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00:00Intro
COUNT BARKULA(low, ancient) Five centuries I have waited for this day.
He rises slowly, backlit by lightning — regal, terrifying.
COUNT BARKULA You wanted monsters? Then watch… closely.
With a dramatic swirl of his cape, he bursts into a swarm of bats.
SFX: WHOOSH! — bats vanish into the night.
JINGLE
PUPPY JAY(quietly) Tonight — the Season One finale! Live. No retakes. Let’s begin! Over to our field reporter — while she’s still with us!
00:23At The GatesEXT. CASTLE GATES — DAY
VICKY LICKY(to camera) We’re here in Transylvania… standing at the gates of Count Barkula’s ancestral castle — the most mysterious guest in Sunday Puppy Jay history.
VICKY LICKY(grinning) My name is Vicky Licky — and yes, I brought garlic.
SFX: CREEEAK — the gates begin to open slowly.
Vicky turns toward the sound, composed but alert.
VICKY LICKY(to camera, whispering) The interview… begins now.
SFX: creaking metal. The gates slowly open on their own.
COUNT BARKULA appears in the doorway — tall, composed, backlit by candlelight.
COUNT BARKULA(gracious, theatrical) Please… come in, Miss Licky. I know you don’t require an invitation — unlike me.
VICKY LICKY(raising eyebrow) Because I’m not a vampire?
COUNT BARKULA(smirking) Because you’re a journalist!
VICKY LICKY(smiling, sharp) Guilty as charged! So let’s start simple: are you gonna burst into flames if we step into sunlight?
COUNT BARKULA(smiling slightly) No. I fear nothing. Not even the garlic around your neck.
VICKY LICKY(under her breath) Great… I was kind of counting on that…
COUNT BARKULA(gesturing toward the garden) Come. Let me show you the grounds I call home. I promise — no bites. Yet…
VICKY LICKY(professional, curious) May I ask… why you agreed to appear on Sunday Puppy Jay? This is your first interview in over 500 years… and our host isn’t exactly… mainstream.
COUNT BARKULA(calm, sincere) I have no interest in that foolish Puppy Jay.
Studio: Puppy Jay turns to the camera — like, “what the heck?” Split-screen with Barkula.
PUPPY JAY Huh?
COUNT BARKULA But you, Vicky Licky — you are a true professional. I knew it from the moment I first saw you. It was the episode where you chased down a runaway Roomba vacuum. You were so clever… so relentless. That’s when I realized — only you could tell my story.
VICKY LICKY(taken aback) That’s… very flattering. But I can’t let you dismiss Puppy Jay like that. Yes, he’s a little reckless — but he’s a real journalist. I’ve learned a lot from him. And he worked very hard to make this interview happen. He even took out a loan… from a very dangerous dog… just to get me here.
02:21Cement Shoes
SMASH CUT TO STUDIO — PUPPY JAY sitting upright, talking fast.
PUPPY JAY(nodding rapidly) Yeah… if you don’t want my career to end at the bottom of the Bay, help me hit my goal of 100 new sponsors to pay off my debt!
PUPPY JAY(grinning) And our pack is growing! Huge thanks to Eiledon and Eduard D. for joining the crew — welcome aboard! And to Eva R. and her dachshund Tiffy, who just bumped up their tier — you rock! That puts us at 6 out of 100 — and I think we’ve got a real shot! Pick any tier you like — support me and get cool stuff. QR code’s on screen. Links are in the description.
CUT BACK TO VICKY AND BARKULA — mid-interview.
COUNT BARKULA(deadpan) How curious. In your world, even begging has a subscription model…
VICKY LICKY(clears throat, defensive) We’re a small independent studio… We do what we can…
03:18Barkula’s Origin
VICKY LICKY(glancing around) So… I take it this is where the Tepes bloodline rests? Even Vlad the Impaler himself — aka Dracula.
COUNT BARKULA(nodding) Yes. The Tepes family. And their pets. (beat — softer) My master, Vlad Tepes… rests here too.
VICKY LICKY(calm, pressing) So how did it happen? Did Dracula turn you into a vampire?
COUNT BARKULA(tilts head, gentle smile) Ah… you wish to know how the monster was made?
