7.14 Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie (Transcript)
7.14 Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie
Written by: Andrew Dabb and Brad Buckner
Directed by: Mike Rohl
Air Date: 10 February 2012
NOW
EXT. – NIGHT
SAM runs around a corner and hides behind a vehicle in a deserted light industrial area.
SAM:
[out loud to himself] It's okay. They can't hurt you. They can't hurt you. "If it bleeds, you can kill it." Yeah. "If it bleeds, you can kill it."
SAM looks over the vehicle and sees a clown with green hair, yellow pants and a red jacket standing a short distance away. The clown laughs and runs towards SAM, who runs first towards a high fence and then to a door. The clown runs after him, raising its knees exaggeratedly high with each stride. SAM breaks open the door and bolts it behind him.
INT. GARAGE – NIGHT
SAM moves some metal objects in front of the door and looks around the building, which is a large garage or workshop. He hears a crash behind him and turns to see the clown coming through the door, laughing. SAM starts to walk away from the first clown, but another clown, which is also laughing, has appeared in front of him. SAM stops and the second clown zooms closer.
Splotches of red, blue and green morph into the:
SUPERNATURAL (Title Card)
Colored glitter falls from the title.
ACT ONE
EXT. PARK OR REST AREA PARKING LOT – DAY
SAM is leaning against a Jeep reading a newspaper.
Timestamp on screen:
60:00:00 Earlier
59:59:59 Earlier
59:59:58 Earlier
59:59:57 Earlier
The phone in a nearby phone booth rings. DEAN answers the phone.
DEAN (on phone):
Hello?
"I am the eggman."
SAM smiles briefly. DEAN rolls his eyes.
DEAN (on phone):
Seriously, Frank, pay phones? I mean, come on. I – I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it.
Fred Savage? Really?
Yeah, no, I know, big mouths are everywhere.
Uh, well, since you asked, some actual intel on the Dick Roman guy would be nice.
Fine. All right.
Yeah, good looking out.
The phone clicks as FRANK ends the call. DEAN hangs up, scowls at his hand and walks over to SAM.
DEAN:
I hope he finds something quick. This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese.
SAM:
So, we got dick on Dick?
DEAN:
That's a vivid way of putting it. You find anything on Wonder Woman?
SAM:
No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But...
SAM holds up the Wichita Sun. The headline is “Peculiar death baffles authorities.”
SAM:
...I might have found something over in Kansas.
DEAN:
All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies.
SAM smiles.
DEAN:
In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze – no hot chicks of any kind.
SAM:
Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say –
DEAN:
Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool.
DEAN walks over to another car. A sign on a nearby building reads “Welcome to Idaho.”
INT. MORGUE – DAY
A DOCTOR pulls back a sheet from the body of a middle-aged man. The body is covered in circular raised sores of various sizes that appear to have been made by tentacles. DEAN and SAM are wearing their FBI suits.
DEAN:
Ohh. Those are not the fun kind of hickeys.
SAM:
You're – you're saying an octopus did this?
DOCTOR:
Not just any octopus. Based on welt diameter, enteroctopus dofleini.
DEAN:
And for those of us who skipped the enteroctopus class?
DOCTOR:
Giant Pacific octopus.
DEAN:
How giant we talking, Doc?
DOCTOR:
Approximately 30 feet.
SAM laughs briefly.
SAM:
I mean, aren't... giant octopi rare around here?
DOCTOR:
Yet here we are.
DEAN:
All right, so what happens? Guy comes home, cracks a beer, and gets... suckered to death?
DOCTOR:
Obviously, this was some kind of freak fetish attack. Someone created those hickey marks, then bled the man out.
The DOCTOR turns the dead man’s head to expose a wound on the side of his throat.
SAM and DEAN walk through the hallways.
DEAN:
That bite look a little vamp-y to you?
SAM:
Yeah, no question.
DEAN:
So what are we looking for? An octovamp? A vamptopus?
SAM:
That's crazy even for us, right?
DEAN:
It does push the envelope. Let's go chat up the widow.
INT. WIDOW’S HOUSE – DAY
SAM:
We're very sorry for your loss, ma'am.
DEAN:
Mrs. Harper, we know this is, uh, bad timing. But we just have a few routine questions that we need to ask you – is that okay?
MRS HARPER, SAM and DEAN are seated around a coffee table. MRS HARPER is holding a Kleenex. SAM and DEAN have cups of coffee.
MRS HARPER:
Yeah.
SAM:
Did the house feel any different lately?
MRS HARPER:
Different...?
DEAN:
Anything strange. Cold spots. Uh, did you smell anything weird? Maybe sulfury?
