INTRO: BRAD FORSYTHE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER. IN THE HOPE THAT A CURE WOULD BE FOUND, HE ELECTED TO BE CRYOGENICALLY FROZEN. HE WAS REANIMATED 75 YEARS LATER, CURED, AND SET UP WITH A FAMILY WHO VOLUNTEERS TO ADAPT THESE PEOPLE BACK INTO SOCIETY.
SCENE: The Taylor's dining room. Things should look like a perfect 1950's era home. MOM, DAD, SON, DAUGHTER, and BRAD enter the room.
MOM: I'm so happy we got you, Brad! You'll love it, we've cured so many diseases, there's plenty of energy and food for everyone, and we have flying cars!
DAD: (Laughs) Yes, those wacky kids.
SON: I want a flying car!
DAD: No, we've discussed this, you have to drive, before you can fly!
SON: Kicks floor, "Aw, man."
MOM (to SON): Well, how about a tasty dinner to cheer you right up?
SON: Yay!
DAD: Katie, help Mom in the Kitchen, Brad can help set out the silverware.
SCENE: The dinner table. Mom is popping out 'food' from plastic trays. The food looks like form-shaped biscuits in 'happy fun shapes and colors'. The kids are bouncing in their chairs. BRAD looks dubiously at the food.
KIDS gnaw on food biscuits, MOM smiles beatifically. DAD goes to feed the dog, removes package from cabinet, places it into what appears to be a microwave. Beeper goes off, DAD removes the package, scoops what looks like steak tips into the bowl. Dog eats heartily.
BRAD looks at dog bowl, back at plate of food biscuits, then back to the dog bowl.
FADE TO BLACK
SCENE: The Taylor's Kitchen. BRAD is on the floor, a couple of packages of "Dog Food" scattered around him, scooping a chicken dish into his mouth with his hand from a package. Camera cuts over to family.
DAD: [Looks disgusted] Oh my GOD.
MOM: [Faints]
DAUGHTER: [Screams]
SON: Cooooooooooooooooooool!
Camera cuts back to Brad who holds his pose for a moment, before scooping food into his mouth again.
FADE OUT
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