Tooth and Consequences
Flops chips a tooth on aggressive popcorn. Dook calls the dentist, and an educational segment demystifies the process—showing it's gentle, not scary. At the kiosk, gnomes reveal their dentistry involves philosophical debates with teeth and tiny hammers, making Flops grateful for his experience. They return home with soft constellation candy and cocoa, reflecting that dentists are just tooth heroes.
A: PRE-INTRO SEGMENT
Interior: Dook & Flops' Living Room - Afternoon
Flops is sprawled on the couch in his signature position—one leg draped over the armrest, remote in paw, eyes half-lidded but fully invested. The TV murmurs with a Sala City soap opera called "Hearts of Reasonable Drama." Someone's discovering their twin's ex-fiancé is actually a time-displaced version of themselves. Standard Tuesday viewing.
A bowl of popcorn sits on Flops' chest, rising and falling with his breathing like a tiny delicious mountain range.
Flops (to the TV, mouth full): "Oh come ON, you can see the twist coming from three episodes away—"
He reaches for another handful of popcorn, tosses a kernel into his mouth, bites down—
CRACK.
Flops (freezing mid-chew): "...mmph?"
He sits up slowly, the popcorn bowl sliding off his chest and onto the couch cushions. His paw moves cautiously to his mouth. His eyes go wide.
Flops (muffled, increasingly panicked): "Mmph. MMPH. DOOK! MMMPH!"
Interior: Kitchen - Continuous
Dook stands at the counter, arranging fern fronds into a spiral pattern while simultaneously stirring cocoa with his tail. He's humming what sounds like elevator music played backwards. A small potted fern on the windowsill leans toward him approvingly.
Dook (to the fern, conversational): "Your leaves are looking particularly perpendicular today. Have you been doing yoga?"
From the living room: "DOOK! MMMMMPH!"
Dook tilts his head, listening. His ears swivel like satellite dishes tuning to a specific frequency of distress.
Dook (calm, understanding): "Ah. Dental emergency. Third one this month for the neighborhood. Must be the popcorn distributor using extra-aggressive kernels again."
He sets down his cocoa spoon, pats the fern gently, and walks into the living room.
Interior: Living Room - Continuous
Flops is sitting upright now, one paw clamped over his mouth, the other gesturing wildly at the popcorn bowl like it's betrayed him personally.
Flops (muffled, attempting communication): "Mmph mmmph tooth mmmmph kernel mmmph WHY!"
Dook kneels beside the couch, peering at Flops with the calm attention of someone who speaks fluent Muffled Panic.
Dook (nodding thoughtfully): "I see. You bit down on a kernel at an unfortunate angle, and now a portion of your dental structure has achieved independent status. Probably upper right molar. Possibly a premolar, but those are trickier."
Flops stares at him, paw still over mouth, eyes conveying both amazement and "how did you get ALL that from mumbling?"
Dook (standing, decisive): "Don't worry. I know a dentist. Very good with teeth. They have experience with dreamlands mouth-architecture, so regular teeth will be simple for them."
Dook pulls out a phone from seemingly nowhere—possibly his pocket, possibly thin air—and dials.
Dook (into phone, professional): "Hello, yes, this is Dook. I have a friend experiencing sudden tooth fragmentation... Yes, popcorn-related... Mmhmm, upper right quadrant... Can you see us today?... Excellent. We'll be there in twenty minutes. Should I bring documentation?... Just his mouth? Perfect."
He hangs up. Looks at Flops.
Dook (reassuring): "Dr. Molar can see us immediately. Apparently it's a slow day. Last week someone swallowed a harmonica and things got complicated."
Flops (still muffled, but slightly less panicked): "Mmph..."
Dook (gently): "You can keep your paw there until we arrive. Probably wise. Teeth like to wander when unsupervised."
Flops nods. They head for the door.
B: INTRO SEGMENT
Standard upbeat theme music. Dook and Flops ride their signature flying sofa over surreal landscapes. This time, as they pass over a field of giant molars, one sprouts tiny legs and waves at them. Flops waves back nervously.
Title splashes across the screen: "Dook and Flops – Tooth and Consequences"
C: STORY SEGMENT - PART 1
Exterior: Sala City Streets - Day
Dook and Flops walk down the sidewalk. Flops still has his paw over his mouth. They pass Bunnyrack's carrot stand.
