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Archive for August 23rd, 2009

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I recently found out I was one of the winners of the Draw Parker! contest sponsored by Almost Darwyn Cooke’s Blog . I’m simply floored by all the really wonderful things Darwyn Cooke had to say about my entry (seen below).  It was cool to see all of the great interpretation’s of Richard Stark’s anti-hero, Parker, and I look forward to reading Darwyn Cooke’s adaptation of The Hunter which is already getting rave reviews.

  

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Also, check out the coverage of the Draw Parker! contest on the Violent World of Parker.

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PAGE FIVE

PANEL 1

The Red Skull emerges from the restaurant into the parking lot. Sir Chips is driving a behemoth of a red Cadillac in a circle, honking the horn and leaning out the window bearing his teeth. An enraged patron stands near the valet booth.

PATRON

Who’s in charge here? That monkey’s got my car! And I just had it detailed!

RED SKULL

I’ll take care of it, sir!

PANEL 2

The Red Skull throws himself onto the hood of the car as it passes.

PANEL 3

Sir Chips turns on the wiper blades and sprays wiper fluid at the Red Skull.

RED SKULL (cont’d)

My eyes!

PANEL 4

The Red Skull is thrown from the car as it turns a corner. The car continues driving around the parking lot erratically.

RED SKULL (cont’d)

AAAIEEEEE!

PANEL 5

The Red Skull stumbles to the curb and sits next to the valet parking booth, rubbing his stinging eyes. The patron from before stands next the Red Skull, glaring down at him, exasperated.

PATRON

(angry)

Is that all you’re going to do?

PANEL 6

The panel is framed from the patron’s P.O.V., looking down at the disheveled Red Skull sitting on the curb. Red Skull cranes his neck to look upwards.

RED SKULL

(whining)

He turned on the wiper blades and squirted wiper fluid at me! It’s out of my hands…

 

PAGE SIX

PANEL 1

We cut to the kitchen where Modok is trying to hold the rooster which is becoming increasingly agitated. The French Chef, Pierre, is also becoming unhinged.

MODOK

I, Modok, have destroyed armies of super heroes, won world chess tournaments— twice against that arrogant Russian computer—yet I am left watching over this lowly life form!  

PANEL 2

Rocky pecks at Modok’s hands while he holds the agitated rooster.

MODOK (cont’d)

Oww! Those are my fingers! I just had them manicured! NO TOUCHY!

CHEF PIERRE

I cannot cook with that filthy animal in my kitchen! You must remove it at once!

MODOK

Please, Chef Pierre, I am doing all I can to calm this thing down! (singing) How do you solve a problem like Maria?…

CHEF PIERRE

If you don’t remove him I’ll quit!

PANEL 3

We see an extreme close-up of Modok’s puckered face; he is losing his patience with both Rocky and Chef Pierre.

MODOK

There is no need to become hasty

PANEL 4

We cut to a wide shot of the kitchen, with Modok on one side of the frame and Chef Pierre, at the stove, on the other end. Modok fires his mind ray at Pierre, incasing the chef in an electrical red glow.

MODOK (cont’d)

You will not quit, Chef Pierre. You will continue creating your culinary masterpieces. The rooster will not bother you. You will take three thousand less than we are paying you now…

PANEL 5

Chef Pierre is utterly hypnotized by Modok’s mind ray.

CHEF PIERRE

I will not quit…the rooster will not bother me…I will take three thousand more than you are paying me now…

MODOK

What?!? Oh, close enough…

 

PAGE SEVEN

PANEL 1

Rocky begins frantically moving about in Modok’s arms. Modok is unable to contain the energy of the rooster.

MODOK (cont’d)

Rooster! If you do not calm down you too will feel the awesome power of my mental ray!

PANEL 2

Rocky suddenly lunges at Modok’s face, pecking and scratching with abandon.

MODOK (cont’d)

(in pain)

AAACCK! No, not Modok’s beautiful face!

PANEL 3

We cut back outside the restaurant to the parking lot. Sir Chips is still driving the commandeered Cadillac around the parking lot. The Red Skull has given up on trying to stop the chimpanzee.

RED SKULL

Well, that’s the last time I try to skimp on the valet service. I guess we’ll have to go back to using processed Yak meat for our burgers.

PANEL 4

At that very moment a figure descends from the sky, dropping into the restaurant’s parking lot. It is GALACTUS. Galactus appears to be in a foul mood.

