Roy Hits His Limit! And Cadillac Hits Back At Crime!

Panel 1:Wide shot of the WereHouse loading dock interior — shelves of AV equipment, cables everywhere. Roy hauls a heavy cable snake across the floor alone, sweating through his shirt. Axel leans against a rack, arms folded, pointing at Roy with one claw while looking at Jennifurr. Evil Forklift idles in the corner, glowing green smoke drifting from its exhaust, large green eyes half-lidded.

“Axel: Roy, that cable wrap is embarrassing. More like a Cable Crap! Evil Forklift : HA. Reminds me of the wrap that gave me diarrhea last week! ”

Panel 1:Close-up on Roy's face — jaw clenched, dark circles under his eyes, staring at a clipboard. A sticky note on the clipboard reads 'ROY'S FAULT' in large letters.

Narrator:“Same shift. Different day.”

Panel 2:Gary floats through a wall holding a stack of HR forms, pointing at Roy with a ghostly finger. Roy stands stiff, eyes wide.

“Roy : That wasn’t even me! That case is haunted! Gary : Roy! Third write-up this week. Do you need to come in over the weekend for some extra training?”

Panel 3:Axel stands at a monitor station, smirking, not even looking at Roy. Cadillac lounges in a chair nearby, toothpick in mouth, feet up on a cable case, sunglasses on.

“Axel: Well actually, Roy, competence is a learned skill. Some never learn. Cadillac : Sounds like someone else's problem.”

Panel 4:Medium shot of Roy standing alone in the center of the dock, surrounded by cables, cases, and chaos. His shoulders drop. He sets the clipboard down on a crate with a sharp, decisive CLACK. His expression is flat — done.

“Roy : I'm done.”

Narrator:“Young Roy Has Had Enough! ”

Panel 1:Wide shot of the WereHouse loading dock exterior — Roy pushes through the heavy metal doors and steps out into the alley. Bright daylight hits him. He does not look back.

Narrator:“Roy walked out. Nobody stopped him.”

Panel 2:The Human UPS Man's brown delivery truck pulls up to the WereHouse loading dock. The Human UPS Man — heavyset, agitated, wearing his brown uniform — steps out clutching a large package. His eyes narrow at the WereHouse sign.

“Human UPS Man: Back again. Lord, give me strength.”

Panel 3:Inside the WereHouse. Alejandro the Janitor sweeps the floor with his magic broom — sparkling arcs of light trail behind each stroke. The Human UPS Man bursts through the loading dock doors, eyes wild. He sees Alejandro and freezes. Alejandro looks up, startled.

“Human UPS Man: Witchcraft! SORCERY!”

Panel 4:Close-up on the Human UPS Man's face — eyes blazing with religious fury, crucifix thrust forward, Bible open in his other hand. He recites rapidly.

“Human UPS Man: The power of Christ compels you! Depart, unclean spirit!”

Panel 5:Wide panel — Alejandro the Janitor is lifted off the ground by a column of white holy light, arms spread wide, magic broom clattering to the floor below him. His form stretches upward and begins to dissolve into wisps of light. His expression is pure shock.

“Alejandro the Janitor : Not again!”

Panel 1:Wide establishing shot of the WereHouse interior — absolute chaos. Garbage, cables, and crates cover the floor. A pile of bones sits in the corner. Jennifurr stands in the center looking horrified. Axel holds a clipboard, staring at the mess. Evil Forklift drives in slow circles, green smoke everywhere. Gary floats near the ceiling, arms out in helpless confusion.

“Gary : This is a Category Five HR incident! Jennifurr: Where is Alejandro?!”

Panel 2:Close-up on the pile of bones in the corner — femurs, ribs, a skull. A rat sits on top of the skull.

Narrator:“The crew begins to realize that Alejandro is gone and no one has cleaned in decades! Alejandro’s magic is gone and the years of neglect have materialized! ”

Panel 3:Axel points at Evil Forklift aggressively. Evil Forklift's large green eyes roll dramatically.

“Axel: Well actually, EF, you could help clean! Evil Forklift : Sounds like someone else's shift, pal.”

Panel 4:Jennifurr grabs her phone and dials. Her expression is firm, jaw set. Behind her, another pile of debris collapses.

“Jennifurr: I'm calling Roy.”

Panel 1:Exterior of a small urban business — a dry cleaner. A Tax evading citizen — small, meek, balding, in an ill-fitting suit — stands behind the counter. The front window SHATTERS inward. Crime fighting Cadillac leaps through it, baseball bat raised, tiny cowl on, toothpick still in his mouth. The Tax evading citizen screams.

“Crime fighting Cadillac : The Mayor sends his regards. And your invoice.”

Narrator:“Meanwhile, in our gritty B Plot! Cadillac enforces the Mayor’s crackdown on low level tax evasion with no mercy! ”

Panel 2:Close-up on the Tax evading citizen — hands up, sweating, cringing behind the counter. Crime fighting Cadillac's baseball bat swings toward the citizen!

“Crime fighting Cadillac : Nope. Tax evading citizen : I can explain the deductions—”

Panel 3:Street exterior. A Low Level Offender — young, small, in a hoodie — spray-paints graffiti on a wall. Crime fighting Cadillac drops from a fire escape above, landing in a crouch behind them, bat in hand, toothpick in mouth, cowl on.

Panel 4:The Low Level Offender is launched off-panel by a swing of the bat. Crime fighting Cadillac stands in the aftermath, bat resting on his shoulder, toothpick unmoved, expression blank.

“Crime fighting Cadillac : I don’t need 3 strikes, you’re out! Undue Process!”

