Earth Girls Are Easy 2 - FREEZE-DRIED LOVE fanfiction, full script
Eath Girls Are Easy 2 - fanfiction, full script
written by Kalifornia Jani - Chat GPT
Earth Girls Are Easy 2 is a retro 80s/90s-style sequel, written as a proper screenplay in 5–6 parts, with:
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The original alien trio (Jeff Goldblum as Mac, Jim Carrey as Wiploc, Damon Wayans as Zeebo),
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A new setting — snowy Finland, instead of California,
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PG-13 comedy tone — bright, romantic, musical, and absurd.
Part 1: Opening titles → Aliens leave Earth again → accidental re-entry above Finland → crash in Lapland.
Part 2: Arrival in a Finnish village → mistaken for Scandinavian boy band → culture shock and sauna jokes.
Part 3: Romance and trouble → alien tech attracts attention from government agents → musical montage.
Part 4: Chaos escalates → disco-in-the-snow dance party turns intergalactic.
Part 5: Emotional climax → aliens decide between staying or leaving Earth again.
Part 6 (optional epilogue): “The Galaxy Tour” finale and 80s-style end credits song.
EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY 2
“Freeze-Dried Love”
(An 80s/90s sci-fi romantic comedy sequel)
Written in screenplay format — Part 1
FADE IN:
EXT. OUTER SPACE — DAY (IN TECHNICOLOR GLORY)
Retro synth music plays. Nebulae shimmer in bubblegum pink and turquoise.
A disco ball spins in zero gravity.
The ALIEN STARSHIP (a giant chrome egg with fuzzy fins) drifts past Earth.
TITLE CARD (IN NEON FONT):
EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY 2: FREEZE-DRIED LOVE
CUT TO:
INT. ALIEN STARSHIP — COCKPIT
MAC (Jeff Goldblum) sits at the helm, calm, intellectual, wearing a space-turtleneck.
WIPLOC (Jim Carrey) bounces in the copilot seat, chewing space gum that glows.
ZEEBO (Damon Wayans) lounges upside-down, polishing his mirrored shades.
WIPLOC
Man, I miss Earth. Remember hair spray? And MTV that actually played music?
ZEEBO
Remember pizza? Man, I’d melt for another slice.
MAC
Gentlemen, nostalgia is a gravitational force. And if we’re not careful—
BEEP!
The ship trembles.
WIPLOC
Oopsie! Hit the "nostalgia thruster" again!
MAC
You what?
ZEEBO
You didn’t.
WIPLOC
I did! Totally by accident—unless fate’s got good taste.
The ship spirals. A synth-bass kicks in as the Eggship is pulled toward a glowing blue planet — Earth.
MAC (deadpan)
Congratulations, Wiploc. We’re going home… again.
EXT. ATMOSPHERE — DAY
The Eggship flames through the sky over Northern Finland. Snowy forests below. Aurora Borealis flickering like a light show.
ZEEBO
We hit the wrong California, bro!
WIPLOC
The white sand’s… frozen?
MAC
Brace yourselves. Atmospheric re-entry—
BOOM!
The ship plows into a snowbank, carving a neon crater.
EXT. FINNISH COUNTRYSIDE — DAY
A snowmobile roars up.
AINO (20s, Finnish, smart and quirky, works at a remote hotel) stops, goggles up.
She sees steam rising from the crash site.
AINO (in Finnish, subtitled)
Santa’s gonna be pissed.
She trudges closer, phone raised.
The ship door POPS OPEN with a hiss of glitter.
Steam billows. Out tumble Wiploc, Zeebo, and finally Mac, all in winter-version fuzzy suits—color-changing fur lined with frost.
AINO gasps.
WIPLOC gasps back.
WIPLOC
A real live Earth girl!
(beat)
Or… snow girl?
AINO
You guys… need help?
ZEEBO
Define “help.” Like, hot cocoa? Or global asylum?
MAC
We seem to have miscalculated our re-entry trajectory.
AINO
You crashed in Lapland.
ZEEBO
Lap-land? Sounds romantic.
AINO (smiling)
It’s mostly reindeer and Wi-Fi.
WIPLOC
My two favorite things!
EXT. VILLAGE ROAD — LATER
Aino drives her snowmobile, towing the Eggship under a tarp.
