Easy Money
Part 2


(Scene: The Androids have arrived on Kame’s island. They land. Its the early afternoon.
No one is outside)

Android 18: Huh? I don’t see anyone around. (knocks) Hello in there? 
Krillin: (coming out) Hey 18! What’re you doing here-----(spots 17 and goes a little pale)
Gyah!
Android 17: Nice to see you again too.
Krillin: So, (nervous laugh) what brings you two here?
Android 18: We came to tell you your dumb idea didn’t work.
Android 17: Yeah. We weren’t meant to join the work force. Got it?
Krillin: Uhhh, sure! Wait, no, did you even try?
Android 18: We went to the agency, they got us jobs, and they didn’t work out. That
trying enough for you?
Krillin: Gee, you’re fired already? But its only 2:00!
Android 17: You don’t have to rub it in, little man. Last time we listen to a human. (to
18) I bet you he hasn’t held a job for more than an hour. Come on 18. Let’s go.
Krillin: Hey! Wait a second! The shopping center in South City is hiring.
Android 17: Drop the subject, twerp.We’re not getting jobs-- (steps towards Krillin with
the intent of making his point a little clearer but 18 cuts him off)
Android 18: Knock it off 17. We’ll put in applications at the shopping center, but thats it.
(the two begin to fly away)
Krillin: Bye guys! (about collapses from fright; to self) Why’d she have to bring him?
He’s just creepy! 
Android 17: How could you side against me? I’m not going to get another job--
Android 18: Exactly.
Android 17: Huh?
Android 18: We put fake phone numbers on the applications. It’s that simple. Then he’ll
be sure to drop the subject when we don’t get contacted.
Android 17: Okay, but this idea’d better work.Where is South City anyhow?
Android 18: (thinks) I’m not sure. I know its somewhere near where the old man’s lab
was....
Android 17: (passing over an island) Hey, one city’s as good as another. Let’s stop there.
Krillin will never know. 
Android 18: Kay. Flying to South City would take forever. We won’t waste a day this
way. (The two land in a narrow sidestreet so they aren’t seen. They walk for a little while
and they find a shopping center.)
Android 18: We’re in luck. 
Android 17: Yeah. This place is hiring too. 
(They enter a large shopping center and fill out some applications. Then they continue to
the next store.)
Android 18: (pauses in front of the next store) I don’t really want to put an application in
here.
Android 17: Why not? They won’t be able to contact us anyway. 
Android 18: Oh yeah. (A brown haired girl with a shirt that says “Kung-Fu Brat” across
the front passes 18 almost unnoticed; 18 reads the sign of the store) “Wood Worker’s
Warehouse”. Who names these places? They must be a bunch of idiots. 
Android 17: They’re humans. Of course they’re idiots. (The two go inside and start on
some more applications) You know, something just occured to me.
Android 18: What?
Android 17: We should fight to see who gets a job; its the only fair way.
Android 18: Me fight you? No way! That’d be too weird!
Android 17: Come on! I’ve always wondered if Dr. Gero made one of us stronger than
the other. This is a good excuse to find out. (The two are now walking towards the door)
Android 18: Drop it 17. If we’d fight and I’d hurt you I don’t think I could forgive
myself.
Android 17: (thinks) “Her? Hurt me? If that’s not a challenge, I don’t know what is!”
(attempts to hit 18 with a snap kick on the way out the door; 18 ducks, but it does hit
someone)
Kung-Fu Brat: (goes slamming into the wall of the first store they were at)
Android 17: Well at least she didn’t go through the wall. Aw man. We are in so much
trouble.
Android 18: Uh, oh. I think she’s dead! Now we’re going to jail for sure!
Kung-Fu Brat: (gets up, not only not dead but only minorly harmed) Who did that?? You
want to fight me punk???? 
Android 17: Guess she’s not dead after all. Sorry about that. If I wanted to hit you, you
wouldn’t be standing now.
Kung-Fu Brat: (looks annoyed and doesn’t seem any calmer after 17’s attempt at
apologizing) Why I oughtta---
