DreamWorks: The Bad Guys - A Prisoner's Lament (A Fan Music Video Animation)
Project Overview
DreamWorks: The Bad Guys - A Prisoner's Lament
Created by Pierre Perifel an JP Sans
Script:
(A B major piano note begins with a sad tune)
That night, a wave rolls in where the Bad Guys are on a boat that's taking them to a Super Ultra Crazy Max prison. A sad Wolf looks up and sees this through the window. It's a big and oppressive building. Then, the Bad Guys are lead inside in handcuffs.
(As they singing a sad lament called "Life's Been a Cell")
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- american
- male adult
(A deep sigh) It’s not the cage that gets you. It’s the memory of the sky.
(Singing softly, almost to himself, a recitative) Every chase had a thrill... Every corner, a thrill... Now the motion is still... He tries to give a signature sly grin, but it’s a broken, fragile thing that doesn't reach his eyes. He looks at his tail, which is completely limp on the floor. The others watch him, mesmerized by this uncharacteristic vulnerability.
The tail that I'd wag at a perfectly-planned zig and a zag... It hangs like a rag... Life's been a cell.
- male adult
- american
(Coiled tightly in on himself, his head resting on his own body) We really did it this time. We flew too close to the sun, and instead of getting burned, we're just going to be... put in a box. Forever. No more heists. No more guacamole. Just a box.
- female adult
- american
(Clicks her pedipalps, her eight eyes all downcast) It's the only view, for the rest of our lives. No screens. No data streams. Just... that.
- male adult
- american
(His voice a low, gurgling whisper) This... is not a good view.
- male adult
- american
(His usual manic energy completely gone) I can't feel my moves. The rhythm... it's gone. It's like the music inside me just died.
(A B major piano note begins with a sad tune)
- english
*Say something you think would fit*
- english
*Say something you think would fit*
- english
*Say something you think would fit*
- male adult
- american
(Singing softly, almost to himself, a recitative) Every chase had a thrill... Every corner, a thrill... Now the motion is still... He tries to give a signature sly grin, but it’s a broken, fragile thing that doesn't reach his eyes. He looks at his tail, which is completely limp on the floor. The others watch him, mesmerized by this uncharacteristic vulnerability.
The tail that I'd wag at a perfectly-planned zig and a zag... It hangs like a rag... Life's been a cell.
- male adult
- american
(Sings)No pockets to pick, no hands for the feast, Just a serpent-shaped hole in the heart of the beast. The greatest long-con, the one I sold best... Was making you think I don't care. I'm a mess. My entire existence... is a cell.
- american
- female adult
(sings) Beautiful code, elegant hacks, Unspooling the web, covering tracks... Now the light, it just cracks, on iron and facts... Life's been a cell.
- male adult
- american
(Sings) These fins, masters of disguise, From a Screaming Mimic to a poodle in ties... Now shackled, a prize... Life's been a cell.
- male adult
- american
(Voice cracking with hysterical passion) ¡Ay! ¡No es justo! I was born with a song, a percussive, explosive, volcanic song! These walls will prove me wrong! My song's not a cell!
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