MRS HARPER:
No. Not that I can remember.
DEAN:
Okay, we're just ticking all the boxes here. Um, what about any skeletons in your husband's closet?
MRS HARPER:
Skeletons? What do you mean?
DEAN:
Can you think of anybody who would want to do him harm? A colleague, an old flame.
SAM:
The tiniest detail could really help.
MRS HARPER:
You want to know what he was up to lately? Ask Stacey. She was here the night he died.
SAM:
Um... Stacey?
MRS HARPER:
Our nanny. Any other questions?
DEAN:
No, that's... Thank you. You've been a big help.
DEAN and SAM get up to leave.
SAM:
Really appreciate the hospitality, ma'am.
A little girl watches from the top of the stairs as DEAN and SAM leave the house.
EXT. MRS HARPER’S HOUSE – DAY
DEAN:
Mom, dad, nanny – boy, that is a love triangle right out of Casa Erotica. 'Course, in those, the jealous wife tends to channel her feelings more productively.
SAM:
The only thing I can't wrap my mind around is –
DEAN:
What, how wife lady summoned an octovamp?
SAM:
More like "why?" I mean, kind of impractical, right?
DEAN:
Yeah. All right, one of us needs to go talk to the naughty nanny.
DEAN walks around to the driver’s side of the car.
DEAN:
The other one stay here, shake down the place when the wife leaves – see what we're dealing with.
SAM:
All right. I'm on the nanny.
DEAN:
I'm on the nanny.
SAM:
I thought you said no hot chicks.
DEAN:
We don't know that she's hot.
SAM gives DEAN a look and walks off.
INT. HOUSE – DAY
DEAN:
Now, uh, how would you describe your relationship with the deceased?
NANNY:
I don't know. Normal, I guess.
DEAN:
Normal?
NANNY:
Well, I mostly dealt with Debra. There was nothing going on, if that's what you mean.
DEAN:
Debra said that you were at the house late the night that, uh, that Brian died.
NANNY:
Yeah. Brian was working late, so I stayed with Kelly. She was pretty upset.
DEAN:
Why's that?
NANNY:
Well, it was her birthday. We had a party at Plucky's.
DEAN:
Plucky's. Why does that sound familiar?
NANNY:
Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie? Pizza chain for kids. Actually, more for lazy parents. Anyway, her dad showed up for five minutes, then he went back to work. And, of course, her mom was out of town. This stupid kid told Kelly her folks didn't really love her. She freaked. I was calming her down for hours.
DEAN:
Uh, did you...notice anything weird at the house?
NANNY:
Weird like...?
DEAN:
Anything. Even a bad feeling.
NANNY:
No, nothing like that. Actually, Kelly does have a weird thing about closets. But it's just kid stuff.
DEAN:
Try me.
NANNY:
She thinks there's a monster in her closet. It drives everyone crazy.
EXT. STREET – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
Hey, we talked to the wrong person.
SAM (on phone, V-O):
What?
DEAN (on phone):
Yeah, forget the mom. Talk to the daughter. She's mad at her dad for ditching her birthday.
SAM (on phone, V-O):
So, what do you think? A birthday wish gone wrong, something like that?
DEAN (on phone):
I don't know. It could be.
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE MRS HARPER’S HOUSE – DAY
SAM is in the Jeep watching KELLY draw in chalk on the footpath outside the house.
SAM (on phone):
I got a 20 on her right now.
DEAN (on phone, V-O):
Can you get to her without tripping the AMBER Alert?
SAM (on phone):
I'll try.
EXT. STREET – DAY
DEAN is about to get in the car.
DEAN (on phone):
All right, see what you can find out.
EXT. OUTSIDE MRS HARPER’S HOUSE – DAY
KELLY is drawing what appears to be an octopus on the footpath outside the house.
SAM:
Whatcha working on there?
KELLY:
I know who you are.
SAM:
You do?
KELLY:
Mm-hmm. You're the guy that talked to my mom.
SAM:
That's right. I did.
MRS HARPER:
[from inside house] Kelly! Where are you, honey?
SAM:
Something wrong?
KELLY:
My mom will get mad if I talk to you.
SAM crouches down in front of KELLY.
SAM:
Um... How come?
KELLY:
Because of what I told the police.
SAM:
And what did you tell the police?
KELLY:
I told them that I tried to warn my dad. That the monster would get him.
MRS HARPER opens the front door.
MRS HARPER:
Kelly. Come here! Now! Kelly!
KELLY runs into the house. MRS HARPER looks unsmilingly at SAM and closes the door. SAM looks at the picture KELLY drew: an octopus with sharp teeth and an unfriendly expression. The camera pans in on the octopus’s face.