Bunnyrack (cheerful, calling out): "Hello boys! Want a carrot? They're very crunchy today!"
Flops (muffled, shaking head vigorously): "Mmph mmph MMPH!"
Dook (translating politely): "He's having a dental episode. We're avoiding anything that requires structural integrity to consume."
Bunnyrack (sympathetic): "Oh no! Well, I have carrot juice! It's liquid!"
Dook (thoughtful): "We'll stop by after. Thank you for your liquid vegetable support."
They continue walking.
Flops (muffled, attempting conversation): "Mmph mmm dentist mmph scary mmph?"
Dook (reassuring): "Dentists are just tooth architects. They look at the blueprints of your mouth and make small renovations. Very peaceful process. Sometimes they play music. Often jazz."
Flops (slightly less worried): "Mmph?"
Dook (nodding): "The jazz is scientifically proven to make teeth more cooperative."
They arrive at a small building. The sign reads: "DR. MOLAR, D.D.S. - Dreamlands Dentistry Specialist (Also Regular Teeth)"
Interior: Dentist Office Waiting Room
The waiting room is surprisingly calming. Soft blue walls. A small fountain shaped like a smiling tooth. Magazines about proper flossing technique. An aquarium where the fish have tiny toothbrushes.
A receptionist—a cheerful otter—looks up.
Receptionist (warm): "You must be Flops! Dr. Molar is ready for you. You can head right back."
Flops (muffled): "Mmph..."
Dook (to Flops): "I'll be right there with you. I brought calming ferns."
He pulls a small potted fern from his pocket. It waves gently.
D: EDUCATIONAL SEGMENT
Interior: Dental Examination Room
The room is bright, clean, and not at all scary. There's a comfortable chair, various gentle-looking tools, and posters showing happy teeth doing tooth things.
Dr. Molar—a kind-looking badger with gentle eyes—greets them warmly.
Dr. Molar (soft voice): "Hello Flops! I hear you've had a little accident with some popcorn. Let's take a look, okay?"
Flops nods, still nervous. He slowly removes his paw from his mouth.
The scene transitions to a softer, animated educational style. Dook appears as narrator, sitting on a friendly-looking tooth.
Dook (narrator voice, gentle): "Going to the dentist might seem scary, but let me show you what actually happens."
Animated Dook points to an illustrated version of Flops sitting in the dental chair.
Dook: "First, the dentist will look at your teeth with a small mirror. It doesn't hurt—it's just so they can see all the corners and make sure everything's okay."
Animation shows Dr. Molar gently examining with the mirror.
Dook: "Sometimes they take pictures called X-rays. These are like photographs of the inside of your teeth. You just sit still for a moment, and it shows the dentist things they can't see with just their eyes."
Animation shows a gentle X-ray machine taking a picture. The cartoon tooth smiles.
Dook: "If a tooth is chipped—like Flops'—the dentist will clean it very carefully and fix it. They use special materials that become hard and strong, like the rest of your tooth."
Animation shows gentle tools smoothing and repairing.
Dook: "For bigger fixes, they might use medicine that makes your mouth feel sleepy, so you don't feel anything. It's called anesthetic. Your mouth will feel funny for a little while, like it's made of marshmallows, but then it goes back to normal."
Animation shows Flops with a slightly lopsided, goofy smile.
Dook: "The dentist's tools might make buzzing sounds, but they're just doing their job—making sure your teeth stay strong and healthy. Think of it like getting a haircut, but for your tooth."
Back to real Dook, still sitting on the friendly tooth.
Dook: "And the best part? When you're done, your tooth is fixed! You can eat, talk, and smile without any problems. Dentists are tooth heroes."
Interior: Dental Examination Room - Continuous
We focus on Dook, sitting calmly in a nearby chair, holding his calming fern. From off-screen we hear gentle dentist sounds.
Whirrrr... click... "Doing great, Flops"... gentle water sounds... "Almost done"... whirrrr...
Dook (to the fern, serene): "See? Very peaceful. Like a spa, but for calcium structures."
The fern's leaves rustle in agreement.
Dr. Molar (off-screen, cheerful): "All finished!"
Flops comes into frame, mouth slightly numb, one cheek puffed. He tries to smile—it comes out crooked and lopsided due to the anesthetic.
