EPISODE 1.02 - “Sunday Dinner”
PREVIOUSLY ON THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE MISFITS OF MAYHEM
In the frozen backroads of Alaska, Polly Mason confronted the man who once tried to control her mind — Dr. Goodefellow.
His methods failed… but his secrets did not.
With the help of the Snake Pit, Polly delivered Goodefellow to Sanctuary, where a larger war continues to unfold — one tied to Dr. Moreau, his experiments, and the lives he shattered.
Seeking answers, Polly checked on the survivors of that past… and learned that Susie Brenner remains trapped under Moreau’s conditioning — the key to her freedom hidden in missing journals scattered across the world.
At Sanctuary, the pieces began to move.
Orders were given.
A mission was set.
And far from Alaska, at the North Pole, a single phone call reached Jack Mason — reminding him that no matter how far he runs…
Some shadows always find their way home.
Scene 1
North Pole – Edie’s Apartment – Sunday Evening
Snow falls softly outside the window, the North Pole glowing in warm amber streetlight.
Inside, Edie’s apartment is alive.
A large wooden table is packed with food—roast, potatoes, fresh bread, and enough side dishes to feed twice the group. Plates clink, chairs scrape, laughter fills the room.
Flippers waddles across the table… directly through the middle of everything.
Edie (laughing, gently nudging him)
Flippers, no—off the table.
Flippers chirps proudly… then steals a dinner roll and hops down.
Everyone Settles
Jack Mason sits at the head of the table, relaxed but always carrying that quiet intensity.
Edie beside him, glowing—comfortable, happy.
Across from them:
Polly, with the Snake Pit—Leiton, Niven, Tobias.
At the far end:
Negropolis, looming but calm.
Ace MacDougal, leaning back casually.
Flippers now sits in a chair… somehow.
Jack Opens the Conversation
Jack (cutting into his food)
So… anyone else being hunted by ghosts lately, or is that just me?
A beat.
Ace (grinning)
Depends. Friendly ghost or the “ruin your life” kind?
Jack
Ghost of Christmas Past.
That lands heavier.
Edie watches him closely.
Jack (cont.)
Grim Tidings. Something’s moving behind the scenes.
Not just appearances—planning. Watching.
Negropolis (low, measured)
Ghosts don’t act with purpose unless something is driving them.
Jack
Yeah. That’s what I’m worried about.
Flippers slowly slides a piece of meat off Jack’s plate.
Jack doesn’t even look—just gently pushes the penguin’s head back.
Negropolis & Bigfoot
Negropolis
Speaking of things trying to find their place… Bigfoot.
Ace
How’s the big guy holding up?
Negropolis
Poorly.
That gets a small chuckle.
Negropolis (cont.)
Strength isn’t the issue. Control is. He fights like he’s afraid of breaking everything… including himself.
Jack
That hesitation will get him hurt.
Negropolis
Which is why I’ve taken him on as a partner.
That gets attention.
Polly
You teaming with Bigfoot?
Negropolis
He needs grounding. Direction.
Ace
Or someone big enough to throw him back when he loses it.
Negropolis gives a faint smirk.
Negropolis
That too.
Bigfoot’s Goal
Tobias Snake
He’s been talking.
Jack
Yeah?
Niven Snake
Wants Yeti.
That shifts the tone.
Leiton Snake
Not just a match. Leadership.
Ace (whistles)
That’s not a small swing.
Jack
No… but it’s the right one.
Jack Turns to Polly
Jack’s tone softens slightly.
Jack
What about you?
Polly looks up from her plate.
Jack (cont.)
Feral. Ursa Titania. That’s not a casual feud.
A brief pause.
Polly
No… it’s not.
She chooses her words carefully.
Polly (cont.)
I’m still working on something.
Ace
That sounds ominous.
Polly (half-smile)
It usually is.
Jack (serious now)
Polly… those two aren’t just opponents.
They’re… unstable.