The aliens cling behind her, shivering.
ZEEBO
This is not California weather, man.
WIPLOC
Yeah, my fur’s turning into a popsicle!
MAC
Observe. Local population density: low. Ambient friendliness: moderate.
We can blend in.
AINO
Blend in? Dressed like rainbow snowmen?
MAC (smiling)
Color adaptation engaged.
Their fur shifts hues, blending into grey parkas.
AINO
Okay… that’s actually kinda cool.
INT. SNOW HOTEL — NIGHT
Inside a glass-igloo hotel, neon lights bounce off ice walls.
Aino sneaks the aliens into a staff lounge.
AINO
You can stay here tonight. My boss will kill me if he finds you.
WIPLOC
We’ll be invisible!
(he knocks over a tray)
…Mostly.
ZEEBO (to Mac)
You think she digs us?
MAC
She finds us… statistically perplexing.
AINO
I can hear you.
WIPLOC
She’s multilingual too!
They laugh. Aino half-smiles, shaking her head.
AINO
Tomorrow, you guys better explain everything.
MAC
We’ll do one better. We’ll fix your snowplow.
AINO
You… fix things?
MAC
We improve them.
ZEEBO
Or blow ‘em up. It’s fifty-fifty.
INT. SNOW HOTEL — LATER THAT NIGHT
The aliens huddle around a glowing fireplace, experimenting with marshmallows and cocoa.
WIPLOC
Mmm. Sweet! Sticky! Liquid dessert!
ZEEBO
Hot and cold at the same time. My brain just danced.
MAC
It’s called contrast. Humans thrive on it. Warmth in the cold. Music in silence. Love in chaos.
WIPLOC (mock swoon)
He’s doing it again — space poetry hour!
They all laugh.
Outside, the Aurora Borealis swirls above the glass dome.
ALEXA-LIKE VOICE (from their ship, faint)
Incoming message: “INTERGALACTIC RECALL NOTICE. Return home immediately.”
The aliens stare.
WIPLOC
We just got here!
MAC (softly)
Perhaps home isn’t where we came from. It’s where we land.
Aino appears with extra blankets.
AINO
Can’t sleep?
MAC
Can’t stay.
AINO
Why not?
MAC (smiles)
Long story. Happy to tell it… if you’ve got cocoa.
She sits beside him.
AINO
Deal.
SYNTH-POP MUSIC rises as they sip cocoa under green skies.
FADE OUT.
END OF PART 1 — “The Crash and the Cocoa”
Part 2 — “Sauna Fever”
FADE IN:
EXT. LAPLAND VILLAGE SQUARE — MORNING
A postcard street of wooden shops and snow-lanterns. A banner flaps: “WINTER FESTIVAL – LIVE MUSIC TONIGHT!”
Aino leads MAC, WIPLOC, and ZEEBO across the square in borrowed parkas and knitted caps. They move “normal” — which means very not normal.
WIPLOC tries to high-five a snowman. It collapses on him.
WIPLOC (muffled)
I regret nothing!
Aino helps him up, mortified—then clocking a POSTER: “Seeking Band for Opening Slot — Contact: KALLE’S PUB.”
AINO
Okay… wild idea.
ZEEBO
We love wild ideas. We’re domestically allergic.
AINO
If anyone asks, you’re a band I found online. That explains the outfits, the… vibe, the everything.
MAC
What genre do we… play?
AINO
Something Scandinavian. With glitter.
WIPLOC
That’s our middle name!
(beat)
Well, it’s actually “Spleepnarv,” but—
She ushers them toward—
INT. KALLE’S PUB — DAY
Warm wood, antler lamps, a bulletin board with band flyers. Locals sip coffee.
KALLE (50s), big and kind, mans the bar.
AINO
Kalle! This is the band I told you about—
(quickly)
—The Galactic Boys.
Kalle squints at the trio. MAC gives a tentative wave. WIPLOC commits to a pose. ZEEBO slides shades on.
KALLE
You play covers?
ZEEBO
We play everything. Even music that hasn’t been invented yet.
KALLE
As long as the chorus is catchy.
WIPLOC (to Mac, whisper)
What’s a chorus?
MAC (whisper, delighted)
A ritual repetition to unite the tribe.
