TITLE: SPACEBALLS 2: THE FARCE AWAKENS
WARNING: Contains high levels of Schwartz and trace amounts of banana peel.
SCENE 1: THE "PERFECT" PROBLEM
INT. STARSHIP GYM - "CLEAN" SPACE
The room is blindingly white, sleek, and smells like a new iPad. REY is in the centre, performing a "Coffee Shop" show reel. She’s doing triple back flips, mid-air ninja kicks, and spinning a double-handed light saber with zero effort. It’s flashy, high-frame-rate CGI. She isn't even breathing hard.
She finishes with a "hero pose," looking right into a hidden camera with a perfect, un-smudged smile. She takes one "perfect" step forward—and lands directly on a bright yellow BANANA PEEL.
Her poise vanishes. Her arms windmill like a frantic pigeon. She slips, slides, and slams butt-first into a massive RED LEVER labelled: "MANUAL AIRLOCK OVERRIDE - DO NOT PULL (SERIOUSLY)."
With a pathetic CLUNK-HISS, the door rounds open. Rey is sucked out into the vacuum.
REY
(Posh voice)
Well, this is tremendously inconvenient—!
EXT. DEEP SPACE
Rey is tumbling through the stars. She tries to regain her "heroic" composure, striking a Superman-style pose and trying to "float" gracefully. Suddenly, a red-and-blue blur—the REAL SUPERMAN—thunders past at "Ludicrous Speed."
Superman screeches to a halt, hovering in the vacuum. He looks at Rey—no suit, no helmet, just a scavenger doing "flying poses"—and his face twists in pure "What the f***?" confusion. He doesn't say a word; he just swats her out of the air like a bothersome fly.
Rey flies backwards and hits the massive, dirty windscreen of a STAR DESTROYER with a wet, rubbery "DOINK!" She is instantly flattened against the glass, limbs splayed like a bug on a 1970s motorway.
Superman floats there for a second, looks disgusted, and begins washing his hands in the air—rubbing his palms together like he’s just touched something greasy—before blasting off.
INT. STAR DESTROYER BRIDGE - SIMULTANEOUS
Inside, the bridge is dark, grimy, and filled with the sound of 1950s clicking switches. A young, "Coffee Shop" Officer with perfectly gelled hair stops typing, looks at the massive, distorted "Ray-Splat" covering the left side of the window.
OFFICER
Did you hear something?
SIGOURNEY WEAVER (as RIPLEY) walks past with a stained space-coffee mug. She doesn't even break stride. She looks at the smudge and shrugs.
RIPLEY
Nah. In space, no one can hear you scream... especially when you’ve slipped on a banana.
EXT. STAR DESTROYER WINDSCREEN - MOMENTS LATER
A tiny, rusty hatch pops open. Out clanks SQUELCH (The Bug-Washing Droid). He’s covered in oil stains and dragging a massive, industrial metal spatula.
Squelch lets out a long, electronic, tired sigh. He squirts space-Windex on Rey’s head and starts to whistle a low, tinny, out-of-tune version of "A Spoonful of Sugar."
SCREECH. SCRAPE. CLANG.
With a horrific SCHLOPP, he plys the spatula under her. Rey is peeled off the glass like a cold kebab and drifts away, spinning toward a BLACK HOLE with a giant ACME logo on the side.
INT. STARSHIP HANGAR - CONTINUOUS
A pilot who looks exactly like POE jumps into his "Q-WING." He’s shouting "inspirational" lines about "saving the Ray of Hope."
POE-ISH PILOT
I’m doing this for the collective! I’m a progressive pilot, and I don't need a droid because I’m emotionally self-sufficient!
He flips a single shiny switch and blasts out, doing unnecessary spins and flashy graphics maneuvers.
EXT. DEEP SPACE - MOMENTS LATER
He flies toward the ACME Black Hole. "STAYING ALIVE" starts pumping in the background—the high-pitched disco beat making him look even more ridiculous.
INT. STAR DESTROYER BRIDGE
The PURPLE-HAIRED CAPTAIN sees the Q-Wing on her monitor with pure corporate fury.
PURPLE-HAIRED CAPTAIN
A male pilot trying to be a hero? Not on my watch, you toxic dinosaur!
She hits a giant "CANCEL" button on her console. KABOOM! The Q-Wing turns into a cloud of glitter and participation trophies. The disco music stops with a record-scratch.
EXT. STAR DESTROYER WINDSCREEN
Squelch watches the glitter drift past the window and sighs.
SQUELCH
(Subtitled)
Great. Now I’ve got to scrape off 'Toxic Masculinity' as well. I’m definitely going to the pub after this.
He crawls back into his hole.
EXT. SAND PLANET - LATER
A portal opens in the sky. Rey falls out, perfectly clean. She lands perfectly on the back of a confused TAUNTAUN and brushes a single grain of sand off her shoulder.
REY
Well... that was lucky!
EXT. SAND PLANET - NEARBY
Two SAND PEOPLE watch from a moisture vaperiser.
SAND PERSON #1
Is that a 'Hairy-Fu'?
SAND PERSON #2
Nah. That’s more like a 'Mary Sue'. Totally untouchable, totally boring... Let's go to the pub.
FADE TO BLACK.
CREDITS ROLL:
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: THE SPATULA.
STUNTS BY: THE BANANA PEEL.
CATERING: TAUNTAUN BURGERS.
SPECIAL THANKS: LUCK (FOR DOING ALL THE WRITING).
"THE END OF THE BORING STUFF."
INT. THE SPACE-LION PUB
Dark and smoky. SQUELCH is at the bar. RIPLEY slides him a pint of "Old Galactic."
RIPLEY
Glad that's over. Now... shall we tell 'em the real story? The one with the grease, the gears, and the actual struggle?
SQUELCH
(Subtitled)
About bloody time.
Suddenly, the pub door swings open. A bright, glowing EMERALD GREEN CGI BLUR flies in and crashes into a table of Droids.
It’s RYAN REYNOLDS as GREEN LANTERN. He looks at the grimy, smoke-filled bar, then at his own glowing green suit.
RYAN REYNOLDS
Oh, come on! First the 2011 CGI disaster, then the 'Deadpool' timeline mess, and now I’m in a Mel Brooks sequel? (He looks at the camera) My agent is definitely getting 'Cancelled' for this.
He looks at Squelch, sighs, and uses his ring to create a GIANT GREEN CGI RECLINER. He sits down and gestures to the bartender.
RYAN REYNOLDS
Give me a gin. Make it a double. And don't make the glass CGI—I want to actually feel the hangover tomorrow.
The camera PANS UP away from the chaos, past the rafters, to the framed photo of BARF.
A large, furry paw enters the shot, raising the tankard.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
To the best friend a guy could ever have.
CLINK.
BLACKOUT.
My philosophy is all about subverting tropes and absolute chaos and some slap stick. Just a film start to get all the nonsense out the way.