A subtle look passes between Polly and Leiton—quick, almost invisible.
Polly
I know what I’m doing.
Jack
Make sure you do.
Beat.
Jack (softer)
I’m not losing you chasing a plan.
That lands.
Polly (quietly)
You won’t.
Jack Thanks the Snake Pit
Jack looks to the three brothers.
Jack
And you three…
Thank you.
The room quiets slightly.
Jack (cont.)
For watching her back. For getting her through everything.
Leiton
She doesn’t make it easy.
Polly smirks.
Tobias
But she’s ours to protect.
Niven
Even if she hates it.
Polly
I don’t hate it.
A beat.
She glances—very briefly—at Leiton.
Polly (cont.)
…Most of the time.
Leiton hides a small smile, looking down at his plate.
No one else catches it.
Snake Pit & NPCW Return
Jack
You earned your way back.
Ace
Yeah, welcome back to the chaos.
Niven
Speaking of chaos…
He leans forward with a grin.
Niven (cont.)
When do I get my shot at that title?
Jack raises an eyebrow.
Jack
You want it?
Niven
Eventually.
Jack (smirks)
Good. Means you’re thinking right.
Polly’s Update – The Bigger War
Edie
Any word from Lady Molly?
Polly nods.
The tone shifts again—more serious.
Polly
The Resistance and the Hunter’s Enclave shut down the last of Moreau’s labs.
Murmurs of approval.
Polly (cont.)
Everything we knew about… gone.
Ace
That’s a win.
Polly
It is.
Beat.
Polly (quietly)
But he’s still out there.
Silence.
Negropolis
A wounded animal is the most dangerous kind.
Polly
Yeah.
She looks down at her plate—just for a moment.
Polly (soft)
And he’s running out of places to hide.
Flippers Moment
Flippers suddenly hops into Negropolis’ lap.
Everyone freezes.
Negropolis looks down at the tiny penguin sitting on him.
Flippers chirps.
Ace
Well… that’s new.
Negropolis slowly… carefully… pats Flippers on the head.
Negropolis
…Acceptable.
The table bursts into laughter.
The Announcement
Edie squeezes Jack’s hand under the table.
He nods.
Jack
Alright… before this turns into a food fight.
Everyone looks up.
Edie (smiling, excited)
We’ve got something to share.
A beat.
Jack
We’re getting married.
The room explodes.
Cheers, laughter, reactions—
Flippers flaps wildly.
Ace
About time!
Niven
Knew it!
Tobias
Congratulations.
Negropolis (nods)
Well deserved.
Polly smiles warmly—genuine.
Polly
That’s amazing.
Jack looks around the table.
Jack
June 27th, 2026.
That settles it.
This is real.
Edie is glowing.
Flippers climbs onto the table and chirps loudly like he’s making a speech.
Closing Beat of Scene
The group settles back into laughter, conversation, warmth.
For a moment…
No war.
No monsters.
No ghosts.
Just family.
Polly leans back slightly… her shoulder brushing Leiton’s under the table.
Neither looks at the other.
But neither pulls away.
Scene 2
North Pole – Outside Edie’s Apartment / Snow-Covered Streets – Night
The warmth of Edie’s apartment spills out into the cold night as the door opens.
Laughter lingers as everyone begins to filter out.
Ace MacDougal pulls his coat tight.
Negropolis steps into the snow like a shadow returning to its natural habitat.
Niven and Tobias Snake exchange quiet words as they head off together.
Jack stands in the doorway with Edie, thanking everyone as they leave.
Jack
Get home safe.
Ace (grinning)
No promises.
Flippers waddles to the doorway, chirping loudly at each person like a tiny bouncer seeing guests out.
Leiton Offers
Polly steps out last, pulling her coat around her.
Leiton Snake lingers near the steps, hands in his pockets.
A beat.
Leiton
You want company?
Polly glances at him—measured, but soft underneath.
Polly
I can handle myself.
Leiton (half-smile)
I know.