EXT. PARK – NIGHT
A man wearing a bathrobe is running through the park, looking over his shoulder. He is being chased by a small white horse or pony. We see only its body, legs and the lower half of its head. It neighs. The man scales a fence and stands panting on the other side. After a moment, he leans close to the fence to listen for hoofbeats and then presses his back against the fence. He is impaled through the chest by what appears to be a horn. The horn withdraws and the man falls to the ground, dead. Over the fence, we see that the pony has a horn: it is a unicorn. A light runs up the horn from the base to the tip and there is a twinkling sound. The unicorn paws, rears, neighs and then canters away, with rainbows shooting from its tail.
ACT TWO
INT. GARAGE – NIGHT
Timestamp: NOW
The second clown approaches SAM, clapping its hands once.
CLOWN:
Aah! Ha!
SAM punches the second clown, then does a backwards kick at the first clown.
SAM:
"If it bleeds, you can kill it."
SAM points his gun at the second clown as it laughs. He shoots the clown twice, sending glitter flying. The clown appears uninjured. Both clowns laugh. The second clown knocks the gun out of SAM’s hand and punches him three times, sending SAM reeling towards the first clown. The first clown pushes SAM at the second clown, which catches SAM and holds him for the first clown to headbutt. Both clowns laugh maniacally.
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN, wearing his FBI suit, examines the hole made in the fence by the unicorn’s horn. An ambulance and a CSI officer are at the scene, and police siren wails.
Timestamp:
36:36:08 Earlier
36:36:07 Earlier
36:36:06 Earlier
36:36:05 Earlier
36:36:04 Earlier
DEAN:
Huh.
[to POLICE OFFICER] Hey. Um... Okay, so, the horse I get. The hoofprints, the jumping over the fence. But, uh, what ran him through?
POLICE OFFICER:
Best thing I could tell you is something big.
DEAN:
So, what, like a lance?
The POLICE OFFICER shrugs. The deceased man’s body, covered with a sheet, is rolled towards the ambulance on a stretcher. A woman is standing next to the ambulance.
POLICE OFFICER:
It's sad. Lady's got to pull her friggin' 8-year-old out of school and tell him his dad's dead.
DEAN:
Excuse me.
DEAN walks towards the woman, who is being escorted away by another officer, and holds up his FBI badge.
DEAN:
Excuse me, ma'am? Agent Jones, FBI.
WIDOW:
I'm sorry. I - I really need to go.
DEAN:
Okay. Uh, just one quick question, if you don't mind. Um, was yesterday your son's birthday?
WIDOW:
Billy's birthday? No. Why would you ask that?
DEAN:
Nothing. Never mind.
WIDOW:
Oh. But... his father did take him to a friend's birthday party yesterday.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM’s phone rings.
SAM (on phone):
Hey.
DEAN (on phone, V-O):
Hey. You remember a chain called Plucky Pennywhistle's?
SAM (on phone):
[after a pause] No.
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
Really? Could have swore you loved those places.
SAM (on phone, V-O):
No, dude, I hated them.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM (on phone):
Uh, you would dump me and go trolling for chicks.
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
It's not like I left you in jail. I mean, those places are supposed to be fun.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM (on phone):
Fun? Uh, they're lame. And they smell like puke. And the ice cream is all grainy.
DEAN (on phone, V-O):
All right, don't have one of your episodes, okay?
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
I'm just saying I hit a dead end with this whole wishes-gone-wild thing, but both kids were at Plucky's day of. Look, why don't you go check out the local Plucky's...
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
DEAN (on phone, V-O):
...and ask about this Billy kid?
SAM (on phone):
Look, man, w-why don't I just... why don't I just wait for you to get back?
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
No can do, Hermano. I'm on my way to talk to little Billy.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM (on phone):
Why – why – why don't I talk to Billy right now?
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
[laughs] Wait, wait, wait. This isn't about your, uh, your clown thing, is it?
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM (on phone):
What?!
EXT. PARK – DAY
SAM (on phone, V-O):
No!
DEAN (on phone):
Sammy?
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM (on phone):
No.
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
Yeah, what in the world did they do to you?
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
DEAN (on phone, V-O):
All right, you know what? Never mind. Just know that 99.99%...
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
...of all clowns can't hurt you.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
DEAN (on phone, V-O):
Okay? And if it bleeds...
EXT. PARK – DAY
DEAN (on phone):
...you can kill it.
DEAN shakes his head and hangs up.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
SAM:
[whispering to himself] "If it bleeds, you can kill it."