VICKY LICKY(dryly) It’s kind of why I flew across Europe with a suitcase full of garlic.
COUNT BARKULA(soft, distant) It’s been five hundred years… and yet I remember it as if it happened yesterday.
Transition into an animated flashback.
COUNT BARKULA I was young… loyal… a good boy… Vlad was my master. My world. One night, a bat flew into my chamber. I thought it was a toy. We played for a moment — and then… I ate it. By accident, of course… (beat) The next day — I felt… strange. High fever. No appetite. Everything tasted like dust. I lost my sense of smell. I coughed for weeks. Breathing felt… unnatural. (low) And when I finally stood again… I was… something else.
VICKY LICKY(blinking) So… Vlad didn’t turn you?
COUNT BARKULA Many years passed. Vlad and I… we were happy. He ruled. I guarded. He aged. I didn’t. Then one winter… he started to cough. They called it tuberculosis. I watched him fade. Day by day. And I… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lose him.
VICKY LICKY(soft) What happened?
COUNT BARKULA(softly) So one night… I bit him. Not to harm. To save. To give him what I had. What I am. (beat — nostalgic) We were happy again. I truly believed… we would spend eternity together. (darkens) But then— one night… Van Helsing arrived and… He turned my master to ash!
VICKY LICKY(shocked) Wait — Van Helsing was real too?! Then why did he spare you?
COUNT BARKULA(calm) My life was truly in danger. He came for me. He knew exactly how to kill me. But as he stepped closer — I used my secret weapon. (beat — dead serious) Puppy eyes. (smirks slightly) He couldn’t bring himself to hurt me. Said I posed no real threat and turned his back on me. (colder) So I bit him. Drained him completely. For what he did to my beloved master. (pause — distant) Since then… I’ve lived here alone. And never left the castle.
06:47Twilight of Hachiko
VICKY LICKY(curious) But why stay here? All these years… alone?
COUNT BARKULA(low, mournful) Have you seen the film named Hachiko?
VICKY LICKY(softening) A Dog’s Tale? Yes. I cried for an hour.
COUNT BARKULA(bitter, with pride) It was based on my memoir. I dabbled in writing… back in the early 2000s.
VICKY LICKY(blinks) But… wait — wasn’t that about an Akita?
COUNT BARKULA(with disgust) The studio said a loyal vampire dachshund — “too niche for general audiences.”
VICKY LICKY(shaking her head) Typical. Of course they said that. That’s exactly why we work with sponsors and stay independent. So no one tells us which stories deserve to be told.
VICKY LICKY(genuine, caught off guard) Wow… Your fur. It’s like diamonds. You’re… beautiful.
Barkula grins, then vanishes in a swirl of bats — reappears on a nearby tree branch. Then another. Circling her.
COUNT BARKULA(playful, intense) Beautiful? This… is the fur of a killer, Vicky.
He leaps from branch to branch — finally hangs upside down in front of her, silent and still.
COUNT BARKULA(low, serious) I’m a killer.
VICKY LICKY(quietly, steady) I don’t know why… but after everything you just told me — you don’t scare me.
Barkula blinks. A long pause. Then slowly drops to the ground, facing her.
COUNT BARKULA(soft, sincere) Then perhaps… let’s go back to the castle.
JINGLE
08:04Dress & ShadowsINT. CASTLE BEDROOM — EVENING
COUNT BARKULA(gentle) I have a gift for you, Miss Vicky Licky!
He offers her a carefully wrapped bundle. Vicky unwraps it — a beautiful dress.
COUNT BARKULA(earnest, formal) Please… wear it for dinner.
VICKY LICKY(raising an eyebrow) Uh… That’s… extreeemely weird… But sure. Why not.
CUT TO: Vicky stands in front of an old mirror, now wearing the dress.
VICKY LICKY(genuinely surprised) Wow! It’s actually… really nice.
COUNT BARKULA(softly) And yet — still not half as beautiful as you.
VICKY LICKY(half turning) Okay… I actually have a…
She stops. In the mirror — she’s alone.
VICKY LICKY(blinking) Wait a second… You’re not in the mirror. The rumors were true.