Narrator:“Caddlic 1, Crime 0 !”

Panel 5:Exterior of City Hall — wide shot. Crime fighting Cadillac walks up the grand stone steps toward the entrance. The Mayor stands at the top of the steps waiting, tall and pale, silver hair slicked back, his unsettling wide smile in place, long fingers clasped in front of him. He hands Cadillac a bag of money

“Mayor: Cadillac. Efficient as always.”

Panel 1:Interior of the Mayor's office — grand, dark wood, an American flag in the corner. The Mayor stands behind his desk, holding a glowing bag with a large dollar sign on it. The bag pulses with an ominous golden glow. Crime fighting Cadillac stands across the desk, cowl still on, toothpick still in place.

“Mayor: Cadillac — I'm not a homo, but I love the way you move.”

Panel 2:Close-up on Crime fighting Cadillac's face — toothpick in place, one eyebrow raised, expression utterly deadpan under the tiny cowl.

“Crime fighting Cadillac : Mayor. That's homophobic. But I'll take it. Just like you did in that video on my supernatural hard drive.”

Panel 3:The Mayor's unsettling smile freezes — his pale face tightens, eyes reflecting light too brightly, a dangerous flash behind his grin. Then he composes himself, raising a glass of amber liquid in a toast.

“Mayor: Touché, Cadillac. The past is the past! Cheers — to fixing this city one tax cheat at a time!”

Narrator:“Progress! ”

Panel 1:Roy's small apartment. Roy sits on his couch in sweatpants and a t-shirt, staring at the wall. A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits on the coffee table in front of him. His expression is blank but peaceful.

Narrator:“Back to our main story! ”

Panel 2:A knock at the door. Roy opens it to find Jennifurr and Axel standing in the hallway. Jennifurr has her arms crossed but her expression is direct and serious. Axel stands slightly behind her, arms folded, looking mildly pained at having to be here.

“Jennifurr: Roy. We need you back. Axel: Well actually, we specifically need your UPS calming abilities. Ugh.”

Panel 3:Roy leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. Jennifurr holds up her phone showing a photo — the WereHouse interior buried in garbage and bones. Roy stares at the photo, eyes wide.

“Roy : Sounds like a real bad boner! Jennifurr: Third one today.”

Panel 4:Roy grabs his jacket off the hook by the door and shrugs it on, stepping out into the hallway. Jennifurr and Axel step back to make room. Roy's expression is tired but resigned.

“Roy : Fine. But somebody owes me an apology. Jennifurr: Shut up, Axel. Axel: Alright fine. Jen is sorry!”

Panel 1:Exterior of the WereHouse. Roy, Jennifurr, and Axel approach the loading dock doors. Through the cracked-open doors, green smoke drifts out and the sounds of chaos are implied by debris visible near the entrance.

Narrator:“The WereHouse had not improved.”

Panel 2:Inside. The Human UPS Man stands near the loading dock doors, crucifix still in hand, looking pleased with himself. Gary floats near the ceiling, arms out, expression frantic. Evil Forklift idles nearby, green eyes glaring at the UPS Man. Bones and garbage cover the floor. Frank stands in the corner looking massive and gruff, arms crossed, sunglasses on.

“Human UPS Man: I have cleansed this place of wickedness! Gary : You exorcized our janitor! This is an HR nightmare! Frank: I’m supposed to be driving a truck to Hades right now”

Panel 3:Roy steps forward, hands raised in a calm, open gesture. His expression is steady and non-threatening. The Human UPS Man turns toward him, crucifix still raised.

“Roy : Hey. Hey. Remember me? I signed for your packages last time. Human UPS Man: ...The unremarkable one. I vaguely recognize you!”

Panel 4:Roy gently takes the crucifix from the Human UPS Man's hand. The UPS Man's posture relaxes visibly — shoulders drop, face loses its fury. Roy holds the crucifix and speaks calmly while the UPS Man nods slowly.

“Roy : We need our Janitor. Please bring him back. No one deserves to be in hell. It’s like working for the Post Office Human UPS Man: ...That is theologically sound, I suppose.”

Panel 5:The Human UPS Man recites words rapidly, crucifix glowing white. A column of light descends from the ceiling. Alejandro the Janitor materializes — feet first, then body, then head — landing on the dock floor with his magic broom already in hand. He blinks, looks around, and immediately starts sweeping.

“Alejandro the Janitor : ¿Qué me perdí?”

Panel 1:Wide shot — in mere seconds, Alejandro the Janitor's magic broom sweeps in rapid arcs, trails of sparkling light erasing every pile of bones, every cable, every scrap of garbage. The entire warehouse floor gleams. The whole crew — Roy, Jennifurr, Axel, Gary, Evil Forklift, Frank — stands watching with their mouths open.

Narrator:“Alejandro’s magic abilities immediately banish the mess to another dimension! Someone else’s problem! ”

Panel 2:Close-up on Roy's face — eyes wide, mouth open in disbelief. He blinks once.

“Roy : ...I quit for four hours and there were piles of bones and 2 generations of rats living in the cases”

Panel 3:Jennifurr stands beside Roy, arms still crossed, but the corner of her mouth is turned up just slightly. She looks at him sidelong. Roy is pleased to finally get a compliment

“Jennifurr: You're irreplaceable, Roy. But, Don't make it weird! Roy : Too late!”

Panel 4:Gary floats down to eye level with Roy, arms spread wide, ghostly face beaming. He shoves a stack of HR forms toward Roy.

“Gary : Welcome back, Roy! I've already filed your reinstatement! Also you have two new write-ups. 27 more and you’re on probation!”