Another beat.
Leiton (cont.)
Still offering.
Polly exhales lightly… then nods.
Polly
Alright.
From the doorway—
Niven (calling out)
Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!
Tobias
That doesn’t narrow it down.
Polly rolls her eyes as she and Leiton head off into the snow.
The Walk
The North Pole streets are quiet.
Snow crunches beneath their boots. Breath hangs in the cold air.
For a moment… it’s peaceful.
Leiton
You doing okay?
Polly
Yeah.
A beat.
Leiton
That wasn’t what I meant.
She glances at him.
He doesn’t look at her—just forward.
Polly
…It’s quieter when I’m working.
Leiton
Yeah.
Another beat.
Leiton (soft)
You don’t have to carry it all yourself.
Polly almost says something—
Then doesn’t.
Instead—
Polly
You always this persistent?
Leiton
Only when it matters.
A faint smile touches her lips.
Their shoulders brush as they walk.
Neither moves away.
The Interruption
Footsteps.
Fast. Uneven.
Both of them react instantly.
Polly’s posture tightens.
Leiton shifts slightly—positioning himself between her and the sound without thinking.
From the far end of the street, a man stumbles into view.
Disheveled. Wide-eyed. Breathing hard.
He looks over his shoulder—again and again.
Then he sees them.
Relief… and fear.
He rushes forward.
Man
Polly—Polly Mason—
Leiton steps in front of her immediately.
Leiton
Stop right there.
The man flinches—but keeps coming, slower now.
His hands shake.
He clutches a large, weathered package—wrapped in thick brown paper, tied with twine.
Man
I—I didn’t know where else—
You’re the one—they said you—
He looks at Polly like she’s his last hope.
Polly (steady)
Who are you?
The man doesn’t answer.
Instead—
He thrusts the package forward.
Hard.
Right into Polly’s hands.
She instinctively catches it—surprised by the weight.
Polly
What is—
But before she can finish—
The man turns and runs.
Full sprint.
Leiton Moves
Leiton is already moving.
Leiton
Stay here.
He takes off after the man.
Snow kicks up behind him as he closes distance fast.
Polly Stops Him
Polly
Leiton—WAIT!
Her voice cuts through the night.
Leiton stops mid-stride—turns back.
Polly is already tearing into the package.
The paper rips open.
Inside—
A thick file.
Worn. Official. Marked with symbols she knows all too well.
Her expression changes instantly.
Focused. Serious.
Polly
Leiton—don’t.
He jogs back to her.
Leiton
I had him.
Polly (shaking her head)
No. Look at this.
She flips open the file.
Pages filled with notes. Diagrams. Photos.
One image stops her cold.
Leiton
What is it?
Polly looks up at him.
Polly
It’s Feral.
Beat.
Polly (cont.)
Her case file.
Leiton’s expression hardens.
Leiton
Moreau.
Polly nods.
Polly
This is his work. His notes. Everything he did to her…
She flips a few pages—scanning rapidly.
Polly (quiet, urgent)
This isn’t just history… this is process.
A realization hits her.
Polly (cont.)
This could be how we fix it.
Leiton looks back toward where the man disappeared.
Then back to Polly.
Leiton
Or a trap.
Polly
Maybe.
She closes the file.
Decisive.
Polly (cont.)
Either way—we don’t sit on it.
She meets his eyes.
Polly
We get this to Lady Molly. Now.
Leiton nods.
No hesitation.
Leiton
Let’s move.
They take off together into the night—fast, urgent.
The Truth
Silence settles back over the street.
Snow drifts lazily through the air.
For a moment… nothing.
Then—
From a dark alleyway nearby—
The man steps out.
Wilfred.
He watches Polly and Leiton disappear into the distance, the package now gone from his hands.
His breathing is still uneven… but there’s something else now.
Relief.
A shaky, fragile smile forms.