COUNT BARKULA(smiling slightly) Oh, Vicky. That’s the least strange thing about me. Now please — join me for dinner.
JINGLE
08:48Dinner & DoubtsINT. CASTLE DINING HALL — NIGHT
A long candlelit table. Vicky sits at one end, a modest plate of food before her. At the other end — Count Barkula, sipping something… red.
VICKY LICKY(cool, direct) I’m not really hungry. But if you don’t mind — I do have a few more questions.
COUNT BARKULA(smiling warmly) Of course. Ask whatever you like.
VICKY LICKY(casual, probing) Truth is… you’re only the second monster I’ve ever met.
COUNT BARKULA(curious) And who was the first?
VICKY LICKY(calmly) The Lord of the Underworld himself. Woofisto. He’s been chasing Puppy Jay for half a season now. I’ve always wondered… if it came down to it — who’d win?
COUNT BARKULA(leaning back, thoughtful) Ah… Woofisto.
COUNT BARKULA(measured, serious) He is powerful, yes. But he’s bound by fate. It shackles his true strength. He cannot act freely — not yet…
VICKY LICKY(intrigued) So you think… you’re stronger?
COUNT BARKULA(quietly) At this moment? Yes… But if Woofisto ever breaks his chains… If he ever casts off destiny itself… then even I would tremble.
VICKY LICKY You are truly powerful! We’ve already confirmed that garlic doesn’t bother you. And sunlight doesn’t burn you. So what about… holy water? Silver? A wooden stake through the heart?
COUNT BARKULA(mock-offended) We’ve just met — and you’re already trying to figure out how to get rid of me?
VICKY LICKY(dry) Just doing my job. Separating myth from fact.
COUNT BARKULA(calmly) Then hear this truth: I am eternal. Time itself bends around me. Steel, flame, faith — none can touch me.
10:32Barkula’s Secret
VICKY LICKY(probing) But… Van Helsing did put an end to your master. Didn’t he?
COUNT BARKULA(smirking) You really don’t miss a thing, do you? A true journalist. Very well… There is one thing vampires truly fear.
VICKY LICKY And what would that be?
COUNT BARKULA(leaning in, dramatic) But strictly between us. No parchment. No witnesses.
Vicky glances to the corner. A blinking red “LIVE” icon glows on a camera.
VICKY LICKY(slowly) Riiiight… I’m listening.
CUT TO STUDIO — Puppy Jay leans in, whispering loudly to camera.
PUPPY JAY(dry) I’m pretty sure he has no idea what livestreaming is.
Back to the castle.
COUNT BARKULA(lowering voice, deadly serious) All bats fear cats. And vampires… tremble before one thing alone. (beat — intense) Cat fur.
VICKY LICKY(wide-eyed) Cat fur?
COUNT BARKULA To us, even a single strand… is the end. Slow. Itchy. Undignified.
VICKY LICKY(still stunned) Wow. Thank you for sharing… such a personal vulnerability. (gathers herself) But I suppose… even immortals think about what comes next. So — what are your plans for the future?
COUNT BARKULA(softly) To live a long and happy life. WITH YOU!
He vanishes in a blink.
VICKY LICKY(shocked) Wait — WHAT??
Barkula appears behind Vicky — eyes glowing.
COUNT BARKULA(ecstatic) We shall spend eternity together… my love!
12:00Time to Be a Hero
He bites her neck — dramatically, lovingly.
SFX: crunch.
PUPPY JAY(screaming) No, Vicky! Someone save her!
COUNT BARKULA(mouth full, delighted) Your blood tastes like synthetic stuffing. My favourite.
SMASH TO STUDIO.
PUPPY JAY(quickly gathering himself) Okay, okay. Looks like it’s up to me. Time to be a hero!
DING! — a nearby elevator opens. Inside — Kitty Jane, cool and casual.
KITTY JANE(waving) Hey there, Puppy Jay. How’s my favorite neighbor?
PUPPY JAY(surprised, but trying to act normal) Kitty Jane! Hi! You smell like… salvation. Oh, I mean, is that fresh cat fur conditioner? Bold choice. I like it!
JINGLE
12:40INT. COCKPIT — NIGHT — TURBULENCE
PUPPY JAY(bursting in) Pawerick!