Android 18: He was aiming for me. He didn’t mean to hit you. We don’t want any
trouble.
Kung-Fu Brat: Don’t want any trouble huh? Don’t want no trouble? Well I’ll give ya no
trouble---As soon as my head stops spinning.....(collapses)
Android 17: Great. Let’s get out of here while we still can.
Android 18: (notices a small crowd of people forming around the three of them) Too
many witnesses to run off now. (picks the girl up) Hey are you dead?
Kung-Fu Brat: Nope, not dead. I’m trained to take harder than that---(starts to stand under
her own power)---but not all at once! (collapses again;18 catches her) Gosh, you’re
strong!
Android 17: So no hard feelings?
Kung-Fu Brat: No, I guess not. (notices the crowd) WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS, A
SITCOM? THE SHOW’S OVER! GO AWAY! (crowd starts to disperse) Idiots...
Android 17: Thats exactly what we were saying.
Kung-Fu Brat: Hey, I was wondering. You going to be in the big contest?
Android 18: Contest? What contest?
Kung-Fu Brat: The Strong Man Contest. The island north of us is having it. My big
brother Gregorio is entered.  The first prize is 10,000. 
Android 18: 10,000? We wouldn’t need to get jobs!
Android 17: Consider it won. When is it?
Kung-Fu Brat: Tomorrow. (feeling better; stands) But its too late to enter now. Maybe
you could be in it next year. They stop accepting applicants at 4:15 today and it’s about
3:00 now. And even the fastest ferry still takes three hours to make a trip between the
islands, and the 3:00 already left. And even if you waited for the next one, you’d still
never make it on time!
Android 17: Who needs a ferry? Let’s go 18.
Android 18: Right. (the two take flight, not caring if anyone sees them this time.) We’re
going to make some easy money! (they disappear into the distance)
Kung-Fu Brat: Gee, they flew. (sits down on the pavement) Maybe I hit my head harder
than I thought....
(after a quick 5 minute flight the androids arrive at the next island)
Android 18: I wonder where the registration place is....(spots it)...LOOK AT THE
CROWD!!! Its huge!!
Android 17: Don’t worry about it 18. I’ll think of something. 
Android 18: This time I’ve got it. (the two land amidst the crowd; 18 whispers something
to 17)
Android 17: Now why should I do that?
Android 18: Just do it. You’ll understand.
(Android 17 makes a small ki blast in his hand; he then crushes it; there is a small
explosion, but it more just sounds like a giant pop)
Android 18: (screams at the top of her lungs and collapses)
Android 17: (notices people starring) uuhhh, she’s been shot.
Bystander 1: What??? Where??
Bystander 2: I think I saw the bullet! It came from one of those office buildings!
Bystander 3: Someone call the police!
Bystander 4: Let’s get out of here!!!
(People flee in all directions in a mad panic; 17 and 18 are the only ones left on the
street; 17 helps 18 up)
Android 17: Not bad.
Android 18: Thanks. Too bad I had to get my clothes dirty. 
Android 17: I’ll buy you some new ones with the prize money.
Android 18: Not if I win. (the two hurry through the entrance of the registration center.
It’s about 3:45)
Registrar: (is filling out some forms when they walk over; looks up and speaks to
Android 17) Name please?
Android 17: Can I be anonymous?
Registrar: No, I’m afraid not. Name?
Android 17: Seventeen.
Registrar: (mumbles something about the crazy kids and their weird names) All right. I
guess that’ll do. Proceed down that hall. Good luck. (returns to his paper work)
Android 18: Hey! What about me?
Registrar: What about you?
Android 18: Where do I register?
Registrar: Oh, I’m sorry. No ladies. You’ll just have to watch.
Android 18: WHAT? But that isn’t fair! I want to speak with who runs this thing!
Boss Registrar: Is there are problem?
Android 18: Yes there’s a problem! Why can’t I register?
Boss Registrar: This isn’t a tea party, miss. You’d better go. We don’t want any women
getting hurt in our contest. 
Android 17: Don’t worry, 18. When I win I’ll share. Think of it this way; we won’t have