Wilfred (quiet, to himself)
Go… go…
He leans against the wall, exhaling hard—like a man who just jumped off a cliff and is waiting to see if he survives the fall.
Wilfred (whispers)
She’ll fix it… she has to…
A sound behind him.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Wilfred freezes.
His eyes widen.
He knows that sound.
Very slowly… he turns.
Shapes emerge from the darkness.
Several figures.
Still. Silent.
Watching.
One steps forward into the dim light.
Refined. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm.
Dr. Moreau.
Wilfred’s face drains of all color.
Wilfred (barely a whisper)
…No…
Moreau studies him—not with anger…
But with cold, clinical disappointment.
Like a failed experiment.
Moreau
Wilfred.
A long pause.
Moreau (softly)
I was wondering when you would break.
Wilfred shakes his head, backing up.
Wilfred
You don’t understand—what you did to them—to her—
That file… it can help—
Moreau tilts his head slightly.
Curious.
Moreau
Help?
A faint, almost amused smile.
Moreau (cont.)
You still think this is something to be undone.
The others step forward.
Wilfred panics.
Wilfred
She can fix it! Polly Mason—she’s already broken your conditioning once—she can—
Moreau raises a hand.
The figures move instantly.
They seize Wilfred—pinning his arms.
He struggles, desperate now.
Wilfred (shouting)
You can’t stop it! It’s already out! She has everything!
Moreau steps closer.
Unhurried.
Moreau
Everything?
A beat.
Moreau (quietly)
No, Wilfred.
He leans in slightly.
Moreau (cont.)
She has what I allowed you to take.
Wilfred’s resistance falters.
Confusion… then dread.
Wilfred
…What?
Moreau’s expression never changes.
Moreau
You were always a disappointing subject.
A pause.
Moreau (coldly)
But occasionally… useful.
Wilfred thrashes again—panic now absolute.
Wilfred
No—NO—I went behind you—I—
Moreau
Yes.
A beat.
Moreau (cont.)
You did.
That lands harder than anything.
Moreau (to his men)
Take him.
Wilfred screams as they drag him backward into the darkness.
His voice echoes… then fades.
Moreau remains for a moment.
Still.
Watching the direction Polly and Leiton ran.
A faint, calculating smile forms.
Moreau (softly, to himself)
Let’s see what you do with it, Miss Mason.
He turns.
Disappears into the shadows.
Snow continues to fall.
EPILOGUE — The Lair of the Alpha Beast
North Pole – Deep Wilderness – Yeti’s Lair
The wind howls outside.
Inside the cavernous lair, the world feels ancient.
Ice walls glisten under dim torchlight. Bones, relics, and trophies of past battles line the stone. The air is thick—heavy with dominance, with territory claimed and defended.
At the center—
YETI, the Alpha Beast, stands like a living mountain.
A massive phone rests awkwardly in his hand—far too small for him.
Yeti (gruff, controlled)
…Yeah. Let me know if you need us down there to help.
A pause.
Yeti (cont.)
Alright.
Another beat.
Yeti
Okay. Goodbye.
He lowers the phone… and sets it down with a heavy thud against a stone slab.
From the shadows, leaning casually against a pillar—
MARCUS THE BEASTMASTER steps forward.
Calm. Calculating. Always watching.
Marcus
How are things in HCW?
Yeti snorts, a low rumble in his chest.
Yeti
It’s nothing Count Vlad can’t handle.
Marcus nods slightly.
Marcus
Good.
A silence settles.
Then—
A sound.
Faint.
Muffled.
Not natural.
Both men turn instantly.
Yeti’s posture shifts—predatory.
Yeti (low growl)
…Who’s there?
The torches flicker.
From the far end of the cavern—
Darkness moves.
A figure steps forward into the light.
Refined. Composed.
Completely out of place in this savage domain.
Dr. Moreau.
Yeti’s eyes narrow.
Surprise… quickly replaced by irritation.
Yeti
You’ve got nerve.
A slow step forward.
Yeti (cont.)