PAWERICK(startled, turning) Puppy Jay?! Is Vicky back yet? I was prepping the plane for a romantic flight — sunset views, soft jazz, extra seatbelts… (chuckles)
PUPPY JAY(breathless) Vicky… She’s in grave danger! Count Barkula is a total maniac!
PAWERICK(shocked, furious) WHAT?! I told her to quit that job! You keep putting her in danger, over and over! I can’t lose my love again… If anything happens to her… I swear, Puppy Jay — I will never forgive you.
PUPPY JAY(earnest, determined) Pawerick, let’s talk about that later — I’m going to save her. No matter what it takes.
PAWERICK(shouting over the noise) You got a plan?
PUPPY JAY(nodding) Yep. Everything’s ready.
PAWERICK(urgent) Get in the cockpit! Hurry!
SFX: ENGINE ROARS — the plane ascends.
PAWERICK(checking instruments) According to the coordinates, we’re right above Count Barkula’s castle… But I can’t land in this fog — visibility’s zero! You’ll have to jump. There’s a parachute in the back.
PUPPY JAY(grinning) I don’t know how to use a parachute… But I’ve got something even better.
Puppy Jay soars out the cargo door, gently descending with a massive bunch of helium balloons tied to his vest — wind howling, castle lights glowing below.
SFX: WIND WHOOSH, dramatic music swell.
JINGLE
13:57Puppy Jay vs Barkula (Live)INT. CASTLE BEDROOM — NIGHT
Count Barkula stands solemnly over the unconscious Vicky Licky.
COUNT BARKULA(softly, triumphant) We are one now. As long as I live — so shall you, my beloved… Barkulina!
SFX: a loud cough from behind.
Barkula turns sharply. In the doorway stands… Puppy Jay.
PUPPY JAY(furious) Step away from her, you monster!
COUNT BARKULA(snarling) What are you doing here, Puppy Jay?
PUPPY JAY(firm, defiant) I know your plan — and I’m here to stop it.
COUNT BARKULA(confused) But how? I told no one but Vicky.
PUPPY JAY(grinning) Yeah, about that. Your entire interview was livestreamed — filmed with three cameras, and broadcast worldwide.
COUNT BARKULA(alarmed) What nonsense is this? What cameras?
He spins around — and sees them. Three camera guys, standing casually in the corner.
COUNT BARKULA(shocked) WHAT?! How did you get in here?!
CAMERA GUY 1(shrugging) We’ve been here the whole time.
CAMERA GUY 2(cool) We’re trained in the fine art of stealth filming.
CAMERA GUY 3(proud) Top of our class at the College of Journalism.
COUNT BARKULA(hissing) No matter! You’ll all become my dinner! Starting with you, Puppy Jay!
He vanishes in a flash — reappears behind Puppy Jay — lunges to bite—
SFX: DRAMATIC STING — record scratch.
CLOSE-UP: Barkula freezes. His nose twitches.
COUNT BARKULA(sniffing, horrified) Ow! What? This fur… It’s not yours!
PUPPY JAY(deadpan) Nope. It belongs to my neighbor… Kitty Jane.
COUNT BARKULA(panicking) Not cat fur!
Barkula begins to itch. Smoke rises from his cape.
COUNT BARKULA(screaming) YOU’RE A FOOL, PUPPY JAY! NOW I’M DOOMED AND WITH ME — MY SWEET BARKULINA…!
PUPPY JAY(deadpan) Wait, what?
He combusts in a dramatic, itchy swirl of flames.
COUNT BARKULA(fading voice) SEE YOU IN HELL—
SFX: POOF.
Puppy Jay stumbles forward, brushing ash off his coat. INT. CASTLE BEDROOM — smoke hangs in the air. Vicky lies still on the bed, pale and fading.
PUPPY JAY(dropping to his knees) Vicky! Come on — wake up! Please!
Her eyes flutter open. A weak, brave smile.
VICKY LICKY(barely whispering) Puppy Jay… Run… Barkula… he was insane…
PUPPY JAY(voice trembling) Vicky… He’s gone. I destroyed him.
