When Pigs Fly

Flops overhears a skeptical Stoat say "that'll happen when pigs fly" about a wild idea, inspiring him to make it literal using the hot new gene-editing tech CRISPR. With Dook's help, they sneak into a Sala City lab, edit some pigs with "flying" genes, and unleash winged chaos across the city. An educational segment explains real CRISPR advancements like virus-resistant pigs and medical breakthroughs, before they learn that some expressions aren't meant for science—but innovation can still make the impossible possible in unexpected ways.

A: Pre-Intro Segment

Interior: Corner Kiosk - Day. Sunlight filters through the windows, casting long shadows over shelves stocked with maple syrup jugs, gum packs, and lottery tickets. Flops leans on the counter, munching on a candy bar, while the Stoat methodically restocks a shelf with "Eh?-branded" energy drinks.

Flops (mouth half-full, gesturing wildly): Picture this, Stoat—your kiosk, but airborne! A flying food truck zipping through Sala City skies, dropping maple syrup parachutes on hungry folks below. Revolutionary!

The Stoat (not even glancing up, his voice a flat Canadian drawl): Eh, that'll happen when pigs fly. Now, that candy bar's $1.50.

Flops (pausing mid-bite, eyes lighting up like fireworks): When pigs... fly? Challenge. Accepted!

The Stoat finally looks up, raising an eyebrow, but Flops is already bolting out the door with a mischievous grin. Smash cut to the logo intro.

B: Intro Segment

The standard upbeat theme music kicks in as Dook and Flops ride their signature flying sofa over surreal landscapes: rolling hills of candy, rivers of cocoa, and now, for this episode, a flock of cartoon pigs with tiny, fluttering wings clumsily trying to keep up. The title splashes across the screen in bubbly letters: “Dook and Flops – When Pigs Fly meet CRISPR”. The music swells with a quirky sci-fi twist, like beakers bubbling in harmony.

C: Story Segment Part 1

Interior: Dook & Flops' Kitchen - Morning. The room is cozy chaos—flour-dusted counters from a recent waffle experiment, a potted fern humming softly in the corner (Dook's doing), and sunlight streaming in. Dook sits at the table, meticulously arranging tea leaves into intricate double-helix patterns, sipping from a mug of steaming cocoa that materialized from nowhere. Flops bursts in, still buzzing from the kiosk, waving a crumpled napkin covered in frantic sketches of pigs with jetpacks and wings.

Flops (pacing excitedly, napkin in paw): Dook! I've got it—the ultimate comeback! The Stoat shot down my flying kiosk idea with that old "when pigs fly" line. So, we're gonna make pigs fly. Literally!

Dook (calmly stirring his cocoa, the spoon moving on its own): Pigs... ascending? But pigs are earth's anchors—rooted, snuffling philosophers of the mud. Why rewrite their skyward destiny?

Flops (unfurling the napkin like a treasure map): Because proving him wrong means my idea's golden! And how? CRISPR! I read about it online—it's like genetic scissors. Snip-snip, add some bird DNA or bat wings, and bam—flying pork!

Dook (tilting his head thoughtfully, his ears twitching as if listening to invisible whispers): CRISPR... Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeats. Nature's own defense system, borrowed by clever minds to edit life's code. I once used dream-shears to splice a lullaby into a fern's whispers. But real genes? That's tampering with the tangible.

Flops (grinning, already grabbing his backpack): Exactly! Sala City's got that new bio-lab downtown—Boingo's Gene Bark Center or whatever. We sneak in, borrow some tools, edit a pig or two. What could go wrong?

Dook (standing up slowly, a fern leaf sticking to his fur like a badge): Potential ethical quagmires aside... I'll bring the moral compass cocoa. And perhaps a reversal potion, just in case.

They head out the door, the napkin blueprint catching the breeze and fluttering to reveal more details: a pig with helicopter rotors labeled "Plan B" and a note saying "Ask Odie about legal stuff?"

Cut to: Exterior: Sala City Streets - Day. Dook and Flops weave through the quirky town—past Bunnyrack's mayoral carrot stand, a group of gnomes picketing for "thimble rights," and the Stoat's kiosk in the distance. Flops chatters excitedly about "aerial bacon deliveries," while Dook nods sagely, occasionally coughing up a small ethical dilemma cloud that dissipates harmlessly.

D: Educational Segment

Transition to an animated chalkboard world, where Dook and Flops pop in wearing oversized lab coats and safety goggles. Cartoon DNA strands twirl like party streamers around them, and a friendly bacterium waves from the corner.

Dook (holding up a pair of glowing scissors, snipping at the air dramatically): Welcome to today's science spotlight: CRISPR! It's not just a fancy acronym—it's a revolutionary tool for editing genes, like fixing spelling errors in the book of life.

Flops (drawing on the chalkboard with enthusiastic scribbles): Stands for Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeats. Bacteria invented it to chop up invading viruses—snip, snip, goodbye bad guys! Then smart humans like Jennifer Doudna and Emmanuelle Charpentier figured out how to use it for us in 2012. They even won a Nobel for it!

Visuals shift: A timeline appears, showing key milestones. Bacteria battling viruses, then lab scenes with scientists editing cells.

Dook (pointing to icons on the board): In real life, CRISPR's making waves. By 2025, it's helped create virus-resistant pigs—stuff like fighting off PRRS (Porcine Reproductive and Respiratory Syndrome), reducing antibiotic use on farms. Healthier pigs mean safer food!

Flops (adding more drawings: pigs with shields, hearts beating strongly): And medicine? Huge! Editing pig organs for human transplants—xenotransplantation. In 2022, a pig heart saved a man's life temporarily, and by 2025, trials are advancing with CRISPR-edited kidneys to avoid rejection. It could end organ shortages!

