Trainwreck ZADR

[Dib, enraged] "BULL HOCKEY!! I just saw like ten weasels fall out of your coat! Besides, GIR told me aaaall about your new 3D-Weasel-Printer! I bribed him with ice cream and lint."

Zim blinks innocently as hundreds of weasels pour out from the bottom of his trench coat in a torrential flood.

[Zim, innocently] "I don't know what you're talking about."

Dib sweeps his arm out, gesturing at all the mayhem.

[Dib, pleading] “Look at all these poor people! These weasels are destroying lives, Zim! LIVES! Have you no remorse for the chaos you’ve wrought?!”

Zim picks his nose, then sniffs the finger, not listening.

[Dib, irritated] “Right. Yeah. Forgot who you were for a second.”

[Zim, looking up again] “Huh? Wah?”

Suddenly, Zim is sent flying as all the weasels explode out of his trench coat at once, ripping open the front and sending buttons flying in every direction at bullet-speed. One of them hits Dib in the eye and he screams.

The newly-freed weasels abandon their creator and swarm over a passing car, completely covering the windshield. The driver screams and veers sharply to the left, smashing into another car and causing a multi-car pile up that blocks the whole road.

Zim, who was knocked onto the ground, sits back up. His wig is lopsided, one antenna poking up from under it in a painful zigzag. The trench coat is in shreds. Underneath it, he’s wearing a T-shirt that says “Numbo One Weasel Dad.” The shirt is covered in bloody scratch marks from tiny weasel claws. He glares in the direction of the car wreck.

[Zim, offended] "Rude!"

[Dib, sweaty] "This is bad. It's like a plague of locusts! But with... weasels!!"

Zim stands, brushes himself off, adjusts his wig.

[Zim, annoyed] "I admit, my 3D-Weasel-Printer may not have been... calibrated... properly. It’s definitely GIR’s fault. In any case, if the weaslings aren’t on my side, then they’re useless to me.”

Zim grabs Dib by the collar and yanks his face close. Dib chokes, his eyes looking in two different directions and his lower jaw jutting out like a llama’s.

[Zim, ominous, face in shadow] "There's only one thing left to do..."

[Dib, llama’d] "Bweh???"

We cut to a dark laboratory. Zim and Dib stand over a steel operating table. Zim grins maniacally. Dib trembles in slack-jawed horror, his glasses glinting in the darkness.

[Zim, grinning, face in shadow] "We've done it... we've finally done it!"

[Dib, trembling, face in shadow] "Y-you were right... you crazy bastard, you were right!"

The camera pans to the table. On it is a giant weasel with a human butt surgically attached to its face.

[Dib, terrified yet awe-struck] “It’s... beautiful...”

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So that’s sorta the format I’m thinking; italics for setting and action, dialogue in quotes, speaker’s name in brackets with a short descriptor. I’m not bothering to note pages or panels for now, but let me know if you think that’d be helpful.

Think this is okay? If I just wrote down the rest of Trainwreck like this, would that still be fun to read?