to compete against each other. And I need someone to cheer me on.
Android 18: Yeah. I guess.
Boss Registrar: Don’t you have somewhere you need to be? (points at the exit)
Android 18: (grabs his outstretched hand, crushes it, and breaks the man’s arm) YOU’RE
LUCKY I’M IN A GOOD MOOD! (storms out)
On loudspeaker: ATTENTION! ALL CONTESTANTS REPORT TO THE ROOM AT
THE END OF HALL B FOR TO SEE WHO MAKES THE CUT. I HOPE TO SEE YOU
ALL TOMORROW AT THE TOURNAMENT. THIS YEAR SHOULD BE OUR BEST
YET. WE HAVE 25 CONTESTANTS COMPETING FOR THE 10,000. AND SPECIAL
GUEST COMMENTARY BY THE WORLD’S STRONGEST MAN, HERCULE!--
Android 17: (stops listening; thinks) “Hercule? I wonder who the heck that is?” (arrives
at the designated room) This must be the place. (The room has about 42 people in it. A
man begins to speak as 17 enters.)
Supervisor: Okay, contestants. To be entered in the tournament, you must bend this bar as
far as you can. It will register your strength on this monitor. Good luck. And don’t hold
back. This bar is specially crafted to withstand anything. Who’s first?
(a man with  short black hair steps forward)
Man:  Me! (rushes over, but trips on the way; the Supervisor helps him up; the man grins
and bends the bar just a little; the meter reads 217)
Supervisor: All right. Excuse me sir, but I’m going to use you as an example.
Man: No problem. Call me Sammy.
Supervisor: Okay. Sammy here got a 217. Our qualifying number is 210 so he just makes
it.
Sammy: YES!
Supervisor: We’ll take the next 9 people who score higher than 210. Any questions? No?
Good! Don’t take this strength test lightly. If you don’t pass here, you don’t compete.
(Several people leave without attempting to bend the bar. Android 17 continues to hang
around near the door. He watches as all the people in the room try. Many are turned
away. There are a few 250’s but nothing much higher than that; most of the people there
are only slightly above average strength. Soon, 17 makes his move.)
Supervisor: Has everyone tried? We still need one more person to hit the magic number
10. (17 steps up) Oh, do you want to try, sir? (several men snicker and make snide
remarks as 17 approaches)
Contestant 1: Look at the pretty boy!
Contestant 2: Don’t break a nail!
Android 17: (doesn’t say a word. Bends the bar into almost a knot; it shatters. The
machine begins to smoke and flashes a few numbers)
Supervisor: 450?? 1000?!?! (the machine overloads and shuts off)
Android 17: You told me not to hold back.
Supervisor: (mutters) ...my gosh...(back to announcing) That makes 10 contestants!
Congratulations! Now, all of you return tomorrow at 9:00 sharp! And good luck in the
tournament!
Android 17: (starts to leave, but it stopped) And what do you want?
Dumb Hick Contestant: Ma name is John-Jimmay and ay’m nut abut ta lose ta a citay
slicker like y’all--
Android 17: (pushes him out of his way without effort) I don’t have time for this.
Sammy: (also cuts into 17’s path) You’re strong! I’ve never seen a computer overload
like that! You’ll win for sure!
Android 17: (chuckles) Of course I will. (Sammy continues to follow him)
Sammy: I’m the only one from my school that made the cut. Maybe now the girls will
like me!
Android 17: (thinks, hardly listening to Sammy) “Humans are so vapid. Why are they
even allowed to live?” (is outside; finds 18 sitting on the cement edge of the fountain
outside of the registration center)
Android 18: You in?
Android 17: Of course. Was there ever a doubt?
Sammy: (to 18) Hi! Can I have your phone number?
Android 18: Excuse me?
Android 17: (menacingly) Better run along, human, before you get hurt.
Sammy: Yeah, you’re right. Its getting late. (doesn’t seem to know enough to be scared)
So long! (starts to leave)
Android 18: Who was that idiot?
Android 17: Who knows? Let’s go.
Android 18: Where?
Android 17: Good question...
Sammy: (yelling) Oh, the hotel on Brook Street is giving all the contestants free lodgings
for the night! You should go there! I won’t be there though; I’ve gotta stay with my mom.
See you tomorrow! (gone)
