“Karl the Koala” Animated Kid’s TV Pilot

Genre: Animated Kid’s TV Show

Logline: Karl the Koala is an immigrant from Australia, just trying to get to his job at the pickle store on time, with the help of his pet kiwi Roscoe.

Approx. Run Time: 9-11 mins.

“Karl the Koala”

By Kristin Grady

FADE IN:

INT. KARL’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

 

Karl the Koala yawns and stretches, gets into bed, sets his old-timey bell alarm clock. His pet kiwi Roscoe hops up onto the bedpost. Karl scratches Roscoe behind the ear, Roscoe’s leg thumps against the bedpost like a dog.

KARL

G’night Roscoe.

Roscoe fetches a squeaky carrot, squeaks it twice.

KARL

Not tonight, lil’ buddy. Mr. Grunty said if I’m late punchin’ in again, I’m gonna get sacked! Now let’s hit the sack!

Roscoe squeaks a rubber duck.

KARL

I said sack, not quack! Come on, ya little poddy-dodger, up ya go!

Karl shoos Roscoe up into his treehouse above the bed. Karl clicks off the light.

KARL

Sleep tight, Roscoe.

Roscoe squeaks the toy.

FADE TO:

 

EXT. KARL STRESS DREAM SEQUENCE – CONTINUOUS- MORNING

Slow motion: Karl races down the sidewalk, his beating heart drowning out all other sounds.

He hurdles over a construction sawhorse, dodges a book cart, and leaps out of the way of a barking dog.

Karl reaches the pickle store where he works, races inside, he’s about to reach for the timeclock when Mr. Grunty appears and hands him a pink slip.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S BEDROOM – MORNING

Karl’s alarm goes off, he wakes up with a yelp. Roscoe hops down onto the old-timey bell alarm clock and shuts it off.

KARL

Whew! Well, that was a rough night!

Karl sits up in bed, stretches.

KARL

It’s gonna be a good day, Roscoe!

He hops down from the bed, there’s a “squish” sound. Karl is grossed-out.

KARL

Oof! Well, I guess that means you don’t need to go for walkies then, mate?

Roscoe jumps up on Karl’s shoulder, nuzzles his ear. Karl scratches Roscoe’s head.

KARL

You’re lucky you’re cute. But, I can’t be late today, no sir-ee!

Karl hops out the bedroom door one-legged.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S BATHROOM – MORNING

 

Karl is silhouetted behind a rubber-duck print shower curtain in a claw-foot bathtub. Karl sings to the tune of “Take Your Canvas Bags” by Tim Minchin.

KARL

(sings)

Koalas are not bears, Koalas are not bears…

Karl turns off the shower and pulls back the curtain. He’s wearing a pink shower cap, wrapped in a yellow towel and singing into a back-scrubber. He jumps up onto the edge of the tub, singing.

KARL

(sings)

Koalas are not bears, we’re marsupials! Thank you, Sydney!

He does a spin flourish and slips off the edge of the tub, lands on the floor with a thud.

CUT TO:

 

On the floor, Karl hallucinates pink slips tweeting in a circle around his head.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. – PICKLE STORE – KARL’S BLACKOUT DREAM – CONTINUOUS

Mr. Grunty, a warthog, stands at a podium next to the time clock, holding a trophy of a gold checkmark. He beams at Karl, who stands proudly awaiting his award while his koala parents tearfully cheer him on and take pictures.

MR. GRUNTY

After years of chronic lateness, you, Karl, have done the impossible! You have proven me wrong and shown up for work on time for a full week!

Mr. Grunty is about to hand Karl the award, snatches it back to continue his speech.

MR. GRUNTY

I hand this award to you not only as a colleague but as my best friend and the son I never had… Because my real son is a wild pig! Hahaha!

Karl’s parents look at each other and hug, overwhelmed with pride. Mr. Grunty laughs at his own joke, almost hands Karl the award again, snatches it back.

MR. GRUNTY

So, Karl, I give you this award in acknowledgment of this monumental achievement in the hopes that you will continue this path of punctuality. Here’s to another week!