EXT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE – DAY
A sign on the awning of the building reads “Where all your dreams are good!” SAM is sitting in the Jeep.
SAM:
I'm too old for this.
INT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE – DAY
SAM enters. A recorded message says “Welcome to Plucky Pennywhistle’s! Have fun!” SAM flinches at a large picture of a clown on a wall and exhales sharply. He walks to the ticket counter, which is manned by a staff member, HOWARD. He passes a mechanical clown that laughs and says “Welcome to Plucky Pennywhistle’s!” as its jaw moves. SAM eyes it several times.
HOWARD:
Welcome to Plucky’s, where all your dreams are good.
SAM:
Could you just, uh, maybe...
SAM holds up his FBI badge.
SAM:
...just get the manager for me?
HOWARD nods and walks off.
SAM:
Okay.
SAM walks further into the room, past the mechanical clown and a clown-shaped sign that says “You must be THIS TALL to play here.” He appears very uncomfortable. He looks up at a large clown head mounted on a pillar and blinks. A person in a lion costume poses for a photograph. A young WOMAN employee crouches down next to a YOUNG BOY who is seated at a child-sized table.
WOMAN:
I just need you to stay sane for three more hours. Okay? Here. Finish your homework.
The WOMAN walks away. Her name tag reads LIBBY.
YOUNG BOY:
Like I can concentrate in here.
LIBBY pauses, but doesn't turn around.
SAM looks at a wall hung with paper placemats that say “Draw your worst fear... Plucky will make your fear disappear.” The drawings include a shark and various monsters. A name tag on the wall says “Kelly Harper.”
MANAGER:
Real beauties, huh? We rotate them out once a week. Kids love having their art on the wall.
SAM:
"Draw your worst fear"?
The MANAGER’s name tag reads JEAN.
JEAN:
I know. But we don't post the truly evil stuff – just the standard crap like sharks and ghosts.
JEAN holds out a hand to SAM.
JEAN:
Jean Holiday, shift manager.
They shake hands.
SAM:
Johnson, FBI. So tell me – why even ask the kids to draw creepy stuff to begin with?
JEAN:
It's just an exercise... some pop psychologist came up with. Plus, the owner's obsessed with "aiding children's development." So, the place mat is a safe way to get kids to talk about their fears. You know, we get them to sketch it in a little box, and – voila! – Plucky magically transforms it into rainbows and candy. Personally, I think it's a load of hooey, but they say that if these fears run wild, then it affects kids long into their adulthood.
A laughing clown walks between JEAN and SAM and gets very close to SAM’s face. SAM leans back.
SAM:
Yeah, I've – I've – I've heard that. Um... so, I – I don't know if you'll remember, but there was a – a kid in here yesterday named Billy Pogue for a party?
JEAN:
Oh, the conniption kid.
SAM:
Conniption? He – he had –
JEAN:
No, no, no, not him. He was fine. It was his dad. He pulls the kid away before cake and presents, and I guess the kid asked to stay for another five minutes. The dad pulls a full-frontal douchebag, starts screaming. Just embarrassed for the kid.
SAM makes a call on his phone. As he is waiting for it to be answered, a JANITOR whistles to attract his attention.
JANITOR:
Hey. [whistles again] Hey.
The JANITOR looks around to see who is watching. SAM pushes a button to end the call and walks over to the JANITOR.
JANITOR:
You a cop?
SAM:
Uh, yeah. I'm a Fed.
JANITOR:
Uh, what are you investigating?
SAM:
Couple of crazy deaths. Why, is there something you want to share?
JANITOR:
Look – not now. Too many eyes. Come back after closing.
INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY
DEAN is taking food in paper boxes out of a bag. The boxes have chopsticks attached. SAM enters.
DEAN:
Hey. So, what's the lowdown with trauma town?
SAM makes a face and DEAN smiles.
SAM:
I can tell you this much. Neither vic was up for parent of the year. Kelly's dad skipped her birthday, and Billy's dad pulled one of those Dick Parent scenes that makes everyone cringe.
SAM puts some of the placemats from Plucky Pennywhistle’s down in front of DEAN.
DEAN:
What the hell are these?
SAM:
Kid therapy. Um, you draw your worst nightmare – poof! – Plucky fixes it. Um, they hang them up on this big wall.
DEAN:
Well, can't argue with this. Leprechauns are deadly.
SAM snorts.
DEAN:
Okay, so, Kelly draws a monster, and then that goes after her father? That's what we're saying?
SAM:
Well, here's the thing. They label those. And guess which two were missing. Well, name tag was there – no place mat.
DEAN:
Little Miss Octovamp.
