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Inspect a gadget

Inspect a gadget
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[[Gadget Assignment Room]]
Eveneye: Aaanyway, for you, I've got a pocket lie detector for telling whether witnesses are telling the truth or not. And an Escape Key.
Bacterial: An Escape Key?

Eveneye: It's a key that you can use in any lock to open up a gateway, back to base.

Bacterial: Ace.
Eveneye: Now, onto your gadgets, Rightproper.
Rightproper: This is my favourite part of the job.

Eveneye: Er, yes. Well, for starters, I'm giving you a brain-halter.

Eveneye It'll stop those fired upon from thinking clearly for a period of thirty seconds, temporarily rendering them inactive.
Rightproper: Now this I've got to see.

Boys with toys

Boys with toys
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[[Gadget Assignment Room]]
Turnus: Hi.
Rightproper: Hey, newbie.
Bacterial: Shh.
Eveneye: Right, here we all are. Now, I've arranged a selection of technological gadgets to aid you in your mission. Let's start with your equipment, Bacterial.

Rightproper: Please, Prof, I'd rather not see Bacterial handling his equipment. He might set it off accidentally.

Bacterial: That's the fourth time you've used sexual innuendo against me, this week, Proper.

Bacterial: One more and I'll have your pay docked.
Rightproper: Jeez.

Eveneye: Now, now, children. Do you want your gadgets or not?

Mission to Misery

Mission to Misery
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[[Dank Malady's office. Malady is reading from an official looking document.]]
Malady: Ah, here it is. Assignment #366: In March 1994, a group of teenagers from Misery reported having seen 'lights in the sky' and having heard 'a strange buzzing sound' on the evening of the 29th of February.

[[Turnus rises from his seat.]]
Malady: I want you to go to Misery and find out exactly what happened, that night.
Turnus: Consider it done.
Malady: I've considered it being done, but that doesn't actually make it done.

Malady: Which is why I want you to do it.
Turnus: Fair enough. I'm on the case.

[[Turnus is standing on a briefcase.]]
Malady: Yeah. Could you get off that, now? It's got some pretty important files in it.
Turnus: Sorry.

First and list

First and list
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Malady: I've got it written down here. Wait a sec.

[Malady rummages around below the desk.]]
Malady: Aha!

[[Malady reads from a list.]]
Malady: Shaving Cream, Onions, Socks...

Malady: No, wait. That's my shopping list.

Star Pupil

Star Pupil
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[[Dank Malady's office.]]
Turnus: Wow. Thanks, sir.

[[Malady is taking a star sticker from a large tub of them.]]
Malady: Don't mention it, my boy. Take a gold star for your jacket.

[[Turnus takes it.]]
Malady: And don't run with scissors.

Malady: Now, as an agent, you're expected to do some actual work, so I'm assigning you with your first mission.

Malady: You'll be working alongside Agents Bacterial and Rightproper on this case. Bacterial is the senior agent and your superior, Rightproper is a pretentious git. Any problems?
Turnus: Just one. What's the mission?

Roast Turkey

Roast Turkey
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[[Dank Malady's office.]]
Turnus: You wanted to see me, sir?

[[Malady takes a sip from his cup.]]
Dank: Correct. Sit down, Turkey.

Turnus: It's Turnus, sir.

Dank: What about him?

[[Turnus sits down. The seat is so small that only his head can be seen above the table.]]
Turnus: No, I mean... that's my name.

Dank: Of course it is. Anyway, I called you here today because your training period is at an end. You are now a fully fledged Spec-Ops agent.

Supply and Demand

Supply and Demand
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[[Turnus stands putting his hand out for a door.]]
Holden (O.S.): You know the supply closet, at the foot of the stairs?

[[Turnus is opening a door marked "Staff Only".]]
Turnus: Yeah.

[[Dank Malady sits on a throne, inside the closet, with lots of junk behind him.]]
Holden (O.S.): That's his office.

Look Who's Joking

Look Who's Joking
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[[Changing room. Turnus is changing out of his dance-off costume. Holden comes over to him.]]
Holden: Nice workout, rookie. I think you're ready.
Turnus: Hell yeah! John Travolta's got nothing on me!

Holden: John Travolta's the real head of the CIA. He's got something on everybody.

[[Turnus raises an eyebrow inquisitively]]

Holden: Yes, that was a joke. Now go and report to the big boss, already.
Turnus: Uh, right. Where's his office?

We're gonna need a Montage

We're gonna need a Montage
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[[A montage of shots of Turnus training, culminating in a picture of him on the dance floor.]]
Lyrics: You're gonna be a Spec Op agent, you're gonna be the best, you'll fight your fears - hold back the tears, until you pass the test! You're gonna be an agent, a sci-fi superstar, one of the team - you'll reign supreme, forever flying far.

Music to his ears

Music to his ears
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[[Shooting range. Turnus puts the CD in the CD player.]]
Turnus: Cool! I've always wanted one of these.

[[Turnus puts his headphones in and looks for Blank.]]
Turnus: Hey! Hold up!

Turnus: Strange girl.

[[Turnus presses the button to play on the CD player.]]
Turnus: Oh well. The Montages, eh?
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Lyrics: Do you believe in second chances?
In moving on, from yesterday?
If you believe in second chances -
Then take a new path today.