Just in Case

"Just in Case" is the third SBFW: THREE'S A CROWD short. Written fittingly by JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway, the short was first aired on Edgemo on September 8, 2022.
===Synopsis===
JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway, TheJasbre202 and IanRises are stuck in a broken elevator.
===Transcript===
[The episode starts as JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway, TheJasbre202 and IanRises are in an elevator that is not moving. Dingus is writing on a scroll with a quill-tip pen, Jasbre is painting subtle brush strokes on a canvas, whilst Ian is staring into the wall.]
Jasbre: So, Vanessa, is there a reason why you locked us in this elevator?
Dingus: Is there a reason why you won’t shut the fuck up?
[Jasbre gasps and drops his brush in shock.]
Dingus: Listen, to make sure that everyone can be as creative as possible, and to unlock FULL ARTISTIC PRODUCTIVITY… they must be locked in an elevator. If the mind is shut off, it is pure, and the expression will be true and honest.
Jasbre: Man… we’ve been here for three days. I’ve only been able to paint one piece, and it’s complete garbage.
[He moves out of the way to show that he painted the on the canvas.]
Jasbre: Ian has been just standing there muttering to himself.
[Ian, shivering, is reciting “” by the in a whispered tone in the upper left corner of the elevator.]
Jasbre: And since you took away our phones, I have no idea if the fans are craving for more LEGO SpongeBob shenanigans!
Vanessa: Well, maybe if you knew your audience, and your creative potential, just as well as I did, you’d be satisfied. 
Jasbre: Oh, yeah? Let’s see what you’ve written.
Vanessa: Hmm… no… I don’t think it’s finished. 
Jasbre: Shouldn’t matter if your [mockingly] “creative potential” is fulfilled! 
[Jasbre snatches the scroll and starts reading as the scene blurs into what is written on the scroll: JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway (in a mime outfit), TheJasbre202 (wearing a kilt) and IanRises (dressed as a matador) are in an elevator that is not moving. Dingus is typing incessantly on a laptop in between frustrated sighs, Jasbre is chugging buckets of paint before spitting them back out on a canvas, whilst Ian is jumping up and down in the corner.]
 Jasbre: Say, lass, why ‘ave ye locked us in ‘ere? I cannae focus on me art!
 Dingus: Le creativity is running dry, Le Jasbre. Moi frog’s legs mime Macron cigar Napoleon. 
 Ian: Que?
[Dingus sighs and continues typing as the scene blurs into what is written on the laptop: JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway, TheJasbre202 and IanRises are in an elevator that is not moving. Dingus is bashing its knuckles on a typewriter, Jasbre is clumsily throwing paintbrushes at a canvas like a dart board, whilst Ian is only a disembodied head and torso on the floor.]
Blind Jasbre: CAN ANYONE SEE MY ART? IS IT A MASTERPIECE?
Deaf Dingus: HUH?! WHAT WAS THAT?!
Disembodied Ian: WHERE ARE MY LEGS?!
[They all scream in unison as the scene blurs into what is written on the typewriter: the screen is in black and white and there are clips of 1930s New York projected onto the elevator walls. JustInCaseTheDingusRunsAway, TheJasbre202 and IanRises are all in suits puffing cigars.]
New York Dingus: [takes a puff] Ayy, Jasbre, howza missus?
New York Jasbre: Ain’t too dandy, Jack. Dead.
New York Ian: And I’s the bastard who done killed ‘er!
[They all laugh heartily and hit their cigars together.]
All: Cheers!
New York Dingus: You killed ‘er? Damn, I hardly knew her!
[They laugh heartily again.]
New York Jasbre: Howsza novel goin’, Dingo?
[The screen focus entirely on Dingus, as its cigar falls out of its mouth, and its body twists fully clockwise, shredding the suit into pieces that eventually form shards. The elevator becomes the cosmos as a glow surrounds Dingus, now surrounded by stars and coated entirely in an alien, white sparkle. A large, silhouette appears in the distance.]
Peter Griffin: Holy crap, Lois, this is worse than the time I was writing fanfiction in elevator with a black duck and IanRises!
[Peter’s voice echoes as a cacophony of sounds, including car alarms, children screaming and crying and SpongeBob laughing. The sounds are all represented by separate stars floating in and out of spacial existence, and a slowly intensifying string section start to play, only to be flattened by a gravity-defying bass tone that thrusts Dingus back into the elevator, and onto its floor. The door opens.]
Jasbre: You okay, man? This is our floor.
Dingus: [exhausted] Huh…
[Jasbre and Ian leave the elevator as the screen still focuses on Dingus, panting on the floor, as the elevator doors shut in front of it.]
Ian: [off-screen] Let me tell you how to find the best furry porn.
[The short ends.]
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