"Man: Party time!"

During the summer, I started work on a movie script that has yet to be finished. I am in doubt as to whether or not it will come to fruition, but I figure, once the script is done, I could see about making it during the school year this year. Unfortunately, it seems so far to be a little bit out of my means to create. Without much further ado, I give you the opening scene of the secret agent/news team action/comedy

Super Sexy Secret Agent Action News Team Squad.

[Panning over city windows and streets from moving car, voice-over delivering generic news lines faintly in background, upbeat music starts and plays over panning, title appears slightly above center screen, then fades out, panning continues for a few seconds, then whole picture fades to black completely]

[Cut to shot of back of couch, we can see the back of a man in a suit lounging on it]

Man: Another successful edition of Faketownville's own Channel 9 Evening News at 4, Quincy!

[Cut to shot with man's leg covering left side of screen, with a cat looking up at the camera laying on the man's right side]

Man: You know what that means, don't you?

Cat: ...

Man: Party time!

Cat: ... [is busy being a cat]

Man: Aren't you going to say anything?

Cat: ...

Man: Of course not. And that's because cats can't talk.

[Cut to shot of generic stereo system, with a finger turning it on, music starts]

[Cut to shot of cat, with ears pointing backwards from head, clearly disapproving of the man's choice in music]

Man: Those schmucks over at Channel 11 never knew what hit them!

[As music continues, man dances awkwardly to music]

[A noise is heard in the background, the man stops dancing and leans down to turn off the music]

Man: [We see him from the front, standing next to the stereo, with his back towards the couch, wearing seedy suit jacket and undone tie, breathing heavily and with fists clenched] I didn't think you'd come so soon...

Voice: You should have known better, assface.

Man: [He has turned to face the voice, shot has the top of his torso centered, he frenetically jabs his pointer finger outward to emphasize his words] I am NOT the assface here, AssFace.

Voice: I hate it when people call me that.

Man: [confused] But... it's your name...?

Voice: I'm going to make you pay for that.

Man: [On knees, hands clenched in front of him, begging for his life] Please, please, don't kill me!

Voice: Don't worry, you won't die. Not technically.

[The man is sobbing softly to himself as the screen cuts to the cat, then returns to the man]

Man: NO! Please! Anything but that!

Voice: You should have thought about that before you tried to beat Channel 11, assface.

[We see a pair of arms grab the cat, which has obviously been replaced half way through his grab with a stuffed animal, and the mysterious figure proceeds to beat the man with the cat.]

Man: [screams] Noooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssfaaaaaaaaaaaacccceeeeeeee!

[Cut to black]