Flops (slurred but relieved): "Ish done? I canth feel my fathe."
Dook (proud): "Your face is temporary abstract. This is normal."
Dr. Molar (handing Flops a small mirror): "Your tooth is good as new! The numbness will wear off in about an hour. Avoid hard foods for today, and you'll be all set."
Flops (looking at his fixed tooth, attempting to smile properly, failing adorably): "Thangk you Docthor Molar!"
Dr. Molar (warmly): "You did wonderfully. Here's a sticker."
She hands him a sticker that says "I WAS BRAVE AT THE DENTIST" with a cartoon tooth wearing a superhero cape.
Flops (delighted despite numb face): "Ish got a cathe!"
E: STORY SEGMENT - PART 2
Exterior: Sala City Streets - Later
Dook and Flops walk back through town. Flops' face is still slightly lopsided.
Flops (slurred but happy): "Thatht washnt tho bad! Can we get candy?"
Dook (thoughtful): "Soft candy only. Your tooth needs gentle reintroduction to the concept of chewing."
Flops: "The kiosk hash thothe constellation candieth!"
Dook: "Ah yes, constellation candy. Dissolves into sugar constellations on your tongue. Very soft. Very astronomical."
Interior: The Kiosk
The bell tinkles as they enter. The Stoat is behind the counter, organizing lottery tickets with the precision of someone cataloging historical artifacts. The three gnomes are visible on their shelf, working on what appears to be a tiny spreadsheet.
The Stoat (looking up, friendly): "Hey buds, eh. What brings you— whoa, Flops, your face is doing a thing."
Flops (lopsided grin): "Chipped a tooth! Justh came from the dentisht!"
The Stoat (sympathetic): "Oof, popcorn kernel?"
Flops (amazed): "How did you—"
The Stoat (shrugging): "Third one this week, eh. New distributor's using aggressive corn. I filed a complaint. Want some constellation candy? Got a fresh batch in."
Dook (nodding): "We seek soft astronomical sugar."
The Stoat retrieves a small bag of constellation candy—they look like tiny compressed stars. He rings it up.
The Stoat: "These'll dissolve real nice, eh. Easy on the tooth situation. That'll be $2.50."
Dook produces exact change from his pocket, along with a small grateful fern leaf, which The Stoat accepts with a knowing nod.
Flops (still slurred, curious): "Have you ever chipped a tooth?"
The Stoat (casual): "Once. Bit down on a... uh... rock. In some soup. Was fine though, eh."
[Brief moment where The Stoat seems slightly distant, perhaps remembering something specific about aggressive soup rocks, but he shakes it off quickly.]
From the shelf, Gnome #2 looks up from the tiny spreadsheet.
Gnome #2 (matter-of-fact): "You're lucky you went to a regular dentist."
Flops (turning, interested): "Why'th that?"
Gnome #1 (joining in, very serious): "Gnome dentistry is... different."
Gnome #3 (nodding gravely): "We use tiny hammers and philosophical debates to convince teeth to behave."
Flops (concerned): "Philothophical debateth?"
Gnome #2: "Yes. We argue with the tooth about its purpose in life until it agrees to stay in place. Takes hours. Very intense."
Gnome #1: "Sometimes we bring in elder gnomes to lecture the tooth about disappointment."
Gnome #3: "And if that doesn't work, we use the Hammer of Reasonable Persuasion."
Flops (backing away slightly): "That thoundth... terrible?"
Gnome #2 (shrugging): "It works. But your way—with the gentle tools and the medicine that makes your face feel like clouds—that seems much more efficient."
Gnome #1 (to Gnome #2): "We should update our dental protocols."
Gnome #3 (writing in a tiny notebook): "Noted: Consider adopting surface-dweller tooth-fixing methods. Less philosophy, more anesthetic."
The Stoat (chuckling): "You gnomes and your traditions, eh."
Dook (to Flops, reassuring): "See? Regular dentistry is very calm compared to philosophical tooth negotiations."
Flops (relieved): "Yeah, I'm tho glad I didn't have to argue with my tooth about itth purpothe!"
The Stoat (handing them the candy bag): "Take care of that tooth, bud. And maybe avoid popcorn for a bit, eh?"
Flops: "Good advith!"