KALLE
Sound check at five. Break the ice, don’t smash the furniture.
AINO
They won’t disappoint you.
KALLE
If they do, you clean up.
Aino gulps; nods.
INT. VILLAGE MARKET — LATER
Montage in MTV-split screens:
— WIPLOC taste-tests every sample: reindeer jerky, cloudberry jam, salty licorice.
— ZEEBO practices dance steps with a pair of amused grandmas.
— MAC discusses thermal dynamics with a baker adjusting oven temps.
— Aino hustles a thrift rack of sequins and retro snow boots for the “band.”
MUSIC CUE: A synth-pop earworm builds.
INT. SAUNA — AFTERNOON
A cedar smoke sauna. Steam rises.
MAC, WIPLOC, ZEEBO, and AINO sit on towels. The guys wear modest sauna wraps, trying so hard to be normal.
WIPLOC
So the deal is — we sit in the hot box, then sprint outside and hug a snowdrift?
AINO
You don’t have to sprint.
ZEEBO
But sprinting is our brand.
MAC inhales deeply, blissed out.
MAC
Ahhh. Humans invented a ritual to simulate the inside of a star… communally. I adore this planet.
AINO
You said you can’t stay.
MAC
Our people called. But… my parameters are increasingly negotiable.
WIPLOC stands, heroic.
WIPLOC
I vow to learn… Finnish!
(then, proud)
Kiitos sauna.
AINO (laughing)
That’s… a start.
The door opens. TOURISTS peer in, doing a double-take.
TOURIST #1
You’re the band tonight, right? From… Sweden?
ZEEBO
We’re from way past Sweden, baby.
TOURIST #2
Can we get a selfie?
MAC offers a serene nod. Click.
Aino smiles despite herself—this might actually work.
EXT. SNOWFIELD OUTSIDE SAUNA — MOMENTS LATER
Steam ghosts out as the quartet bursts into the cold—laughter and yelps—then falls into the snow.
WIPLOC (howling, happy)
I feel like mint gum!
ZEEBO
My soul is exfoliated.
MAC looks at Aino. Time slows. The aurora ripples faintly in daylight.
MAC (soft)
Do you ever feel the planet loving you back?
Aino meets his gaze. Breath plumes. She nods.
AINO
Sometimes. Right now.
A beat—sweet, awkward—interrupted by—
SFX: A WHIRR OF DRONES.
They look up. Two discreet surveillance drones zip by, matte gray, government issue.
AINO (low)
We should head back.
MAC (concerned)
Agreed.
INT. KALLE’S PUB — EVENING (SOUND CHECK)
A small stage. Fairy lights. A hand-written sign: “LIVE TONIGHT: THE GALACTIC BOYS”
KALLE watches skeptically as MAC tunes a borrowed keytar, WIPLOC adjusts a toy drum pad, and ZEEBO tests a bass with one string. Somehow, it sounds… good?
KALLE
Chorus. Don’t forget chorus.
WIPLOC taps the mic; feedback squeals; he eats the mic foam to “solve” it.
KALLE
…Chorus and no eating equipment.
Aino adjusts their scarves, smoothing Mac’s collar.
AINO
Just have fun. Make people dance.
MAC
I can make molecules dance.
AINO
Start with people.
They grin.
INT. PUB BACK ROOM — SAME
Two figures in parkas whisper: INSPECTOR RYNNÄNEN (40s, Finnish Security) and AGENT KOSKI (30s).
RYNNÄNEN
Our drone tagged three anomalous biosigns moving with a local girl. They stop here.
KOSKI
Aliens?
RYNNÄNEN
Tourists with heated socks, more likely. But Helsinki wants eyes on it.
They sip coffee, wait.
INT. KALLE’S PUB — NIGHT (SHOWTIME)
Packed house. Locals, tourists, kids with glow sticks.
Kalle dims lights. Aino crosses fingers.
KALLE
Please welcome… THE GALACTIC BOYS.
Cheers.
MAC steps to the mic, charming.
MAC
Hello, Lapland. We are… profoundly unqualified for your hospitality.
Laughter.
WIPLOC hits a drum fill like a cartoon tumble—crowd giggles.
ZEEBO drops a bass line: thick, funky, impossible not to sway.
MUSIC CUE: an original synth-pop banger — think “Bananarama meets Daft Punk on ice.”