Dook (serious now, the background softening): But remember, friends—with great power comes great pondering. Ethics matter: animal welfare, unintended changes, access for all. Always ask: Should we do this? And how can we do it kindly?

Flops (nodding, tossing the chalk like a mic drop): Science is awesome, but responsibility makes it heroic!

The chalkboard fades back to reality with a bubbly pop.

E: Story Segment Part 2

Exterior: Sala City Bio-Lab - Day. The building is a gleaming mix of modern glass and quirky Sala flair—vines climbing the walls, a sign reading "Sala Gene Works – Editing Tomorrow Today" with a winking DNA helix logo. Dook and Flops approach in disguises: Flops in an oversized white lab coat swiped from home (it says "Pasta La Vista" on the back), and Dook with a fern woven into a makeshift wig, looking like a walking salad.

Flops (whispering harshly, adjusting his coat): Okay, plan: You distract with dream talk, I snag the CRISPR kit. In and out!

Dook (nodding serenely): I'll channel my inner enigma.

They slip inside through a side door left ajar (plot convenience). The lab is buzzing: Beakers bubble with colorful liquids, computers hum with gene sequences, and in a pen at the back, a few contented pigs oink softly, unaware of their impending upgrade.

A SHIBA INU SCIENTIST types furiously at a terminal, muttering about "base pairs."

Shiba Scientist (spotting them, suspicious but polite): Hold it—who are you two? This is a restricted area. No tours today.

Flops (stammering, sweating under the coat): Uh, we're... gene inspectors! From the... Bureau of Ethical Edits! Here to check your pig protocols.

Dook (stepping forward calmly, his fern-wig rustling): Indeed. Your sequences seem... drowsy. Have you considered infusing them with lullaby logic? Dreams make excellent splicers.

The scientist blinks, intrigued despite herself—Sala City's weird enough for this to fly.

Shiba Scientist: Well, I suppose a quick look couldn't hurt. But no touching the samples!

While she chats with Dook about "dream-infused CRISPR," Flops sneaks to the workstation. He types "flying pig genes" into the computer—screens flash with bird DNA diagrams (eagles for majesty, bats for night flights). He grabs a syringe-like injector, loads it with the edit (visual: glowing blue liquid), and approaches the pig pen.

Flops (whispering to a pig): This won't hurt a bit. Think happy thoughts—up, up, and away!

He injects a few piglets. At first, nothing... then, tiny wings sprout from their backs, feathery and awkward. The piglets oink in surprise, flapping experimentally. One lifts off shakily, bumping into a shelf and knocking over test tubes.

Chaos erupts! The winged piglets zoom around the lab like drunken drones—crashing into monitors (sparks fly), spilling gene potions (one turns a plant into a singing cactus), and perching on the scientist's head.

Shiba Scientist (dodging a dive-bombing pig, half-laughing, half-horrified): What did you do?! These aren't ready for flight tests!

Flops (panicking, trying to catch one): They fly! Sort of! More like chaotic hovering! Dook, help!

Dook (using dream logic, coughing up a mist of calming cocoa vapor that settles the pigs mid-air): Their ascent is enthusiastic but unrefined. Perhaps we over-edited the ambition gene.

The pigs calm but escape out an open window, fluttering into Sala City skies. Cut to montage: Winged pigs causing mild mayhem—stealing carrots from Bunnyrack's stand, photobombing gnomes' union meeting, and buzzing the Stoat's kiosk.

The Stoat (looking up, unfazed): Eh, flying pigs. Figures.

F: Story Segment Part 3

Back at the lab, the Shiba Scientist corners Dook and Flops, but she's more amazed than angry.

Shiba Scientist: This is... groundbreaking. Or lab-breaking. Those wings—inspired by 2025 xenotransplant edits? We could adapt this for real flight research, ethically of course.

Flops (sheepish, dodging a leftover flapping piglet): We just wanted to prove a point to the Stoat. Innovation for the win?

Odie Yotie (bursting in, briefcase in paw—summoned by chaos vibes): Hold it! As your impromptu legal counsel, this reeks of bio-trespass. But... those pigs are kinda majestic.

The group rounds up the pigs (Dook lures them with floating cocoa bubbles). As they do, Flops reflects.

Flops: We made the impossible happen, but now the city's in pig pandemonium.

Dook (gentle wisdom mode): Idioms like 'when pigs fly' are metaphors for improbability—not blueprints. Science unlocks wonders, but wisdom knows when to ground them. True innovation respects balance.

The Stoat (arriving with a delivery of "anti-chaos syrup"): Eh, heard about the pigs. Brought backup. And... your flying kiosk idea? With these pork pilots, maybe it's not so crazy.

Flops (grinning): See? Pigs flew, dreams soar!

Resolution: They reverse the edits (temporary in cartoon rules), but keep one piglet as a pet with vestigial wings. The scientist collaborates on ethical flying tech ideas.

G: Credits Segment

A surf-rock remix of the intro theme plays over a montage: Edited animals in silly scenarios—a pig with binoculars "bird-watching" itself, Dook splicing a fern to fly gently, Flops sketching safer kiosk designs. Credits roll with pig oinks in the background.

H: After-Credit Segment

Interior: Dook & Flops' Living Room - Night. A tiny winged piglet hides in Flops' pocket, peeking out with a soft oink.

Flops (whispering): Can we keep him? Name him Crispy?

Dook (smiling, offering a mini cocoa mug): Only if he promises not to edit our reality without permission.

The piglet nods solemnly, sipping. Freeze frame on the trio, with a wink to the camera.

Fade to black.