Open to Timmy, leaving his job at the lemonade stand for the day.
Timmy (thinking)- wow, today just flew by, and now I got a whole weekend of cartoons and ahead of me with no worries. Can’t wait to get home and see what’s for dinner.
He goes to the bike rack, only to find a ticket.
Timmy- seriously? Y’know what, I’m not gonna let it get to me.
He fishes in his pocket for the key to the lock, then tries his other pockets.
Timmy- *sigh* I must’ve lost my keys. Well, I guess this isn’t too bad.
He checks his watch, which says its 4:15.
Timmy- well, I guess I could just walk home. I mean, it's a nice enough day, right?
The sky is completely clear, and as if in response to him, a pack of storm clouds immediately roll in.
Timmy- of course. Well, there goes my good mood for the rest of the day.
Cut to Sally, preparing dinner. Robert is sitting at the table, waiting.
Robert- so, how long before dinner’s ready?
Sally- just a few more minutes, I hope. Have you seen Linda?
Robert- she said she’s meeting up with her friends for an after school study group.
Sally- sounds a bit suspicious, but maybe she really is trying harder in school. I’m sure I'm just being paranoid. Where’s Timmy, though?
Robert- well, maybe he’s just working late or caught in traffic?
Sally- could be. I just hope he doesn’t miss out on any of my ice cream meatloaf casserole.
Robert’s stomach growled in agony at the memory.
Robert- I really wish I was.
Cut to Linda, sitting at a table with four other women.
Linda- okay ladies, we should really find out what we’re going to do first.
The camera pans back a bit, and reveals that they’re all dining out at a restaurant; the waiter, a boy about ten, waiting patiently for their order.
Jenny- I think we’re gonna need another minute.
Waiter- alright, I’ll come back. We’ll send some more breadsticks while you wait.
They glare at one woman, Clair, stuffing her face with bread.
Angie- those were supposed to be for everyone, Clair!
Clair (her mouth full)- phorry, I phogot.
Linda- this place is so fancy. I mean, look at all the forks they give you.
The camera looks down at the dozens of varying sizes and shapes of forks.
Karen- so, whose house are we going to staying at again?
Linda- wait, I said I was staying at Jenny’s.
Jenny- no, no, no, I said I was staying at Angie’s.
Angie- I told my kids I was staying at Clair’s.
Clair- I said I was staying at Linda’s.
They all quickly come to a realization. Linda drops her head on the table.
Linda- we’re sunk.
Cut to Timmy, walking in the rain with an umbrella.
Timmy- well, I mean at least I remembered to bring…
A powerful gust of wind blows the umbrella out of his hands.
Timmy- never mind.
He sticks his hands firmly in his pockets. Timmy checks his watch, 4:47, now 4:48. He continues to trudge down the sidewalk when a passing car splashes him with a puddle of water. This causes his watch to slip off and get carried down by the current.
Timmy- no! My watch!
He chases it down, but trips and it falls into a sewer grate.
Timmy- oh, come on! Does the universe just hate me today or something? What did I ever do to you, universe?
He tries to reach inside and fish out his watch, but something grabs him and pulls him in. Timmy falls through the grate, falling down a very long, deep hole and passing by several very odd things like a pocket watch with arms taking itself apart and putting itself back together and a rat chasing a cat. He passes by a horse in a rocking chair, sipping tea.
Horse- you’re a very odd young man, Timothy.
Then, the screen goes dark, and Timmy finds himself surrounded by cute little puffballs with curly antennae and a small man in a top hat with a waistcoat and striped blue pants. Timmy slowly raises to his feet, looking around at the bright and colorful landscape, gumdrops trees, brightly colored bushes with candy growing from them, and a bright gleaming sun.
Mayor- welcome, my boy. You mustn’t be from around here, given those…bizarre gatterfigs you're wearing.
The little man gestured to his clothes.
Timmy- this is it, isn’t it? I died, and now I'm in some bizarre Purgatory or limbo or something. Or maybe I just completely lost my mind? Lost my key, my watch, and and now my mind.
Mayor- my dear boy, your mind’s not lost. Still in your head, isn’t it?