Chorus (call-and-response):
MAC: “Cold night—”
CROWD: “—Warm heart!”
MAC: “Wrong flight—”
CROWD: “—Right start!”
The place erupts. Even KALLE nods approvingly.
MONTAGE (MUSIC OVER):
— Kids dance in snow boots.
— WIPLOC moonwalks on a beer mat.
— ZEEBO does a bass spin; the one string glows.
— MAC and AINO exchange a look: we did this together.
At the bar, RYNNÄNEN and KOSKI watch—bemused, then… toe-tapping.
KOSKI (under breath)
It’s catchy.
RYNNÄNEN
That’s how they get you.
WIPLOC (into mic)
We love you, Finland! Don’t change—except for your socks, regularly!
Laughter, applause.
KALLE (to Aino, over music)
Okay, okay. They’re… good.
We pay in cash and soup.
AINO
They’ll take both!
She turns—freezes. In the doorway: a sleek BLACK VAN idling, logo-less.
AINO (low)
Uh-oh.
MAC follows her gaze, clocking the unmarked suits inside.
MAC (soft)
Attention has its own gravity.
WIPLOC (to crowd)
For our next song—
(seeing the van)
—for our next exit—
ZEEBO slaps a wild finale chord. The room cheers as the lights strobe.
MAC leans to AINO.
MAC
Back door?
AINO
This way!
They hop off the stage—
EXT. PUB ALLEY — CONTINUOUS
A soft blizzard. The group tumbles out, laughing-breathless—then hush as the BLACK VAN creeps into the alley mouth.
AINO points to—
AINO
Snowmobile. Now.
They sprint. WIPLOC slips, faceplants, pops up with a snow-beard.
WIPLOC
Camouflage!
They mount the snowmobile; AINO guns it.
The van surges to block them—
ZEEBO tosses a handful of glitter (from his pocket — of course). It sparkles in the headlights; the driver instinctively brakes.
ZEEBO
Never underestimate glitter.
They burst out of the alley into—
EXT. FROZEN RIVER — CONTINUOUS
Open ice. The snowmobile skates fast.
The BLACK VAN parallels on the bank.
Two DRONES buzz low overhead, scanning.
MAC pivots on the seat, palms open—soft pulses ripple from his hands. The drone optics fog; they wobble, regain.
MAC (strained)
Their attention is persistent.
AINO
Hold on!
She veers under a wooden bridge, spray of ice chips behind.
The van loses sight; the drones swing wide.
WIPLOC tosses a thermo-pack; it bursts steam, creating a quick fog bank. The drones overshoot.
WIPLOC (whooping)
Science!
They rocket up the far bank, disappear into trees.
The van idles, thwarted—for now.
EXT. GLASS-IGLOO HOTEL — LATER
They slide in behind cabins. Panting. Laughing adrenaline.
AINO
That was… something.
ZEEBO
That was foreplay for destiny.
MAC
We should relocate the ship before curiosity relocates us.
AINO
After you fix that snowplow you promised.
MAC (smiles)
A promise is a gravity stronger than attention.
He looks up. The aurora is brighter now.
A soft PING from the tarp-covered Eggship.
ALEXA-LIKE VOICE (from ship, faint)
Second recall notice. Return or be retrieved.
WIPLOC
They can retrieve us?
ZEEBO
Define retrieve.
MAC (darkens)
Telemetric tractor. They can pull the ship—and us—into orbit.
He meets AINO’s eyes.
MAC (gentle)
We have… less time than we hoped.
Aino’s smile flickers. She nods, brave.
AINO
Then we go faster.
They share a look. Plans forming. Hearts already in motion.
HARD CUT TO:
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — NIGHT (WIDE)
Festive lights. People spilling out of Kalle’s pub humming “Cold Night / Warm Heart.”
On a rooftop, RYNNÄNEN and KOSKI watch the stars, radios crackling.
KOSKI
Do we call Helsinki?
RYNNÄNEN
Tell them… we’re monitoring.
(beat, humming the chorus)
We’ll see what they do next.
The camera tilts up to the aurora, glowing brighter—like someone, somewhere, is turning a cosmic dimmer switch.
SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
Part 3 — “Tourists, Trouble & A Tractor Beam”
FADE IN:
EXT. FINNISH COUNTRYSIDE — MORNING
Snow glitters across endless white fields.
The Eggship sits hidden beneath a half-buried tarp.
MAC and AINO haul out tools, breath steaming in the cold.
AINO
So this is how you “improve” things?
(pointing to the snowplow engine)
By turning it into… whatever that is?
MAC (smiling)
A plow that senses emotional resistance in snowdrifts. It clears only what’s ready to be moved.
AINO
In Finland, we call that Tuesday.
They laugh. WIPLOC skids up on a sled loaded with cocoa.
WIPLOC
Breakfast delivery! One steaming mug of chocolate, one slightly used sled!
ZEEBO slides in after him, arms wide.
ZEEBO
And me—your entertainment.
He strikes a disco pose; slips, falls.
MAC (to Aino)
Our gravity calibration is still… interpretive.
EXT. VILLAGE ROAD — DAY
Locals gather to watch the modified snowplow idle.
MAC climbs aboard, adjusts glowing switches.
The machine hums, lights flicker blue, and the plow glides forward, melting a perfect trail through ice.
VILLAGER #1
You… upgraded a tractor?
AINO
They’re engineers. From Sweden.
WIPLOC
Very south Sweden.
Applause. KALLE waves from his truck, impressed.
KALLE
You fix roads, you eat free forever!
ZEEBO (grinning)
That’s my favorite kind of forever.
INT. VILLAGE SHOP — LATER
Aino and Mac browse hand-knit scarves. She picks one, drapes it on him.
AINO
Now you look… almost local.
MAC
Almost isn’t bad. It’s hope in progress.
They share a quiet moment. Aino studies him—gentle, curious, alien yet human.
AINO
Do all your people talk in poetry?
MAC
Only the lonely ones.
They smile. A snowstorm begins outside.
EXT. ROADSIDE CAFÉ — EVENING
A van rolls up. Inside, Inspector RYNNÄNEN and Agent KOSKI monitor thermal screens.
Three warm shapes flash across—humanoid but irregular.
KOSKI
That’s them.
RYNNÄNEN
We move tonight.
The aurora pulses faintly above them, echoing the Eggship’s core.
EXT. HOTEL IGLOO — NIGHT
Wind howls. The aliens sit by their glowing ship.
Aino watches the aurora from inside the dome.
MAC
The recall signal strengthens. The ship is calling harder.
WIPLOC
If it calls any harder, I’m answering collect.
ZEEBO
We can’t just leave, man. Not after the sauna.
That place changed me. Spiritually exfoliated.
AINO (joining them)
So you’ll stay?
MAC (hesitant)
Our law forbids it. Exposure risks contagion—cultural, emotional.
AINO
Too late.
A soft hum grows from the sky—an eerie vibration that shakes the glass.
WIPLOC
Uh, that’s not cocoa.
They rush outside.
EXT. FOREST CLEARING — CONTINUOUS
The Eggship glows brighter, snow lifting around it.
A COLUMN OF LIGHT descends—pure blue, swirling.
AINO (stunned)
Is that—
MAC
A tractor beam. Automated recall. It will take the ship—and us—with or without consent.
ZEEBO
Consent seems important!
WIPLOC grabs a shovel.
WIPLOC
I vote we jam it!
MAC
Brute interference could backfire.
WIPLOC
Yeah, but when it works, it’s awesome.
They begin piling snow and metal scraps over the ship.
Aino dashes to her snowmobile.
AINO
My cousin’s band has a generator and half a light show. If this beam reacts to sound, maybe we fight it with noise.
MAC (realizing)
Counter-resonance. You’re brilliant.
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — NIGHT
Aino and the villagers wheel out speakers from the festival stage.
The aliens plug in instruments—keytar, bass, drum pads glowing brighter.
ZEEBO
So… we’re saving the world again with music?
MAC
That’s our genre.
WIPLOC (grinning)
Let’s remix destiny!
They strike a chord.
WAVES OF COLOR surge from the amps, meeting the beam.
The air shimmers as rhythm battles gravity.
Locals cheer, joining in with claps and harmonies.
The aurora flickers like a heartbeat synced to the melody.
AINO (to Mac)
Keep playing! It’s working!
The beam stutters—but the black van screeches into the square.