Mr. Grunty hands Karl the golden check mark award shakes Karl’s hand and gives him a hug. The hug lasts a little too long, Karl is confused. Mr. Grunty starts nuzzling his ear.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S BATHROOM – MORNING

Karl wakes up to Roscoe nuzzling his ear. His expression goes from shocked to relieved.

 

KARL

Whew! Am I glad to see you! Who’s a good kiwi? Yus you are!

Karl scratches Roscoe behind the ear.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S KITCHEN – MORNING

 

Karl slides down the banister backward, Roscoe hops down the stairs behind him.

Karl goes to the fridge and takes out a branch of eucalyptus, starts munching. He takes a can of “kiwi chow” out of the cupboard.

Karl tries to open it with the electric can opener one-handed while he eats the branch.

The can spins, doesn’t open.

Karl is disgruntled, puts the branch in his mouth, still chewing, tries again with two hands.

The can spins, doesn’t open.

Karl is incensed, grits his teeth with the branch between them, tries one more time to get the can opener to work. Roscoe hops up on the counter to watch.

The can spins, doesn’t open. Karl spits out the branch, shakes his fist at the can opener.

KARL

I have not flown halfway around the world just to work in a pickle store and get beaten by a kitchen appliance whose only function is to feed my weird pet!

 

Karl punches the can opener, only hurts his hand.

KARL

Ye-ouch!

Karl dances around with his hurt knuckle. Roscoe jumps on the switch on the front of the can opener, it spins and opens the can.

KARL

Roscoe, my boy, you are a genius!

 

Karl scoops the “kiwi chow” into a dish for Roscoe, sees on his Australia-shaped clock that it’s 8:55 am. Karl panics. Roscoe gobbles up his food.

Karl pours a cup of coffee from the pot, drinks it too hot, breathes out steam while waving at his mouth and trying to button his shirt.

He pets Roscoe on the head and dashes out the door.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S GARAGE – MORNING

Karl skids into the garage, in a rush.

He gets on his blue moped scooter, puts on his matching helmet, tries to start the scooter, sees it’s out of charge.

Karl makes a frustrated noise and follows the charger cord to the wall, where it’s unplugged.

He follows the cord plugged in its place to the arcade-style video game machine. The game is “Little Bunny Foo Foo”.

KARL

What the?

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S GARAGE – THE NIGHT BEFORE

 

Game POV: Karl playing the “Little Bunny Foo Foo” game with his friend Henderson, a moose, over his shoulder. Roscoe sits on Karl’s other shoulder, bouncing with excitement.

HENDERSON

(Canadian accent)

Bop em! Bop that one!

Karl’s POV: His koala paws hit the controls for a “Duck hunt” style game involving a bunny and some field mice. A good fairy floats down from the top of the screen.

Game POV: Karl is frustrated.

HENDERSON

Aw! Not again, eh! Up! You’re already a goon… Too bad, buddy.

 

Henderson shrugs and sips a can of maple soda.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S GARAGE – MORNING

KARL

Oh right…

Karl sees the smaller, non-motorized scooter leaning against the wall, shrugs.

CUT TO:

EXT. SIDEWALK – KARL RACING TO WORK- CONTINUOUS – MORNING

Karl races through foot traffic on a push-scooter. He pants and dodges a guy pushing a cart full of watermelons.

He zips around a lady pushing a baby carriage.

He almost runs over an old lady with a cane. She shakes her cane at him.

A pretty gazelle in a red dress walks by and winks at Karl. He smiles and waves then crashes into a fire hydrant. He falls on the ground, bruised.

KARL

Oi! Today’s not my lucky day.

 

Karl puts the scooter upright, pulls himself up by the handlebars, breathes heavy as he pushes the scooter forward, wincing with every step.

KARL (CONT’D)

I… will… not… be… late…

A block away from the pickle store, Karl limps along the front wheel of the scooter off-kilter, squeaking. Henderson’s mom, Molly (a grizzly bear), steps out from a ham store, waving to the shop keeper.

MOLLY

You too, Gustav! I’ll make sure to cook them medium rare! Oh, hi, Karl!

