Beechball Bonanza
When Flops and The Stoat plan a relaxing day of beachball, Dook shows up with his own “beechball”, a massive wooden orb carved from a tree. Chaos ensues as they try to play, leading to a sandy disaster, a quick lesson on homophones, and a new respect for inflatable spheres.
A: Pre-Intro Segment
Beach – wide sunny shot, Flops is setting up a volleyball net. The Stoat is holding a proper beachball under one arm.
Flops (grinning, tail twitching): This is gonna be great! The sun, the sand, and some solid smackin’ of plastic spheres!
Stoat (adjusts sunglasses): I dunno, eh... I thought we were just chillin’, not training for a beachball championship...
Dook appears, dragging a giant wooden orb, clearly carved from beech wood. It leaves a trench in the sand.
Dook (cheerful): I brought the beechball! Fern-approved density!
Flops and Stoat stare, confused and slightly horrified. Smash cut to logo intro.
B: Intro Segment
Standard intro plays with upbeat music. Dook and Flops ride a sofa over surreal landscapes. Ends with title splashing onto screen: “Dook and Flops – Beechball Bonanza”
C: Story Segment Part 1
Back on the beach.
Flops (hands on hips): Dook, that’s not a beachball. That’s a tree you bullied into being round.
Dook (grinning): A beechball! I looked it up. Beeches are trees. Beach is... this. I connected the logic!
Stoat (muttering): Uh... I think your search engine’s got bark in the wires, eh?
Dook (pats the heavy orb): She's regulation weight! If regulations were set by geology.
Flops (facepawing): Look, can we just use this? (He holds up the normal, colorful, air-filled beachball.)
Dook: I’m already emotionally attached.
Dook hoists the wooden ball with cartoon physics ease and serves it like a volleyball. It arcs toward Stoat, who freezes in horror.
Stoat (blinking slowly): Uh oh... eh?
The frame freezes just before impact. Transition to Educational Segment.
D: Educational Segment
Animated, stylized cutaway – Dook and Flops appear in a simplified chalkboard world.
Dook (holding a diagram): Today’s lesson: Homophones! Words that sound the same but mean different things!
Flops (drawing with a stick in the sand): Like “beech” the tree...
Dook (pulls out a real beech leaf): ...And “beach,” the place where the sun fries your feet like tofu on pavement!
Flops (nodding): Or “flour” and “flower,” “knight” and “night”...
Dook (deadpan): Or “mistake” and “hilariously catastrophic wooden projectile.”
Flops coughs and moves on quickly.
Flops: Just... always check the spelling. Your spleen might thank you later.
E: Story Segment Part 2
Back to the beach – Stoat is buried in the sand, only ears poking out. The wooden ball sits harmlessly nearby.
Flops (panicking): He’s okay, right?
Stoat (voice muffled under sand): I saw... the ancestors, eh...
Dook (looking proud): Excellent form. No bounce though. Needs more varnish?
Flops (sighs, pulls Stoat up): Alright, from now on, I pick the balls. You bring the snacks.
Dook: I brought fermented pinecones.
Flops: ...Okay, new plan. You just exist quietly for ten minutes.
F: Story Segment Part 3
Later, they’re playing beachball properly. Dook’s wooden orb sits used as a table nearby, with drinks on it.
Dook (smiling, sipping something): I admit, this version is more... kinetic. But mine smells like a forest.
Stoat (twitching every time a ball flies near him): As long as it doesn’t hit like one...
Flops (to Dook): Just promise you won’t bring a bassball next time.
Dook (blinks): You mean... with an actual bass?
They all look off-camera in dread as a flopping fish sound is heard. Cut to credits.
G: Credits Segment
Simple credits roll with a surf-rock remix of the intro. Dook and Flops chase a rogue inflatable flamingo across the beach.
H: After-Credit Segment
Back at home, Dook has placed the beechball into a hammock. It wears sunglasses.
Dook (whispers lovingly): Sleep well, orb of truth. One day... they’ll understand you.
Zoom in on the wooden ball. A faint creak is heard. Cut to black.