Timmy- well, of course it is. That’s not…what am I doing? This must be a dream, or hallucination, or…or maybe Sally just undercooked dinner last night and I’m having some bad reaction to that.
Mayor- you've got it all topsy-turvy and right-side wrong, lad. I'm the Mayor, though I still don’t know or what.
Mayor- exactly; May or…what? What, what’s the other what?
Timmy- I…really don’t have time to argue with my hallucinations or dream or mirage or whatever you are. I just need to find my watch, so I can go home, lie down, and forget this whole day ever happened.
Timmy steps past the tiny man, the Mayor bouncing after him.
Mayor- wait, boy! You can’t go that way.
Timmy- alright, I’ll play along. Why not?
Mayor- because, if you're looking for your…watch? Was it?
Timmy buries his face in his hands, and groans.
Timmy- yes, my watch. It's supposed to be on my wrist, so I can check the time, so I can keep up at my job.
Mayor- *snaps fingers* oh, you mean a Dlogvien!
Timmy- yeah, sure, whatever.
Mayor- well, anything lost will always end up at the Mountain of Lost and Forgotten Stuff!
Timmy (deadpan)- of course it is.
Mayor- it will a dangerous trek through the perilous Cotton Candy Caverns, the frostbitten terrain of the Cheesecake Plains, scale the staggering Bunny Hill, and from there it's just a brisk jog through the Thorn Forest of Doom.
Timmy- oh, is that all? Sounds pretty easy.
Mayor- you have more bravery than me, son.
Timmy- so, which way do I go?
The mayor points east and Timmy starts walking.
Cut back to Linda. Everyone else is enjoying dinner, but Linda is just staring down at her steak.
Jenny- oh come on, we’ll figure something out.
Linda- if my kids find out I’m not in a study group, I’ll be grounded until I have grandkids.
Clair- wait, what if one person volunteers to let us stay at their house, and the rest of us call our kids and tell them there was a change in plans. That way, when they call the other kids they’ll just think we moved the book club there.
Linda- study group.
Clair- right, study group. I just said it was a book club.
Linda thinks it over and slowly raises herself out of her slump as a wide grin spreads across her face.
Linda- Clair, you’re a genius!
Angie- whoa, Linda. Let’s not get crazy there. It's Clair we’re talking about. Plus, it’s got quite a few holes in it.
Jenny- well, Angie, let’s hear your plan.
Angie crosses her arms in defeat, angrily grumbling.
Linda- well, now we just have to figure out who it's gonna be. Not it!
The others- Not it!
Clair- no- oh, c’mon!
Angie- well, it was your plan, after all.
Clair bitterly eats her salad.
Clair- shut up, Angie.
Cut to Timmy, making his way to a fork in the road with a sign that reads ‘this way’ and a sign pointing in the opposite direction reading ‘that way’ and a third sign pointing down with a question mark. He sees a girl in a bright red dress sitting under a tree with a sun hat obscuring her face.
Timmy- excuse, but I’m looking for Cotton Candy Caverns. I’m trying to get to the Mountain of Lost and Forgotten Stuff. I can’t believe that was actually a sentence.
The girl stands up, and takes off her hat, revealing herself to be a blonde duplicate of Sally.
Timmy- Sally? You're in my hallucination too?!
Heather- who’s Sally? Name’s Heather, what’s your name?
Timmy- Timmy. Sorry, it's just…you look exactly like my sister, except the hair…and I guess the dress too.
Heather pulls off the dress, now wearing a black t-shirt and cargo shorts.
Heather- yeah, it was getting super hot in that thing. You just wanna go that way.
She pointed to the sign on the left.
Timmy- but the sign says I should go this way.
He pointed to the sign in the right.
Heather- well, I'm actually headed to the Mountain of Lost and Forgotten Stuff too.
Timmy- for what?
Heather- I forgot, so I’m hoping that I’ll remember once I get there.
Timmy- whatever gets me home faster. I’ll go with your idea.
The two go down the path and find a dank, dark cavern with the stone walls oozing green, corrosive slime.
Timmy- I thought this was Cotton Candy Cavern!
Heather- it is, cotton candy means sulfuric acid.