GALACTUS

It is I, Galactus! Eater of Worlds! Belcher of Suns! Behold my mighty stomach and unending appetite! But do not look upon my buttocks, for it is there that I have gained much weight! I have come to devour the Earth, and there is nothing you can do to stop me! Nothing!

PANEL 5

A patron walking towards the restaurant cowers in fear, then pulls a Hostess Twinkie from their coat pocket.

PATRON 2

Here, have a Hostess Twinkie! They’re delicious!

PANEL 6

We see an extreme close-up of Galactus’ face.

GALACTUS

BAH!

PANEL 7

Cut to a wide-shot of Galactus as he scoops up the patron holding the Twinkie and tosses him into his mouth. Galactus then scoops up a few more partons and pops them into his mouth as well. Galactus BELCHES loudly.

 

PAGE EIGHT

PANEL 1

The Red Skull moves forward. The panel is framed at a worms-eye-view just behind The Red Skull as he looks up at the insatiable Galactus.

RED SKULL

Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Those were probably paying customers! I’m trying to run a business here!

GALACTUS

(surprised)

Red Skull! I didn’t know you owned this restaurant! I would have stopped by sooner.

PANEL 2

We cut to a wide-shot of the parking lot. Galactus sits down upon a row of parked cars next to which Red Skull stands.

RED SKULL

Yeah, Modok and I are partners. Look, could you eat the Earth some other time, I’m kind of in the middle of something…

GALACTUS

(melancholic)

Why does he do it Red Skull?

RED SKULL

(confused)

What? Why does who do what?

PANEL 3

Galactus is framed in the foreground and from the side at an angle that is stationed slightly above him. His chin rests pensively in his right hand. The Red Skull is in the background, looking up at Galactus.

GALACTUS

Oh, it’s the Silver Surfer. We had another fight.

RED SKULL

Again? I thought you two patched things up.

GALACTUS

I thought we had too. It’s just that he’s always flying all over the universe. I hardly get to see him anymore. He claims that I’m too needy and that he wants his own space. I’m mean, do I look needy to you?

PANEL 4

The Red Skull sits on the hood of a car next to Galactus.

RED SKULL

Well, no, not really. I mean, I really don’t know you very well.

GALACTUS

He says he wants to be his own man. Well who doesn’t?

 

 

PAGE NINE

PANEL 1

Galactus reaches out and grabs a few more people walking on a nearby sidewalk, swallowing them whole. Galactus still appears depressed. The Red Skull places his head in his hands out of apparent frustration. Galactus BELCHES again.

PANEL 2

We cut to inside the restaurant. Julie is leading a man into the kitchen. The man, MR. HATCHELL, a health inspector, wears an ill-fitting, crumpled suit, and sports a bad comb-over. He carries a notebook.

JULIE

So, Mr. Hatchell, you’ll see that our kitchen is completely up to code, and that there are absolutely no health violations to be found. In fact it’s so clean you could eat off the floor…if you wanted to that is. Not that anyone really would. That’s just gross.

MR. HATCHELL

Well, I look forward to seeing this kitchen which, I’m sure, is impeccably clean and has absolutely no problems of which I could record in this notebook that I have in my hands…

PANEL 3

Cut to inside the kitchen. This panel will take up the entire middle section of the page. In the extreme foreground, on the left side of the panel, we see Julie and Mr. Hatchell coming through the double doors while in the foreground, covering the rest of the layout, is a kitchen that is in shambles: cooking pots are overturned, food is strewn across the floor and Rocky is running amok while Modok flies around, desperately trying to grab him.

MR. HATCHELL (cont’d)

Sweet Baby Santa Claus! What is going on here?!?

MODOK

I, Modok, command you to stop, lest you be annihilated by my awesome powers!

ROCKY

Swwwwaaaaakk!

PANEL 4

We cut to a medium close-up of Mr. Hatchell, busily writing in his notebook.

MR. HATCHELL

Food on the floor! A rooster running rampant! A French chef possibly hypnotized and or drunk. A man with a rather large head floating around on what appears to be some sort of floating toilet

PANEL 5

Julie grabs Modok as he flies past her.

JULIE

(whispering)

Modok, that’s the health inspector. It’s a surprise inspection!

MODOK

The health inspector? I will handle this…

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