Free adult animation scripts

[A windowless office, deep underground. A fluorescent light buzzes. GARY, a demon with a lanyard, flips through a binder] Okay. Welcome to Level Six. I'm Gary. I'll be your supervisor, your trainer and, per the handbook, your nightmare. Mostly I'm your supervisor. Couple of things. The lake of fire is to your left. Do not park there. We've had issues. Break room is to your right. The coffee is eternal, which sounds nice until you taste it. It's the same pot. Since 1740. Now. Your duties. You'll be tormenting souls in the Unreturned Library Books wing. Very specific sinners. Every morning, you walk up, you whisper "It's due," and you walk away. That's it. Eight hours. Questions? No? Good. Nobody ever has questions. That's actually part of the punishment. For me. Timesheets are due Fridays. Friday is every day here, so, technically, always. Oh, and if you see a guy in a gold cape saying he's the new regional director, ignore him. That's Kevin. Kevin is not the regional director. Kevin licks the fire. [beat] You know, I didn't want this. I wanted to run a little bakery. Scones. Nice ones. With the lemon. [clears throat] Anyway. Pick up your pitchfork on the way out. It's a loaner, so if you bend it, it comes out of your soul. Welcome aboard.

[The bridge of a small cargo ship, drifting. CAPTAIN RENNICK speaks into a recorder] Captain's log. Day four hundred. Status: nominal. Navigation: nominal. Morale: excellent. I checked. I asked everyone. Crew report. First Officer Mop continues to perform well. Quiet. Dependable. Doesn't complain about the food, mostly because he's a mop. Lieutenant Toaster has been promoted. He knows why. Food supplies are holding. We have enough dehydrated lasagna for another nine years, or, if I keep eating it like this, six. I have also started talking to the stars. Nothing unusual there. Most of them don't answer. One of them does. I'm keeping an eye on her. Last night the ship's computer asked me if I was okay. I told it I was fine. Then I asked it the same question, and it said, "I'm a computer, Stuart." My name isn't Stuart. Nobody on this ship is named Stuart. [long pause] Note to Mission Control. Please send a new crew member. Human, ideally. A mop would also be fine. Rennick out.

[Midnight. A kitchen lit only by a glowing fridge door. DAD stands in his robe] Open the door, please. [pause] I know what time it is. I own a clock. I own you. [pause] Yes, I set a "healthy goals" reminder. That was January me. January me was a fool. [pause] I don't need a motivational quote. I need cheese. [pause] Did you just lock the pickles? Can you do that? Who taught you that? [pause] Fine. I'll have a carrot. Happy? Great. Now can I please have the cheese?

[A coffee counter at 6 a.m. BRIN has been awake since 4] Hi. Welcome. Yes. One oat milk, half-caff, extra-hot, no-foam, sugar-free vanilla latte. For Todd. You know what that is, Todd? That's warm milk. You ordered warm milk. It'll be out in a minute. Hang in there, Todd.

[A conference stage. Upbeat music fades. CHAD VALENCE, in a headset mic, spreads his arms] Good morning, Tulsa! How are we feeling? I said, how are we feeling? That's what I like to hear! Now. I want you to close your eyes. Picture your best life. The house. The car. The boat. You see that boat? That's your boat. You earned that boat. Now open your eyes, because my wife took the boat. [beat, still smiling] Also the house. And the dog. The dog chose, actually. That was the hardest part. He had a choice, and he walked right past me. But here's the thing, Tulsa! Every no is a step toward a yes! And I've had so many steps this week. Honestly, I'm tired. My legs are tired. But I got up this morning, I looked in the mirror at the Budget Stay Inn, and I said, "Chad. You are a lion." And the mirror said nothing, because it's a mirror. So! Let's do this! Who's ready to win? [small voice] Somebody. Please.

[A pastel waiting room. Soft harp music. DANA, clipboard in hand, addresses a room of confused new arrivals] Hi, everybody! Welcome! I know, I know, a lot to take in. You were just doing your thing, and now you're here holding a lanyard. I'm Dana. I'll be your orientation coordinator for the first thousand years. So, housekeeping. Your cloud assignments are in your welcome packet. Please don't swap clouds. People swap clouds and then the paperwork is just a nightmare. Harps are optional. I know, right? People think you have to play the harp. You don't. Frank over there plays the kazoo, and honestly, we've all made peace with it. Now, some of you are asking, "Dana, can I see my family?" Great question. Yes! From a distance. On a slight delay. It's a bit like streaming. And some of you are asking, "Dana, is that man over there the one from the elevator?" Yes. He is. Please don't bring it up. He feels bad. Okay! Snacks are in the back. They're all angel food cake. Every snack. Forever. Let's have a great eternity!

[A folding chair in a community center. HAROLD adjusts his reading glasses] Treasurer's report. Quarter three. We began the quarter with twelve dollars and fifty cents. We spent four dollars on a flashlight. The flashlight does not work. We received a donation from Mrs. Albright. It was a casserole. I have logged it as an asset. We are currently four dollars short. I believe we know why. [stares at someone] Barry. The donut fund is for donuts.