Agents leap out, aiming scanners.
RYNNÄNEN
Step away from the lights!
ZEEBO
Sorry, no autographs!
WIPLOC tosses a cymbal—it ricochets off a scanner, bursts in sparks.
The crowd gasps, then cheers.
EXT. SNOWFIELD — CONTINUOUS
The music swells—electric bass, keytar solos, cosmic chords.
Snowflakes rise like confetti, pulled between beam and rhythm.
MAC (to Aino)
If this works, the ship may lose lock. But I might lose… connection.
AINO
Then let’s make this the loudest goodbye in the universe.
They clasp hands. He smiles—pure, brilliant.
MAC
You are statistically… improbable.
AINO
So are you.
They kiss as the final chord hits.
WHITE LIGHT FLOODS THE SCREEN.
SILENCE.
EXT. FOREST — DAWN
Snow drifts. The Eggship sits quiet, half-buried again.
No beam. No van. Only peace.
Aino wakes in the snow beside it. No aliens.
AINO (whispers)
Mac?
A faint beep from her scarf—its threads now glowing faintly.
AINO (softly)
Guess not goodbye after all.
She smiles, watching the aurora fade into sunrise.
CUT TO BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
PART 4 — “The Snow Disco Awakens”
Part 4 — “The Snow Disco Awakens”
FADE IN:
EXT. LAPLAND SNOWFIELD — MORNING AFTER THE BEAM
A serene white silence. The sky glows soft pink.
Birds flutter. The aurora has faded into the horizon.
A footprint trail cuts across the snow — AINO, wrapped in her glowing scarf, walks toward the buried Eggship.
AINO (calling out)
Mac? Wiploc? Zeebo?
No answer. Only the faint hum of the ship under frost.
She presses her hand against its surface. It warms.
AINO (softly)
Please come back.
The ship’s hull flickers — faint neon ripples forming words:
"REBOOT: HUMAN SIGNAL REQUIRED."
AINO
Human signal?
She glances at the distant village — where the festival speakers still stand.
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — LATER
Aino hauls cables through snow, determined.
KALLE helps, grumbling but loyal.
KALLE
If this blows up, you’re explaining it to my insurance.
AINO
If it doesn’t, you get the world’s first alien live show.
KALLE
That… would look good on Yelp.
He smiles, hands her a cable.
They plug the village power grid into the festival stage.
AINO climbs the platform, flicks switches. Lights sputter — faint, rhythmic pulses echo the ship’s hum.
EXT. SNOWFIELD — SAME
The Eggship’s hull vibrates.
A crack opens. Steam pours out.
Inside, MAC, WIPLOC, and ZEEBO awaken — glowing faintly, confused.
WIPLOC
Did we… die?
ZEEBO
If this is heaven, it’s freezing.
MAC
No. We’re suspended. Between calls — between homes.
He hears something faint — music, distant, human.
MAC (realization)
She’s calling us back.
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — DAY
Aino cues a synth beat.
She’s joined by kids, locals, tourists — all tapping feet, layering rhythm on rhythm.
MUSIC CUE:
A remix of the first film’s theme, but reimagined in Arctic disco style — shimmering synths, handclaps, and ice chimes.
AINO raises her mic.
AINO
Come on, Lapland! Let’s make some noise for our friends from… way past Sweden!
Cheers.
The beat grows stronger — glowing waves radiate outward across snow.
EXT. SNOWFIELD — SAME
The Eggship trembles.
WIPLOC (excited)
She’s DJ’ing the resurrection!
ZEEBO
About time Earth got our rhythm back.
MAC
We follow her frequency. Harmonize.
They link hands — energy arcs through them.
The ship lights up like a giant equalizer.
EXT. SKY ABOVE VILLAGE — CONTINUOUS
A GIGANTIC HOLOGRAPHIC FACE flickers in the aurora —
THE INTERGALACTIC RECALL AI (a floating head of light, calm and bureaucratic).
AI VOICE (booming)
Mac. Wiploc. Zeebo.
You have disobeyed direct recall orders. Explain deviation.
WIPLOC
We found cocoa and friendship!
ZEEBO
And glitter! You can’t recall glitter!
MAC (defiant)
We found something new — unquantifiable connection.