Android 18: At least he gave us some useful information. (hops down from the fountain)
Android 17: I bet I could’ve figured it out. 
(18 starts to lift off the ground but 17 pulls him back down)
Android 17: We shouldn’t fly. Too many people around. And if we cause a panick, the
tournament might get called off. I’m sure the hotel’s not far.
Android 18: So we walk?
Android 17: Nope. (yells) TAXI! (a taxi pulls up to the curb)
Driver: Where daya wanna go mac?
Android 17: (grabs the driver by the front of his shirt)
Driver: HEY! LEMME GO!
(Android 17 throws the driver into the fountain and gets into the driver’s seat of the cab.
18 gets into the passanger’s seat) 
Android 18: Yuck. What a hideous car. Couldn’t you have found something better?
Android 17: Keep whining and I’ll make you walk.
(pause in dialogue as 17 drives; he makes two left turns down sidestreets)
Android 18: Are you sure you know where you’re going?
Android 17: Of course I do----(takes another left
Android 18: (still doubtful) You’re not just saying that because you don’t want to admit
you’re lost?
Android 17: No. Now why would I do that? (takes another left and is back on the same
road he started on; drives a few more meters) 
Android 18: Hey! There it is! (points at a street sign that says “Brook Street”)
Android 17: Hm. (turns shraply down the road and nearly wrecks the cab parking; the car
is half on the sidewalk, half on the road; 17 gets out while 18 steals the cab’s cash box;
17 pulls the passenger side door off its hinges) After you.
Android 18: (gets out) Well...So you did know where we were going. (takes money out of
cash box and tosses the box aside; starts counting)
Android 17: Of course I did. I’m the best. (17 and 18 walk in)
Manager: (stops them) I’m sorry. We don’t have any rooms for people not praticipating
in the tournament...
Android 17: (picks up the counter the manager is standing behind and throws it across the
room) I AM the tournament.
Manager: (gives them the keys to a room, half in shock) My...gosh....
Android 18: (the two get in an elevator) He scares too easy. Its not like you threw the
desk at him.
Android 17: Yea. I know. Could humans be any more dense?
Android 18: Think they’re all that way?
Android 17: Of course or we would’ve met one that was different by now. (the two exit
elevator)
Android 18: Hm. I guess you’re right. I’m going to need to get a purse to carry the money
from the taxi in. (the two begin down a hall)
Android 17: What do we need money for? If we want something, its not like anyone can
stop us.
Android 18: (tempted to tell 17 how strong the Z fighters become while he was dead for
the second time today, but decides against it) I still want a purse.
Android 17: Fine. We’ll find you one later. (stops in front of a room) I think this one is it.
Android 18: Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s go! 
Android 17: No need to get impatient. We’ve got time.
(Android 17 opens the door and steps in followed by 18; they enter into a room with two
beds and a bathroom decorated with shades of magenta and red; it is anything but manly)
Android 18: Wow, this place is a lot nicer than your house 17.
Android 17: No way am I staying here.
Android 18: Well I am. (notices the dark red flower-trimmed cutains) The curtains are
hideous though. (yanks the entire cutrain rod off the wall and throws it out the window)
Better?
Android 17: Not yet. (charges up an energy blast and blows up one of the three lamps in
the room) The other two are okay.
Android 18: Well I don’t like this one. (kicks it in half) The last one can stay. This room
just keeps getting better and better. (notices the phone and phone book) Hm.
Android 17: It’d be a waste if we didn’t use the phone at least once before we blow it up.
Android 18: Yeah. You’re right. (picks up the receiver and looks up the Kame House’s
phone number) We should remind Krillin of how dumb his ideas are.
Android 17: Yeah. He might’ve forgot. (takes the receiver from 18 and dials; it rings; its
answered)

