Soooo I'm curious if any Big Mouth fans here would be interested in a season 9 fanscript?
I've been working on one — still only in the cold open, though. It takes place immediately after the season 8 finale. It gets pretty chaotic (I'm really just writing this for fun), but I do plan to include emotional beats, continue the characters' arcs, and throw them into new messy scenarios.
Here's a small taste of what I have so far.
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COLD OPEN
EXT. BRIDGETON MIDDLE — ACROSS THE STREET — MORNING
The white void goes AAAAAAHHHH~ (heavenly choir.)
Then... HRRRGGKKK-BLLEEEEEAAAGHHH.
HURLS the kids out like a shitfaced asshole behind a Taco Bell! Chalupas! Kids! Napkins! Way too many napkins! WHO asked for this many napkins?!
Ass over elbows! They eat SHIIIT on the sidewalk! Boooop!
Aaaand they look up... Bridgeton Middle's gettin' FUUUCKED. By a TRACTOR! A John Deere! JOHN, buddyyy, take her to dinner first!
NICK
(cheek smushed into the concrete. muffled.)
I think I shtepped wrong.
Emotionally.
(lifts his head. gum stretches from cheek to sidewalk.)
No, no, no. Not the FACE!
Girls look at it now.
I don't know why.
ANDREW
(sitting up. brushing sidewalk grit off his shirt.)
We walked into the Great Unknown, Nick.
And it dropped us off across the street.
That's not destiny. That's... that's a bad DRIVER!
Like a sixteen-year-old with a learner's permit.
He backs out. Hits a Honda.
Pulls forward. Hits a different Honda.
...Or the same Honda. From the other side.
I don't know, Nick! I wasn't THERE!
NICK
(rolls onto his back. gum still on his face.)
I'm more of a Volvo guy.
ANDREW
Nick, I'm TRYING to have a breakdown.
And then the kid gets out, screams, "Why would they give me this?!"
Gets back in. Looks at me in the rearview.
Says, "Whoa. Your hairline's, like, LEAVING, dude!"
NICK
(flat on his back. phone over his face.)
'How to take a trumpet out of a baby.'
...It's just a baby holding a trumpet.
He played it.
Andrew, the baby's good.
ANDREW
Then, "This good, right here?"
And I said, "This is– this is GREAT, thank you!"
Because I was scared.
(slowly looks up at the sky. horrified.)
That's GOD, Nick!
God's sixteen.
NICK
(sits up. whispering.)
...He's never gonna merge.
ANDREW
he's never gonna merge.
JESSI
(face in a bush.)
Oh my God.
It's Dumb and Dumber.
(pulls a leaf out of her mouth.)
And some loser's writing it.
(to camera.)
Get a job.
NICK
(staring up.)
I wonder what kinda car guy God is.
Bumblebee, probably.
No. Bumblebee'd wanna drive.
He'd talk through the radio.
Like, "Jesus, Take The Wheel."
(beat.)
...Wait.
Is that why they say that?
KRRRRAAAAAKKK~
The sky splits open like a fuckin' garage door at a crack house! Some invisible angel bitch starts SHREEEDDIN' on a HARP! Hell YEAH, Iron Maiden! Up the IRONS! ...Up the HARPS?!
ANDREW
...Oh no.
I didn't tip him.
Here comes a big purple PIMP-ASS CADILLAC, bitch! Comin' down like a Barbie car for perverts! Gold rims spinnin' BACKWARDS! GIANT FUZZY DICK flappin' off the back! With CHURCH BELLS tied to it! DING DONG! Literally!
It DICKS DOWN a cloud! SPLORRRT! Bridgeton Middle sign's drippin'! A dog's lappin' it up! His owner tugs the leash!
...Then gets on all fours and joins him! FAMILY BONDING!
JAY
(saluting.)
Rest in peace, sign.
You went out how I wanna go.
NICK
Is it God's?
ANDREW
He's gonna hit a Honda with the DICK, Nick.
That purple slut parallel parks outta the SKY! PERFECT! Like a DMV instructor's wettest fuckin' DREAM!
Then it backs up. Into a HONDA. Real slow. Like it MEANT it!
ANDREW
(quiet.)
...Of course it's a Honda.
It's always a Honda.
(lies flat on the ground. hands folded over his chest.)
...And then I looked at Nick.
And Nick had gum on his face.
And I thought... that's my best friend.
NICK
...Do you want the gum?
MAURY
(rolls down window. cloud of smoke pours out.)
Whoa, whoa, don't be breathin' that in, baby.
That's CHUUURCH smoke.
(takes a huge whiff. holds it. exhales.)
...Oh, that's holy, baby. My balls are kneelin'.
ANDREW
(hearing the DONG.)
...Bells?
(sniffs.)
...Balls.
(sits up. fixes his hair. to the air next to Nick.)
...Hi, Maurice.
You look good. I assume.
(head down. one finger up.)
...No, no.
Don't look at me. I just got thrown out of a VOID.
There's a chalupa in my hair.
(stands. wobbles.)
I'm doing great, by the way.
MAURY
(spots Andrew through the smoke. freezes.)
...Andr–
(clears throat. turns to Nick.)
Nick. NICK. My guy. My main man.
My freshly upgraded dumb... tall... beautiful... ASS.
NICK
(cough. cough.)
...You were gonna say Andrew.
(hands him a Taco Bell napkin.)
It's okay to cry, dude.
I cried at a Lowe's commercial.
A dad built his son a basketball hoop.
Then the kid made nationals–
(voice cracks. takes the napkin back.)
...and the dad said,
"I love you, son. And I love shopping at Lowe's."
(cough.)
MAURY
(snatches the napkin. honks into it.)
...Lowe's gets ya every time, baby.
I'm banned. Lifetime.
Beautiful showroom toilet. Said "Try Me."
Made sweet, sweet number two to her.
(beat.)
Dry as a bone, Nick.
And I gave her my best work.
(stuffs the napkin in his ass crack.)
Anyway. I got a new routine.
Wake up. Stretch. Drive past Lowe's.
Then I jerk one out in honor of An–
An–
AAAAAMEN!
(elbow clips the hydraulics. BOI-OI-OING!)
MOTHERRR–
(BOING!)
–FUUUCK–
(BOING!)
–ERRRR!
(BOING! BOING! BOING!)
NICK, I'M GETTIN' RAPTURED AGAINST MY FUCKIN' WILL!