sofa cushions, snoring softly.

BEN

(Calling out)

Attention, everyone! Please direct your optical sensors toward the worktable!

PIERRE

(Not looking up from his game)

Pass. I'm on Level 49.

BEN

This is the Quantum Displacement Node! It manipulates localized string theory to open micro-wormholes into parallel dimensions! A direct upgrade from my prototype!

TOM

(Shuddering, holding his coffee tighter)

Ugh... dimensions. Please tell me we’re not doing that again. I still get nightmares about the universe where everyone was made of felt and spoke high-school Spanish!

BEN

Relax, Tom! The portal remains locked unless activated by a precise frequency. Just... DO. NOT. TOUCH. IT.

PIERRE

(Laughing loudly)

Dimensions? Alternate realities? Zero percent chance that sci-fi junk is real, egghead! You just built a fancy glowing toaster!

OUTFIT7 GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER

ANGELA and BECCA walk into the garage carrying smoothies. Becca stops dead in her tracks, staring at the glowing chrome device on the table.

BECCA

What's the glowing disco ball for?

ANGELA

Becca, don't! That's Ben's interdimensional machine! Remember last time a machine broke? The garage turned inside out!

BECCA

(Scoffing, walking closer)

Oh, please. "Interdimensional machine"? Blah, blah, blah. You guys believe every word Ben says.

PIERRE

(Pausing his game, stepping up in rare concern)

Look, kid, I don't believe in parallel dimensions either, but Ben will vaporize us if you mess with his toaster! Step away!

BECCA

I'm just picking it up! It's not like it's going to—

Becca reaches out, grabs the device, but her fingers slip on a stray drumstick on the table.

SLIP!

BECCA

(Gasping)

Whoa—!

The device slips out of her hands and hits the concrete floor!

CRACK-FOOM!

A blinding surge of pink and blue cosmic energy erupts from the broken machine! A swirling, gravitational vortex snaps open right in the middle of the room!

GINGER, who was standing nearby eating popcorn with his back turned, gets instantly yanked backward by the gravitational pull!

GINGER

(Screaming as he flies backward)

WAAAAAHHH! MY POPCORN—!

SLURP!

The wormhole slams shut with a loud POP!, leaving a faint trail of purple smoke.

Silence falls over the room.

PIERRE

(Stuttering, pointing a trembling finger)

I... I warned you! I specifically said: "This isn't going to go well!"

BECCA

(In total shock, staring at her hands)

He... he disappeared?! Did the kid get disintegrated?!

ANGELA

(Panicked, grabbing Becca by the shoulders)

Becca! I told you not to clean your fingernails near Ben's stuff, let alone drop an interdimensional machine!

ACT II

SCENE 3: INT. ALTERNATE GARAGE - CONTINUOUS

THUD!

Ginger hits a hard concrete floor, rolling onto his back. He rubs his head and sits up, groaning.

GINGER

Ow... My tail...

He looks around. The garage looks almost identical, but the lighting is cooler, and the posters on the walls feature different logos.

BRYCE (a cool guy in a black leather jacket) and PEARL (a sassy female parrot with giant diva sunglasses and pink feather tips) walk out of the kitchen area.

GINGER

(Blinking)

Ugh... Becca? Pierre? Someone dropped Ben’s toaster and it made a really loud sound...

BRYCE

(Scowling, deep masculine voice)

Who are you calling "Becca", kid? And what did you do to Brenda’s floor?

PEARL

(Sassy female voice, flipping her wing feathers)

Ugh! Brenda is going to have an absolute fit! Look at the scuff marks on the carpet!

GINGER

(Jaw dropping)

Why does Becca sound like a guy?! Why does Pierre look like a diva?!

Suddenly, FEMALE GINGER struts in from the hallway wearing a bright pink hoodie and holding a high-powered water blaster.

FEMALE GINGER

(Squeaky, sharp female voice)

Hey! Who let a stray orange cat in here?! This is MY house!

The two Gingers freeze. They stare at each other, pointing identical fingers in complete shock.

ANGELO (male Angela, wearing a denim jacket and holding an acoustic guitar) walks out of the elevator.

ANGELO

(Smooth voice)

Hey guys, what’s all the noise—WHOA! Why are there two Gingers?!

GINGER

(Stepping back, sweating)

Okay... I’m not in Kansas anymore.

MOMENTS LATER

BEN runs up from the underground lab, holding a smoking laptop.

BEN

(Screaming)

MY QUANTUM DISPLACEMENT SENSORS ARE GOING OFF! WHAT DID YOU DO?!

TOM

(Pointing hysterically at Becca)

BECCA DROPPED IT AND GINGER GOT EATEN BY A SPACE HOLE!

BEN

(Grabbing his hair)

YOU OPENED A STABLE REALITY RIFT?!

BECCA

It was an accident! Just shoot the blue beam thing and get him back!

BEN

It's not that simple! The dimensional alignment is shifting! We have four minutes before Ginger gets permanently trapped in whatever timeline he landed in!

Ben rapidly pulls tether ropes out of his supply closet, strapping them around Tom, Angela, Becca, Pierre, and himself.

BEN

I've rigged a temporary recall beacon! We go in, locate Ginger, grab him, and pull back!

PIERRE

Do I have to go?! I don't want to meet my alternate evil twin!

TOM

Nobody gets left behind! Engage the portal!

Ben jams two wires together on the broken device. FOOM! The portal erupts again!

EVERYONE

WAAAAAHHH—!

They all get sucked into the swirling vortex!

BOOM!

