Misadventures Megaboob Manor -

(nervous laugh) How bad could it be?

Some houses have history. This one has assets. OPENING SCENE: THE CURSE EXT. MEGABOOB MANOR - NIGHT (1812) A thunderstorm rages over a ludicrously proportioned manor: two enormous, domed towers flank a central keep, looking unmistakably like a giant stone torso. A hooded alchemist, DR. MORBIDUS , is dragged from the house by an angry mob of townspeople holding torches and pitchforks.

He is met by , the skeletal, monotone housekeeper. misadventures megaboob manor

Let me try— (She opens her giant mouth. Instead of words, a low rumble builds. She is about to unleash a sonic scream that would collapse the manor.)

Ah. It got you. Don’t worry. It wears off by dawn. Usually. (nervous laugh) How bad could it be

The descends a spiral staircase. She is tiny, hunched, and wrapped in a shawl—but her upper body is supported by a brass exoskeleton with two cantilevered counterweights.

Alistair drives away in his Fiat. His toupee—still inflated—is tied to the antenna like a weather balloon. Brenda, Chad, and Mrs. Grimble wave from the manor steps. Mrs. Grimble almost smiles. OPENING SCENE: THE CURSE EXT

INT. MANOR - KITCHEN - NIGHT A janitor (unseen until now) opens a refrigerator. Inside: the Heart of Amplification —now the size of a golf ball—sits in an egg cup. It pulses once. The janitor’s pants suddenly become comically, absurdly tight in the seat. He looks at the camera, sighs, and says: “Not again.”

The group stands outside. The Baroness emerges from a hidden bunker, her exoskeleton removed. She stands straight for the first time in decades.

I curse this house! Any who dwell within shall find their most embarrassing assets… magnified ! Their hungers… insatiable ! Let the manor feed on your desires!

A bumbling, cash-strapped historian is hired to authenticate the antiques of a reclusive, eccentric widow at a remote Gothic manor, only to discover that the house’s bizarre, curvaceous architecture is a living curse that amplifies the physical features—and the raging libidos—of everyone inside, leading to a night of supernatural slapstick and absurdly dangerous physics.