[A dim warehouse. A heist crew stares at NANA PEARL, who has just arrived with a tin of cookies] Hello, dears! I brought snickerdoodles. Help yourselves. There's plenty. Now, Marcus said you needed a little help with a safe. Is that right? Oh, that's sweet. You all look so nervous. Sit down. Eat something. [she opens her handbag] Let's see. Reading glasses. Tissues. Mints. Stethoscope. Now, that's for the safe, dear, not for me. My heart's fine. Blueprints. Oh, you have blueprints too? How cute. These are out of date. The bank moved the guard room in 1994. I know because I was there. [beat] In a professional capacity. [her tone drops, crisp and cold] Now. The vault. It's a Harrow Mark Seven. Six minutes if you're good. Four if you're me. The guard takes his break at 2:10 and he always reads the sports page. Always. Men love a routine. [sweet again] Marcus, sweetheart, you've got crumbs on your balaclava. Here. Let Nana fix that.

[A backyard. A shoebox. JESSIE stands before a tiny hole in the dirt. A sibling sniffles offscreen] Friends. Family. Mrs. Kowalski from next door, who came for the lemonade. We are here to say goodbye to Captain Bubbles. He was a goldfish. He was also, in many ways, a leader. He swam in circles, yes. But he swam them with purpose. He lived eleven years, which, Mom googled, is extremely long for a fish that cost ninety cents. He survived two moves. He survived the time Danny tried to give him a bath. He survived the divorce. We all did, Captain. [beat] Dad won him at the county fair. Tossed three rings, missed all three, and the guy gave him the fish anyway because Dad would not stop talking. That was Dad. Dad would have liked this. He'd have made us all hold hands and he would've cried first, and then told everyone it was allergies. [quietly] Okay. That's... okay. Captain Bubbles. You were a good fish. Tell Dad we said hi. Danny, do the flush joke. He'd want the flush joke.

[A bedroom, ring light on. KAYLEIGH sits on her bed, speaking softly] Hey, guys. So. This is really hard for me to talk about. Um. Some of you saw the video where I said the ocean was "kind of overrated." And that was... not okay. I've taken some time. I've done a lot of growing. Not physically. I'm the same height. And I've learned that the ocean is actually, like, very important. To fish. And stuff. So I'm sorry, ocean. [brightens instantly] Anyway! This video is sponsored by Glowpod sea-salt face mist!

[A space station customs booth. ZORVA-KEL, an alien clerk, stamps a form] Species: human. Purpose of visit: tourism. Do you have anything to declare? Fruit? Emotions? You're sweating. That counts as a liquid. Hand it over. Next.

[A garage. DOUG stands beside a shiny red motorcycle. His daughter's silence speaks loudly offscreen] Okay. Before you say anything. It was on sale. Very on sale. Like, the guy practically paid me. And it's practical. Great gas mileage. Easy to park. Fits in a regular parking spot, or half of one, if you're brave. Yes, I know I don't know how to ride it. I'm taking a class. Thursdays. There's a guy in there who's seventy. He's doing great. He's the teacher's favorite. I'm not jealous. [beat] Look, Em. You're going to college in two months. Your mom's got her book club. I spend my weekends watching videos about gutters. I wanted to feel fast. Just once. Not old. Not careful. Fast. [pause] Okay. Also I bought the jacket. It has fringe. I don't want to talk about the fringe. [beat] You want to sit on it? Just sit. It doesn't even have gas in it yet. ...Helmet's on the shelf. Put on the helmet.

[A glass conference room. TYLER, twenty-three, stands in front of a slide that just says "Blank"] Thank you all for being here. I'm Tyler. I'm the founder, CEO and chief vibes officer of Blank. Let me ask you something. How many apps are on your phone right now? Fifty? A hundred? And what do they all have in common? They do stuff. They send you alerts. They ask for your location. They want you to rate them five stars. It's exhausting. Blank is different. You download Blank. You open Blank. And Blank... [pause] ...does nothing. No notifications. No ads. No updates. It's just a white screen. Forever. Our beta users open it an average of forty times a day. Why? Because it's the only place on their phone that doesn't want anything from them. We're calling it "digital silence as a service." We're raising eight million dollars. It will be spent on nothing. Because that's the brand. Any questions? [beat] No? That's actually perfect. That's very on-brand. Thank you.

[A community clubhouse. Folding chairs. LORD VORAXIS, in full armor, bangs a gavel] Silence! This meeting of the Maple Glen Homeowners Association is now in session. First item. Mrs. Pettigrew. Your mailbox is a shade of blue not approved by the Council. You have seven days to repaint, or face the consequences. The consequences are a letter. A strongly worded letter. Second item. Recycling bins. They must be returned to your garage by 8 p.m. on collection day. Several of you have defied me. I have seen it. I see everything. Mister Tran, I see you. Hello. Third item. The community pool. Someone has been swimming after hours. I will find you. And when I do, you will be banned. For one weekend. [beat] Now. New business. My proposal to replace the playground with a glorious monument to my victory over the Seventh Galaxy. All in favor? [silence] All opposed? [every hand goes up] Very well. The swings stay. You are all very brave. Motion to adjourn.