Timmy- what?! Who calls acid cotton candy?
Heather- Tim, you could keep your voice down. This cave is filled with cotton candy and could cave in at any moment.
The walls start rumbling, and the sounds of loud footsteps are heard.
Heather- okay, as long as we don’t…
Timmy runs off screaming in the other direction, Heather sighing. She chases after him as the cave starts to shake harder and the footsteps reveal a small rabbit. Timmy runs faster, ignoring the burning on his arm and finally makes it out of the cave panting. The camera pans over and reveals Heather standing next to him.
Timmy- how did you…?
Heather- come on, slowpoke. The Cheesecake Plains are just over that ridge.
Timmy jogs along, trying to catch his breath.
Cut to Sally, trying to put icing and sprinkles on a mass of meat chunks.
Sally- okay, really hope this works.
She puts it in the oven and turns up the dial before Robert comes in.
Robert- I’m just grabbing something to eat.
Sally- Robert, you’ll spoil your dinner.
Robert- but I'm hungry.
Sally glances over at the oven briefly, and sighs.
Sally- fine, you can have some crackers or something.
The phone rings, and Sally answers.
Linda- Sally, I just want you to know that there was a change in plans. We’re gonna be staying at Clair’s. Jenny’s parents were out of town for the week.
Sally- oh, okay. So, when should I pick you up?
Linda- actually since it's getting late, we’re getting Clair’s son to pick us up. Just swing by around ten or so.
Sally- okay, just don’t stay up too late.
She hangs up.
Robert- Sally, the oven!
The oven catches fire, and Sally quickly pries open the door. Robert returns with a fire extinguisher and puts out the casserole.
Sally- sorry about dinner, Robert. Maybe we should just order pizza.
Robert just nods.
Cut to Timmy and Heather covered in scratches and tattered clothes, as they scale an enormous cliff.
Timmy- okay, what kind of person thinks it's a good idea to use ‘Cheesecake’ as another name for razor wire?!
Heather- hey don't look at me. We're almost to the peak.
Timmy- great, I'd love to see what this Thorn Forest of Doom is like? With everything else, it's probably the Giant Man-Eating Tortoise Forest or Fire-Breathing Iguana Forest or something.
Timmy spends the rest of the trek complaining, until they finally reach a peaceful looking forest of plush trees.
Heather- well, wise-guy, guess what? Thorn Forest of Doom actually means Flower Garden of Plush Toys and Kittens.
Timmy is absolutely aghast and completely blown away.
Timmy- I-I’m just taking this in stride now. I'm done questioning…anything. So, it's about time something easy happened. There's nothing terrible or dangerous or anything, right?
Heather shook her head.
Heather- just a high pollen count. Pollen means pollen, by the way.
The two come out on the other side to a large mountain of trash with a face.
Mountain- welcome to the Mountain of Lost and Forgotten Stuff. What did you lose or forget you lost?
Timmy- well, the key to my bike lock.
Mountain- check your pocket.
Timmy checks his pocket, and finds the key.
Mountain- now check the other pocket.
Timmy then finds his watch.
Timmy- seriously? That’s it?
Mountain- hey, it took you this long just to get here. I’m not just gonna refuse to give you what you came for.
Heather- hey, I remember now. I lost my common sense. That’s why I wasn’t questioning any of this!
Mountain- would you like it back?
Heather- no thanks, I don't think I need it.
Mountain- and what did you learn?
Timmy- I have an extremely overactive imagination, and I should seek therapy.
Mountain- close enough, I guess.
Cut to Sally, looking back at the clock when Timmy comes in covered in sewage.
Sally- Timmy, you’re…disgusting! What happened? What’s that smell?
Timmy- I don’t wanna talk about it. I'm just going upstairs, taking a long, hot shower, and going to bed…after a few sodas. It was one of those kinda days.
He trudges upstairs, and slams the door. When he gets out of the shower, he finds a few slices of pieces of pizza on his nightstand with a note.
Timmy (reading)- ‘I figured you’d be really hungry after a rough day, so I heated up your dinner. Love, Sally’
He smirks, and takes a bite of one of the slices.
Timmy- thanks Sally. You always know just what I need when I need it.