AI VOICE
Emotion is not data. Emotion is error.
MAC
Then error is evolution.
The AI flickers, uncertain.
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — SAME
The music peaks. Aino spins a vinyl. The chorus hits.
Kids dance, villagers cheer.
AINO (singing)
♪ Cold night — warm heart / Wrong flight — right start! ♪
Her voice echoes across the tundra.
EXT. SNOWFIELD — CONTINUOUS
The aliens’ ship pulses in sync.
MAC closes his eyes, focusing.
MAC
Channel the song. Feed it into the recall stream.
ZEEBO
We’re jamming the universe, baby!
They place hands on the ship’s console.
The beam from the AI begins to warp — color shifting from cold blue to vibrant pink, then gold.
AI VOICE
System—error—unresolved—
The holographic head glitches, splitting into geometric patterns — then dissolves into music particles that scatter into the sky.
MAC (softly)
Freedom achieved through rhythm. How poetic.
WIPLOC
Translation: we won!
ZEEBO
That’s how we do, space fam!
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — SAME
The sky EXPLODES in color — auroras dance like living creatures.
The villagers look up, awestruck.
KALLE (shouting over music)
Is this… part of the show?!
AINO (smiling, breathless)
It is now!
The light show syncs to the music, creating a cosmic disco across the entire snowfield.
MUSIC CUE: a massive finale remix — “Earth Girls Are Easy (Aurora Mix)” — horns, synths, handclaps, and choirs.
EXT. SNOWFIELD / STAGE AREA — CONTINUOUS
The Eggship rises gently — not leaving, just floating over the crowd.
MAC, WIPLOC, and ZEEBO stand on its ramp, waving.
WIPLOC (into mic)
Finland — you’re beautiful! Stay weird, stay warm, and tip your bar staff!
ZEEBO throws handfuls of shimmering ice-dust — it sparkles into falling heart-shaped flakes.
MAC spots AINO below. He kneels at the ramp edge.
MAC (soft)
You gave us music beyond measure.
AINO
You gave us… color in winter.
They reach toward each other. Their fingers meet — brief contact, electric warmth.
The ship lowers a small sphere of light — a gift.
Aino catches it. It glows to her heartbeat.
MAC (smiling)
Keep this. When you sing, we’ll hear it.
The ramp closes. The ship ascends slowly, fading into the aurora.
EXT. SKY — CONTINUOUS
The ship merges with the northern lights, turning into one last brilliant pulse — then gone.
The aurora calms, leaving the stars blazing above.
EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE — DAWN
Silence. The crowd stares upward, snow gently falling.
Then applause breaks out. Cheers.
KALLE wipes his eyes, pretending it’s snow.
KALLE
That… was the best show in Lapland history.
AINO smiles, looking at the glowing orb in her hands.
AINO (softly)
Warm heart.
She hums the chorus. The orb pulses in sync.
EXT. SPACE — LATER
The Eggship sails away, glittering through the stars.
Inside, the trio lounges, happy and exhausted.
WIPLOC
So… do we get in trouble for mutiny or get medals?
ZEEBO
I’m betting on both.
MAC gazes out the window — Earth shrinking behind them.
MAC
They’ll be fine. That planet finally learned our favorite truth.
WIPLOC
That love’s a frequency?
ZEEBO
That hair spray’s eternal?
MAC (smiling)
That even cold hearts can dance.
They clink cocoa mugs — steam floating weightless.
EXT. EARTH — SAME
Aino stands on the snowy ridge, watching the sunrise.
The orb glows bright, projecting faint alien music into the air.
She laughs softly, humming along.
AINO
I hope the stars have good cocoa.
FADE OUT.
TITLE CARD:
THE END
(OR THE BEGINNING OF THE NEXT BEAT)
MUSIC OVER CREDITS:
🎶 “Cold Night, Warm Heart (Reprise)” — by The Galactic Boys featuring Aino 🎶
Part 5 — “Epilogue: Cosmic Karaoke”
FADE IN:
EXT. FINNISH VILLAGE – NIGHT (A WEEK LATER)
The aurora hums gently across the sky.
Snow glows violet in reflected light from the glass igloos.
KALLE’S PUB is lit with strings of bulbs that blink to a soft beat.