Karl winces a smile at Molly, who stands between him and the pickle store, holding paper bags full of ham.

KARL

Hi Mrs. Canuck, I don’t really have time to…

MOLLY

You know, Karl, you haven’t been over for dinner since Henderson’s birthday karaoke jam. When’s the last time ya had a good ham steak, huh? You know, Wendy’s back from Bear College and she would just be delighted to see you…

KARL

Molly, I’m a vegetarian and I have 48 seconds to keep my job. I don’t wanna be rude, but…

MOLLY

I was talking to Gustav about the differences between the Black Forest and regular ham and he said that the Black Forest ham isn’t even from the Black Forest, it’s from Tennessee! Can you believe that, Karl?

Molly laughs to herself as Karl limps away. Molly continues to talk to herself.

MOLLY (CONT’D)

You know, I went to Tennessee once when I was in that country band… Not as much ham as you’d think…

CUT TO:

INT. PICKLE STORE – MORNING

 

Karl limps through the door, out of breath, throws his helmet down. His scooter falls to the ground. He pants as he reaches for his time card, the clock is five seconds to 9:00 am. Karl punches in just in time, falls to the ground, exhausted. Mr. Grunty walks over, looks down at him, snorts.

MR. GRUNTY

I’m not paying ya to lie around, Karl.

Karl jumps up and puts on his apron, grabs a broom.

 

KARL

Right away, Mr. Grunty! At least I made it in on time today, huh?

MR. GRUNTY

What do you want, an award? Get back to work!

KARL

Yes, sir!

Carl smiles as he sweeps.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Karl gets in bed, Roscoe sets his alarm for him.

KARL

Thanks, lil’ buddy! I’m gonna get there on time again tomorrow, no worries!

 

Roscoe is skeptical, picks up the alarm clock and shakes it, just to be sure it’s working. He jumps on Karl’s shoulder and nuzzles his ear. Karl scratches Roscoe behind his ear.

KARL

G’night Roscoe!

Roscoe clicks off the light and hops up into his treehouse above Karl’s bed. Karl closes his eyes with a smile.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. KARL’S DREAM PICKLE STORE – DAY

Establishing shot: storefront, the sign reads “Karl’s Pickle Store”.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S DREAM PICKLE STORE – DAY

Karl stands behind the counter, counting out the tips from a jar. The sign on the jar reads “Tip your pickler”. Sheila, a young girl bunny, wears an apron and sweeps. Chauncey, a young boy turtle, cleans jars with a rag.

 

KARL

Gather round, kids, time to collect ya winnins!

The bunny hops up to the counter, the turtle shuffles up slowly.

SHELIA

Gee whiz, thanks Mr. Koala!

KARL

Don’t thank me, Shelia! You kids put in a good day’s work. Oh, and thanks for being on time again!

CHAUNCEY

You thank us for that every day, but we just love working here so much if ya didn’t close, we’d never leave!

KARL

Thanks, Chauncey. That’s good to hear.

SHEILA

(looking out the window)

Uh oh, he’s back again…

CUT TO:

EXT. KARL’S DREAM PICKLE STORE – DAY

 

Mr. Grunty stands outside in rags, protesting. His sign reads “Karl’s Pickles Will Make You Sick!”. He stares out at traffic, determined. Karl opens the door, leans against the door frame, chews a eucalyptus branch.

KARL

Hi, Mr. Grunty. How are things?

MR. GRUNTY

(staring ahead)

Couldn’t be better.

KARL

Seems like it.

MR. GRUNTY

Yep.

KARL

Hey, you want a job?

Mr. Grunty takes a long, drawn-out inhale.

 

 

MR. GRUNTY

…yes.

KARL

Come on in…

Karl goes inside, Mr. Grunty drops his sign and follows him inside quickly.

CUT TO:

INT. KARL’S BEDROOM – MORNING

Karl’s alarm goes off, he wakes up with a start, turns it off. Roscoe hops down from his treehouse. Karl stretches and yawns.

KARL

Here we go again!

Karl jumps down from the bed with a squish. He sighs.

CUT TO BLACK.

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