They wave goodbye. The gnomes return to their spreadsheet, now with an added section labeled "Dental Reform Committee."
F: STORY SEGMENT - PART 3
Exterior: Walking Home - Late Afternoon
The sun is lower now, casting long shadows. Flops munches carefully on constellation candy, watching tiny sugar stars dissolve on his tongue.
Flops (face still slightly numb but improving): "You know, going to the dentitht really wathn't thcary at all."
Dook (nodding sagely): "Teeth are easier to fix than most people think. The scary part is usually just not knowing what happens."
Flops: "And Dr. Molar wath tho nithe! And the toolth didn't hurt!"
Dook: "Exactly. Unlike gnome dentistry, which involves existential questioning and tiny hammers."
Flops (laughing): "Can you imagine having to convince your tooth to thtay in your mouth through philothophy?"
Dook (thoughtful): "I think my teeth would just leave out of spite. They're not good at debates."
Flops: "Mine either. They're better at jutht... being teeth."
They walk in comfortable silence for a moment.
Flops (more serious, face returning to normal): "Thanks for coming with me, Dook. And for calling the dentist. And for the calming fern."
Dook (gentle smile): "Teeth are important. They help you smile and eat constellation candy. Worth protecting."
Flops (grinning—now mostly symmetrical): "My face ith coming back!"
Dook: "Yes, the marshmallow effect is wearing off. Your facial architecture is returning to its blueprints."
Interior: Living Room - Evening
Flops is back on the couch, sprawled in his signature position. The TV is still playing "Hearts of Reasonable Drama"—the twin's ex-fiancé has discovered they're ALSO their own grandfather somehow. Flops munches constellation candy slowly, savoring each tiny star.
Flops (to the TV, relieved): "Okay, NOW I can focus on your nonsense drama without worrying about my tooth."
Interior: Kitchen - Continuous
Dook is at the counter again, this time making fresh cocoa. He stirs with quiet contentment, adding a small fern leaf for garnish. He coughs gently—a-hem—and two perfect mugs appear.
He carries them into the living room.
Interior: Living Room - Continuous
Dook hands Flops a mug and sits beside him on the couch. They both sip quietly, watching the TV.
Flops (thoughtful): "You know what? Today started with a chipped tooth and panic, and it ended with... everything being fine."
Dook (nodding): "That's how most dental adventures go. Brief crisis, calm solution, constellation candy."
Flops: "And cocoa."
Dook: "Always cocoa."
They clink mugs gently.
Flops (sincere): "I'm glad you knew what to do. And that you speak Muffled Panic."
Dook (modest): "It's a useful language in the dreamlands. People mumble there a lot. Usually about taxes."
Flops (laughing): "Well, thanks. For everything."
Dook (warm): "Teeth are temporary in their troubles but permanent in their importance. Worth the trip."
Flops: "Deep."
Dook: "The cocoa helps me think."
They sit in comfortable silence, sipping cocoa, the TV murmuring about impossible family trees. The fern on the windowsill seems to lean toward them approvingly.
Flops (quietly): "Next time I'm eating popcorn, I'm checking every kernel first."
Dook: "Wise. Or we could write a strongly worded letter to the popcorn distributor."
Flops: "Both. Definitely both."
They clink mugs again, settling deeper into the couch as the evening light fades.
Fade to soft warm glow.
G: CREDITS SEGMENT
Soft instrumental music plays over footage of:
- The dentist office's happy tooth fountain
- Constellation candy dissolving in slow motion
- The gnomes writing "Dental Reform Committee" on their tiny clipboard
- The Stoat restocking popcorn with a suspicious eye
- Dr. Molar's "I WAS BRAVE" stickers
- Dook's calming fern waving gently
Credits roll.
H: AFTER-CREDITS SEGMENT
Interior: Living Room - Night
Flops is asleep on the couch, mouth slightly open, the sticker still stuck to his chest.
Dook tiptoes over and gently places a small piece of paper on the coffee table. It reads: "Dear Popcorn Distributor: Your kernels are EXCESSIVELY aggressive. Please recalibrate. - A Concerned Tooth Advocate"
He nods, satisfied, and returns to the kitchen to make one final mug of cocoa.
Dook (to himself, content): "Another tooth saved. Another Tuesday conquered."
The fern on the windowsill rustles in agreement.
Fade to black.
THE END