SAM:
Yeah. And... Billy. So... somehow, whatever he drew came to life and killed his dad, riding a horse.
SAM pokes at his food with chopsticks.
DEAN:
Close, but no Seabiscuit. See, I went and had a little chat with Billy. And he drew me this.
DEAN unfolds a piece of paper on which is drawn a unicorn with a rainbow-colored tail. A person is impaled on the unicorn’s horn.
SAM:
Wait. So now unicorns are evil?
DEAN:
Yeah. Obviously.
SAM:
Great. Well, now the question is, how did a unicorn come off a sketch and kill Billy's dad? How's any of this happening?
DEAN rubs his chopsticks together and prepares to eat.
INT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE – NIGHT
JEAN is counting money behind the ticket counter. The JANITOR walks past carrying a backpack.
JANITOR:
Well, that's it for me. Guess I'll head out.
JEAN:
Uh, one more thing. Some kid puked in the ball pit. It's gonna need a full sanitization. Do that, and then you can clock out.
INT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE BALL PIT – NIGHT
The JANITOR is knee-deep in balls in the ball pit, using a large suction tube to suck up the balls. Something appears to be moving under the balls behind him.
JANITOR:
Aah! Aah.
The JANITOR reaches a hand down to one leg. When he takes his hand away, it is covered with blood. He looks around the ball pit. Something grabs him from behind and pulls him down as he yells. He gets back to his feet. Something moves under the balls in front of him. He flails for the side of the pit, but is dragged back. He tries again to get out and is dragged under the balls. All is still for a few moments, then the JANITOR reappears. He looks frantically in all directions, then is pulled under the balls again. A moment later, blood splashes against the glass wall of the ball pit.
EXT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE – NIGHT
DEAN and SAM, wearing casual clothes, arrive in the car DEAN has been driving. Two police cars and an ambulance are outside the building. EMTs wheel the JANITOR’s body, covered with a sheet, out of the building on a stretcher. DEAN holds up his FBI badge.
DEAN:
Hold on one second there, guys.
SAM is talking to JEAN in the background.
SAM:
Keep in touch.
DEAN looks under the sheet.
SAM:
Uh, thank you.
SAM walks over to DEAN.
DEAN:
So?
SAM:
The manager found the body in the ball pit. Blood everywhere.
DEAN:
Cops have a theory?
SAM:
Yeah, they think the ball washer did it.
DEAN:
The what?
SAM:
The... ball washer.
DEAN:
[smiling] The what?
SAM:
The ball –
SAM holds up his hands in frustration.
DEAN:
Look at this.
DEAN lifts the sheet covering the body. SAM raises his eyebrows and inhales.
DEAN:
Thank you, gentlemen.
The EMTs wheel the body away.
DEAN:
That's a shark bite.
SAM:
Yeah.
DEAN:
And, uh, judging from the radius, I'd say a 20-footer, at least.
SAM looks sceptical.
DEAN:
"Shark Week," man. How do you not watch that?
SAM walks away.
DEAN:
Whole week of sharks.
INT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE – NIGHT
SAM and DEAN are looking at the wall of placemats, using flashlights. SAM removes a name tag from the wall.
SAM:
Omar Cooper. How much you want to bet little Omar here was scared of sharks?
DEAN:
Saul the janitor is connected how? I mean, he's not related to Omar.
SAM:
No. But Saul had something he wanted to tell me.
DEAN:
So this isn't about ganking some dickweed parent.
SAM:
More like, uh, silencing a whistle-blower?
DEAN:
Great, so whatever we're looking for can literally fire off childhood fears at will. Wow. Watch out for evil lunch ladies.
SAM is holding an EMF reader.
SAM:
All right. Let's comb this place.
SAM walks off. DEAN takes an EMF reader out of his jacket pocket.
DEAN:
Seriously. Dractopus. Seabiscuit the impaler. Land shark – what's next?
EXT. PLUCKY PENNYWHISTLE’S MAGICAL MENAGERIE – DAY
A hatchback pulls up outside the building. LIBBY is driving. The YOUNG BOY is drawing in the passenger seat.
LIBBY:
Okay, Tyler, that's it. You got to take the bus from here.
TYLER:
But I thought –
LIBBY:
I can't. I'm sorry. I'm late.
LIBBY takes some coins from her purse and gives them to TYLER.
LIBBY:
Here.
TYLER gets out of the car.
LIBBY:
Stay out of trouble.
LIBBY gets out of the car. The camera pans in on TYLER’s drawing on the passenger seat. It is of a giant robot with red beams coming from its eyes standing in front of a city backdrop. Two people are fleeing and a car is upside down.