VICKY LICKY(fading) Then… the world is safe. But I’m not. Tell Pawerick… I love him. Always…
PUPPY JAY(desperate) No. You’ll tell him yourself. You’re gonna be fine, Vicky. You have to be.
SFX: a faint dying breath. A final exhale.
PUPPY JAY(crumbling) Vicky! Vicky… Vicky, NO! NO! What have I done…
16:36The Pact
SFX: flatline tone. Her eyes close.
CAMERA PULLS BACK — candlelight flickers. Shadows stretch. Puppy Jay collapses forward, overcome.
PUPPY JAY(screaming into the silence) No, I promise I saved you!
PUPPY JAY(voice breaking, to the sky) Do you hear me? I promise!
SFX: thunder crack. A distant echo of laughter — wet, guttural, familiar.
Behind him… a shape emerges from the dark.
PUPPY JAY(turning slowly, whispering) Woofisto! I’m here. Woofisto!
Smoke curls near the floor. The shadows ripple. A low growl echoes. From the darkness — a swirl of black mist. WOOFISTO appears, grinning.
WOOFISTO(mocking, delighted) Well, well, well… So you finally remembered my name. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You must be truly desperate.
PUPPY JAY(pleading) Please — save Vicky Licky!
WOOFISTO(circling him) You’re really willing to give up your soul… for that second-rate journalist?
PUPPY JAY(without hesitation) I’ll give anything — for my friends. Just bring her back!
WOOFISTO(low, satisfied) I warned you. Your friends… they are your greatest weakness. And they’ll be your end.
He snaps his claws. A stack of ancient, glowing papers appears — hovering mid-air.
WOOFISTO Normally… I offer my clients six full years of freedom. But you? For all your little insults… your tricks… (leaning in, sinister) I’m cutting you short. The minimum the rules allow: six months. And then — I come back to collect your soul.
PUPPY JAY(firm, quiet) It doesn’t matter. I’m not losing her!
Puppy Jay grabs the spectral quill. Signs. One perfect pawtograph. The deal is sealed.
WOOFISTO(grinning wide) I’ll have the full contract sent to your email in PDF… Six months, Puppy Jay. Tick-tock.
He vanishes in a thundercrack. The contract bursts into blue flame. Ash swirls.
PUPPY JAY(spinning around) Wait — what about VICKY?!
Behind him, a cough. Vicky slowly sits up, looking dazed — but alive.
VICKY LICKY(blinking, then sharp) Tell me we filmed that!
CAMERA GUY(saluting) Every second.
VICKY LICKY(beaming) We’re winning a Pulitzer for this episode!
PUPPY JAY(grabbing her paw) Easy now. Pulitzers can wait. Come on — let’s fly home!
JINGLE
18:52Papers & PawprintsINT. STUDIO HALLWAY — EVENING
Puppy Jay walks in, tired but hopeful — a travel bag over his shoulder.
PUPPY JAY(yawning) Oh, finally home… Why is the door open?
He freezes. The door is sealed with bright yellow tape: “STUDIO CLOSED — UNDER INVESTIGATION.”
SHERIFF JANE DOG(cold, satisfied) Puppy Jay. Finally. I waited.
PUPPY JAY(alarmed) What is going on?
SHERIFF JANE DOG steps into frame — stern, composed, holding a folder.
SHERIFF JANE DOG(cold, official) We have a warrant to search your studio in connection with multiple alleged crimes, including last week’s Louvre museum heist in Paris. Any attempt to destroy or conceal evidence will be considered obstruction.
PUPPY JAY(dropping to his knees) But how am I supposed to keep working on Season Two of Sunday Puppy Jay?! How do I pay off my debts — the money I owe Sharikov… the soul I owe Woofisto… This show is all I have!
SHERIFF JANE DOG(dry, smug) Oh… Puppy Jay. As Wayne Gretzky once said… “Maybe it’s time… to stop chasing dreams — and get a real job.”
PUPPY JAY(beat, deadpan) Wayne Gretzky never said that!
SHERIFF JANE DOG(shrugging) Well. He should have.
PUPPY JAY(quietly, staring at the tape) You can take my studio… Jane Dog! You can take my cameras… But you will never take my dream. My name is Puppy Jay. And I’ll see you very soon… in Season Two! Or… in prison.