A hand-painted sign out front reads:
“THANK YOU, GALACTIC BOYS — SEE YOU IN THE STARS!”
Inside, villagers cheer and toast cocoa mugs.
INT. KALLE’S PUB – NIGHT
AINO sits at a table, notebook open, writing lyrics.
Her scarf still glows faintly around her neck.
KALLE brings two mugs.
KALLE
You write a song, or a message to Santa?
AINO
Maybe both.
KALLE
The Ministry of Tourism keeps calling. They want you to lead “The Lapland Light Festival.”
AINO
Only if we play my song.
KALLE
You’re the boss.
He tips an imaginary hat and walks off.
She smiles, tapping her pen against the table in rhythm — the familiar beat: Cold night, warm heart…
SFX: soft hum from her scarf.
She looks up.
EXT. SNOWFIELD OUTSIDE PUB – SAME TIME
The glowing orb she received floats just above the snow, pulsing like it’s alive.
It projects a HOLOGRAM — a staticy, shimmering WIPLOC.
WIPLOC (flickering, huge grin)
Yo! Surprise transmission! Hope we’re not interrupting cocoa time.
ZEEBO (off-screen)
We probably are.
WIPLOC
We’re starting a band. Galactic tour.
Working title: The Universal Love Frequency.
ZEEBO (popping into hologram)
We’re opening for Nebula Springsteen!
AINO (laughing)
You’re… okay!
MAC’S VOICE (soft, from beyond the projection)
Better than okay. Expanding. Learning. Missing Earth — statistically more than expected.
His image forms — faint, but clear enough.
MAC (smiling)
The Council says our “error” is now an experiment.
They call it… the Helsinki Anomaly.
AINO
That sounds like a great band name.
MAC (grinning)
Keep singing. Every time you do, we’ll hear you.
The hologram shimmers — fading — but before it vanishes, WIPLOC leans close to the projection lens.
WIPLOC
Oh, and one more thing—
ZEEBO
Wait, don’t—
WIPLOC
—if you ever need us again, just drop the bass!
ZAP!
The hologram pops out in a shower of glitter that gently falls across the snow like stardust.
INT. PUB – CONTINUOUS
Aino looks out the window, glitter drifting past the glass.
The pub’s jukebox turns on by itself and plays the remix version of Cold Night / Warm Heart.
The villagers cheer.
Aino steps onto the little stage, grabs the mic.
AINO (smiling)
Okay, one last song for the night.
For my friends… wherever they are.
She hits a button — synths and drum pads kick in.
MUSIC CUE: “The Helsinki Anomaly” — upbeat pop-funk disco number, fusing human and alien rhythms.
Locals jump in. Kalle plays tambourine. Tourists dance.
AINO (singing)
🎶 When the lights fade low and the night gets cold,
We shine brighter than the stories told.
From the snow to the stars, we play our part—
Cold night, warm heart. 🎶
The crowd sways. Laughter fills the air.
Outside, the aurora flares one last time — as if in applause.
EXT. OUTER SPACE – SAME TIME
The EGGSHIP drifts in orbit, glowing faintly pink.
Inside, MAC, WIPLOC, and ZEEBO lounge in zero gravity.
WIPLOC (into comms)
So… Finland’s top of my vacation list forever.
ZEEBO
You even know where Finland is?
WIPLOC
Nope. But I can feel it in my cosmic buns.
MAC
Our coordinates are stored.
Our connection — persistent.
And our rhythm — eternal.
ZEEBO
Speaking of rhythm — Mac, drop that bass.
MAC sighs good-naturedly, hits a console button.
A deep, cosmic funk beat echoes through the ship.
Stars twinkle in sync.
WIPLOC (grinning)
Oh yeah. Earth girls and boys are still easy.
ZEEBO
And love’s still hard to beat.
They laugh.
The camera drifts back as the Eggship sails past the moon, leaving a trail of pink glitter across the void.
FADE OUT.
TITLE CARD:
“THE GALACTIC BOYS WILL RETURN
in EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY 3: COSMIC KARAOKE”
END CREDITS ROLL – BIG SYNTH-POP REMIX:
🎶 “From the coldest skies to the warmest hearts,
We keep dancing, no matter how far…” 🎶
TITLE CARD:
PART 3 – “Tourists, Trouble & A Tractor Beam”
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