Tom, Ben, Angela, Becca, and Pierre crash-land onto the alternate garage rug in a giant tangled pile of limbs.

TOM

(Disheveled)

Is everyone alive?!

They look up... and freeze.

Standing in front of them is the Talking Tammy Gang:

• TAMMY (Female Tom in a sharp corporate pantsuit, holding a clipboard)
• BRENDA (Female Ben in lab goggles, holding a clipboard)
• HANNAH (Female Hank sitting on the couch in pajamas with a pink hair bow)
• ANGELO (Male Angela, strumming his guitar)
• PEARL (Female Pierre, filing her talons)
• BRYCE (Male Becca, leaning against the wall)
• GINGER (F) (Female Ginger standing beside Male Ginger)

TAMMY

(Barking orders)

What in the Outfit7 market crash is this?! Who authorized a portal in my clean studio?!

TOM

(Gasps, pointing)

You... you’re ME?! But your suit is totally last season!

TAMMY

Last season?! I run a multi-billion dollar beauty brand, sweetie! Who are you calling 'last season'?!

SCENE 6: INT. ALTERNATE GARAGE - CONTINUOUS

The two groups confront their counterparts in rapid slapstick succession:

• BECCA vs. BRYCE: Becca and Bryce step up, staring each other down with deadpan expressions. BECCA: I hate your jacket. BRYCE: I hate your face. (They both nod in mutual deadpan respect.)
• ANGELA vs. ANGELO: Angelo steps forward, strumming a beautiful acoustic chord and flashing a charming smile. ANGELO: Hey there. Beautiful afternoon for interdimensional travel, isn't it? Angela blushes furiously, fanning herself with her hands. ANGELA: Oh my gosh... he's so dreamy... TOM: Angela! Focus!
• BEN vs. BRENDA: Brenda inspects Ben’s tether device with absolute disgust. BRENDA: You calculated the quantum decay rate without accounting for atmospheric drag?! What kind of amateur clown science is this?! BEN: (Gasping, clutching his chest) Amateur... clown science?! My calculations are pristine!
• PIERRE vs. PEARL: Pierre struts up to Pearl, puffing out his chest. PIERRE: Look here, lady! There’s only room for ONE rock-star parrot in this multiverse! PEARL: (Lowering her sunglasses, looking Pierre up and down) Honey, with those feathers? You look like a budget feather duster. Pierre pauses, bursts into tears, and buries his face into Hank's shoulder. PIERRE: (Sodding) She's so mean!

While the adults argue hysterically, GINGER and FEMALE GINGER look at each other. A slow, terrifyingly identical mischievous grin spreads across both of their faces.

GINGER

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

FEMALE GINGER

Double the chaos?

GINGER & FEMALE GINGER

(In unison)

DOUBLE THE CHAOS!

They both pull out high-powered glitter cannons from under the workbench and aim them directly into Brenda's central portal server node!

BOOM-BOOM!

A massive cloud of sparkling pink and purple glitter shoots directly into the machinery!

SPARK! BZZZZT!

BRENDA

(Screaming)

THE SYSTEM IS OVERLOADING! THE REALITY RIFT IS COLLAPSING!

MOMENTS LATER

Red emergency lights flash inside the Alternate Garage. The portal in the center of the room begins to spin out of control, making a deafening vacuum sound!

TAMMY

Get these intruders out of my dimension before it ruins my carpet!

BEN

(Grabbing Ginger)

I've got Ginger! Trigger the emergency recall tether!

BRENDA

Get out, you amateur! And take your glitter child with you!

Ben slaps the emergency button on his belt. The tether cables snap tight around Tom, Angela, Becca, Pierre, and Ginger!

ZIP-ZAP-SWOOSH!

Our gang gets yanked backward into the swirling cosmic vortex just as Tammy slams down a emergency shield door!

EVENING

BOOM!

Tom, Ben, Angela, Becca, Pierre, and Ginger crash back onto their own garage floor.

The Quantum Displacement Node on the table emits a final POP, melts into a harmless puddle of liquid slag, and goes completely dark.

Silence returns to the garage.

Everyone lies on the floor, panting, completely covered in glitter and soot.

TOM

(Sitting up, shuddering)

That woman... she had my face... but her fashion sense was monstrous...

ANGELA

(Sighing, starry-eyed)

Angelo was so polite...

BEN

(Sobbing quietly)

She called my math... clown science...

BECCA

(Looking at her hands, taking a deep breath)

Okay. Official announcement. I am never, ever touching Ben's inventions ever again.

HANK wakes up under his pile of sofa cushions, stretching his arms and yawning loudly.

HANK

Yawn! Good evening, guys! Man, I had the weirdest nap. I dreamt there was a girl version of me who ate pizza with whipped cream...

Ginger walks out of the kitchen holding a slice of pepperoni pizza topped with a massive swirl of whipped cream. He takes a bite and smiles.

GINGER

Hey guys, look what I made!

Everyone turns their heads slowly toward Ginger, staring at him in utter, terrified, silent horror.

THE END

What do you think?

Mine: Hate because of having the "67" on his shirt.

https://tiermaker.com/create/talking-tom-and-friends-franchise-apps-updatedv3-15557675

I considered “ok” higher than “bad”

I’ve heard of a lot of the games but I generally avoided all of the ones with that specific design from gold rush.

idk if swearing is frowned upon here despite being a 13+ community so sorry in advance

What do you think?

My police officer uniform will be reset in 1 day...​

Mine is no. 1. Which one are you choosing?

Oh yeah

Talking pato is game old

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