[2 a.m. A neon sign buzzes. ROXIE wipes down the counter. One customer remains] More coffee, hon? Don't answer. You look like more coffee. You know, you've been sitting on that pie for an hour. It's not an egg. It won't hatch. [pours] Thirty-one years I've worked this counter. I've seen three proposals, two breakups and one guy who tried to pay in guitar picks. I let him. He was good. People come in here at two in the morning because they don't want to be home yet. That's fine. That's what the booth is for. [beat] They're closing us Friday. Building a parking garage. Very exciting. Cars need places to sleep too, I guess. I'm not upset. I'm fine. I'll finally sleep at night like a normal person. Maybe I'll take up a hobby. Pottery. Bowling. Crime. [small laugh] Anyway. Eat your pie. It's on the house. Everything's on the house this week. What are they gonna do, fire me?

[A lab. A smoking time machine. DR. PRIYA NOLAN stumbles out with a sunburn] Okay. So. I went back to see the first Olympic Games. Did I see the races? No. I got the dates wrong. I arrived three weeks early. I saw them building the track. Mostly I saw a man named Doros arguing about gravel. I stayed for lunch. The olives were fantastic. I got you a souvenir. It's a rock. From the track. Doros didn't want it.

[A reception hall. BENNY taps a glass with a fork and unfolds a very crumpled page] Hi. Hello. For those who don't know me, I'm Benny. I've known the groom since kindergarten, when he bit me. Which is how we became friends. Most friendships start with a bite. Not most. Some. Okay. So. Marcus. Marcus is loyal. He's honest. He once drove four hours to bring me soup. It wasn't even good soup. It was cold by the time he got there. But it was the thought. It was the drive. Speaking of drives. The car he drove? My car. He borrowed it. I never got it back. Marcus, it's been six years. [laughter] Sorry. Getting off track. Back to the page. [flips page] This is my grocery list. Okay. [folds it] I'll just say it. Marcus, when you met Tasha, you called me at three in the morning and said, "I think she's the one." And I said, "The one what?" And you said, "The one I'm gonna be a better guy for." And you are. You really are. So raise your glasses. To Marcus and Tasha. And to my car. Wherever it is.

[A noisy pub. The trivia HOST leans into a microphone] Final round. Double points. Phones away. Team Smarty Pints, I can see your phone. It's lit up. You're lighting up your own face. Question ten. What's the capital of Australia? You have thirty seconds. Good luck, Kevin.

[Soft strings. A cubicle farm. A NARRATOR whispers from behind a potted plant] Here, in the fluorescent plains of the fourth floor, we find one of nature's most patient creatures. The office worker. This one is a male. He is thirty-four. He has been staring at a spreadsheet for eleven minutes without blinking. He is not working. He is waiting. Waiting for the clock to reach noon. Look. A colleague approaches. She carries a birthday card. It must be signed. The male sees her. He freezes. If he does not move, perhaps she will not notice him. She notices him. He signs the card. "Happy birthday." He has never met this person. Nature can be cruel. And now, the most dangerous moment of the day. The stapler is empty. Another worker has taken the staples and not replaced them. He opens the supply cupboard. The shelves are bare. [long pause] He will not survive the afternoon. Truly, a remarkable animal.

[A villain's lair. CHIP, lanyard around his neck, waves nervously] Hi! Chip. New intern. Evil department. I've already made coffee, reorganized the doom files and pressed the big red button. Was I not supposed to press that? Why is everyone running?

[A kitchen. MOM holds a cordless phone. The beep sounds] Hi, honey, it's Mom. Your mother. I don't know if you have other moms saved. Anyway, I'm calling because your aunt Linda says the dishwasher is making a noise. Not my dishwasher. Hers. I don't know why she called me. Okay. Also, the neighbor's cat had kittens. Six. One looks like your father. [beat] I just miss you, is all. Okay. Call me back. Or don't. But do.

[A kitchen table. LEO, fifteen, stares into a bowl of cereal] Mom. Do you ever think about how cereal is just soup? Like, it's got a liquid and it's got stuff in it. That's soup. So, technically, I have been eating cold soup every day of my life. And if cereal is soup, then what is a sandwich? What is anything? [beat] No, I'm fine. I just need a minute. Can I stay home today?

[A park. Under-six soccer. A dad, RICH, has brought a microphone and a portable speaker] And Mia has the ball! Mia's going left! Mia's going right! Mia has stopped to look at a butterfly! The crowd is on its feet! Mostly because the bench is wet! And here comes Tyler, number seven, running the wrong way, but with incredible heart! He shoots! He scores! On his own goal! Unbelievable! [normal voice] Okay, it's snack time.