Coming into my territory.
Moreau brushes a bit of frost from his coat, unfazed.
Moreau
I find risk… tends to yield the most interesting results.
Yeti lets out a low, warning rumble.
Yeti
Make this quick.
Moreau folds his hands calmly.
Moreau
I have unfinished business.
A slight smile.
Moreau (cont.)
And I come bearing gifts.
That gets Yeti’s attention.
A beat.
Curiosity flickers beneath the surface.
Yeti
…Go on.
Moreau steps slightly to the side.
From behind him—
Two massive figures emerge.
They are hulking.
Broad. Towering. Monstrous—but controlled.
Not feral.
Not unstable.
Their eyes are clear.
Focused.
Disciplined.
They step into the torchlight, their presence filling the cavern.
Even Yeti studies them.
Interested.
Moreau (gesturing toward them)
My latest work.
A pause.
Moreau (cont.)
The Ultimate Beasts.
Marcus steps closer now—eyes scanning, analyzing.
Marcus
They’re… stable.
Moreau nods.
Moreau
Unlike your current roster.
A subtle jab.
Yeti’s eyes flicker—but he doesn’t react.
Moreau (cont.)
No serum required to maintain their form.
That lands.
Marcus (quietly impressed)
Permanent transformation…
Moreau
Sustainable. Refined.
He looks to Yeti.
Moreau (cont.)
And most importantly…
A small smile.
Moreau (cont.)
They chose this.
Yeti studies them again.
The Ultimate Beasts stand tall—unflinching under his gaze.
No fear.
No hesitation.
That… impresses him.
A slow grin creeps across Yeti’s face.
Yeti
Good.
He turns slightly.
Yeti (to Marcus)
Take them.
Marcus nods once.
Marcus
With me.
The Ultimate Beasts follow without question as Marcus leads them deeper into the lair—already evaluating their place, their potential.
The sound of their heavy footsteps fades.
Now—
Only Yeti and Moreau remain.
The Warning
Yeti turns back to Moreau.
Yeti
You came all this way just to make a donation?
Moreau’s expression doesn’t change.
Moreau
Hardly.
A beat.
Moreau (cont.)
I thought it… courteous to inform you.
Yeti’s eyes narrow slightly.
Yeti
Inform me of what?
Moreau steps a little closer.
Quiet. Precise.
Moreau
Polly Mason.
That name alone shifts the air.
Yeti’s lip curls slightly.
Moreau (cont.)
She is actively seeking a way to reverse my work.
A pause.
Moreau (cont.)
Specifically… Susie Brenner.
Yeti’s expression darkens.
A low growl builds in his chest.
Yeti
She’s mine.
Moreau tilts his head slightly.
Moreau
For now.
That tension hangs.
Moreau (cont.)
I would advise… vigilance.
Yeti steps closer—towering over him.
Yeti
I don’t need advice.
Moreau doesn’t flinch.
Moreau
No.
A faint smile.
Moreau (cont.)
But you may need warning.
A long pause.
Then—
Yeti leans back slightly.
Decision made.
Yeti
I’ll keep an eye on it.
Moreau inclines his head.
Satisfied.
Departure
Moreau turns to leave.
Calm. Unhurried.
As he walks toward the cavern entrance—
Movement in the shadows behind him.
Several of his men emerge.
Dragging someone.
A man.
Disheveled. Struggling. Terrified.
Wilfred.
Yeti watches, arms crossed.
Cold.
Detached.
Yeti
…Wouldn’t want to be him.
Wilfred’s muffled cries echo briefly through the cavern before fading into the distance.
Moreau never looks back.
He disappears into the storm beyond.
Final Shot
Yeti stands alone in the lair.
Silent.
Thinking.
The firelight flickers across his face.
Yeti (low, to himself)
Polly Mason…
A slow, dangerous grin forms.
Yeti (cont.)
Come try.
The wind howls.
Fade to black.
Holy moly!
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