Cut to Kame House

Yamcha: (answers the phone) Hello? Krillin? Yeah, just a sec. Hey Krillin! Phone call!
Krillin: Who knew I was here?
Android 17: (on phone) Hello.
Krillin: Gyah! (goes pail again and a sweat drop forms on his forehead) Uh--h-h-h-hi
t-t-here...
Yamcha: Krillin, who is it?!?
Krillin: Nobody Yamcha. (back into receiver) W-w-what do you want? 18’s not here!
Android 17: Just called to scare you. And it worked too. But don’t worry; the brave are
always the first to die, so you’ve got to be the safest guy in the world. You want to talk to
him, 18? 
Android 18: Yeah. I guess. (reluctantly takes the receiver) hi Krillin. 
Krillin: (calm again now) Hey 18! How’d the job search go? (gets some static in the
phone line) Wow, the phone conection is starting to break up! Where are you guys?
Android 18: Good question. 17, what island are we on?

Cut back to Androids

(17 snatches the receiver from 18)
Android 17: Who cares which island? Its having a strong man conest so I entered. You
got a problem with that?
Krillin: (terrified once again) A strong man contest? N-n-n-no! Of course not! (nervous
laugh) G-g-good luck!
Android 17: Luck has nothing to do with it little man. Bye. (hangs up) 
Android 18: You know, every time you talk to Krillin you probably take 3 years off his
expected life span.
Android 17: And your point?
Android 18: (laughs)

Cut back to Krillin

Yamcha: Man, who was that? Its been a while since I’ve seen you that scared!
Krillin: It was the androids. Even if 18 and I are friends now, something about her brother
still scares me.
Yamcha: I heard you say something about a strong man contest.
Krillin: Yeah. Android 17 entered one tomorrow.
Yamcha: I wonder if its the same one that Bulma bought Vegeta and Trunks tickets for.
Krillin: What??? Vegeta’s going to be there?? Oh no! 
Yamcha: Well whats the odds they’ll run into each other? Its a big tournament and he’ll
just be in the audience. 
Krillin: Yeah. I guess you’re right.

Back with the androids

Android 18: (has picked up the phone again and is talking with room service)....Yeah.
And I want slippers, a robe, another outfit if you’ve got one, some movies, another
lamp---are you getting all this? 17, you want anything?
Android 17: No thanks. But tell them to hurry. Androids shouldn’t be kept waiting.
Android 18: kay. (back into receiver) And get it here while we’re still young!
Understand? (hangs up the phone) Let’s not blow up the phone. I might think of
something else I need. 
Android 17: uh-huh...(isn’t listening; is lying on one of the beds staring at the ceiling, lost
in though)
Android 18: (sits down on the corner of the bed) Hey, you okay? You look kind of worn
out.
Android 17: (sitting up) Me? Worn out? I don’t know what you’re talking about. 
Android 18: Thinking about the contest yet?
Android 17: Of course. I just hope all those useless humans are prepared to lose.
Android 18: (knock on the door) I’ll get it. (a bellboy wheels in all the things 18 ordered
on a dolly)
Bellboy: Here are the things you ordered Ma’am!
Android 18: Thank you. (pulls the dolly over next to one of the beds and begins sorting
through it)
Bellboy: I brought more than one lamp because I wasn’t sure which one you wanted. So
what happened to the other lamp?
Android 17: Does it matter?
Bellboy: (nervous laugh) No, I guess not. With all the things you ordered, you’d think you
were raising an army in here!
Android 18: (annoied) Oh really?
Android 17: I told you.
Android 18: huh?
Android 17: I told you you buy enough clothes to supply the old Red Ribbon army.
Android 18: Shut up. (to the bellboy) Get out.
Bellboy: The dolly...
Android 18: (picks up the dolly and tips it, emptying it on to the bed and throws it out of
the room; the bellboy just barely misses being hit with it) There’s your dolly? Better?
Bellboy: Uhhhh.....whatever you say ma’am! Have a pleasant stay! (flees for his life)
Android 18: HEY! Who said I was done talking to you?
Android 17: (starts to laugh) 18, we need to get you some anger management classes....or
some more things to throw. Which would you perfer? 
Android 18: (picks up the lamp the bellboy brought up) Aw man. He brought up one of
the ugly ones. (smashes it) (looks at the outfit he brought up) At least this outfit isn’t the
most hideous one I’ve ever been forced to wear. I almost like it. I wonder where it came
from....
Android 17: We should restart the red ribbon army. Mini skirts and vests are as good of a
uniform as any. And with the size of your wardrobe, we could have lots of members. 
Android 18: (angry) Another dumb lamp. (throws it at 17; it breaks on the wall behind
him)
Android 17: Hey, watch it!
Android 18: Watch this! (begins throwing the things she ordered at 17)
Android 17: Hey! No fair! 
(Android 17 begins returning “fire” with anything not nailed down as 18 continues
throwing things from the cart; the two eventually run out of furniture--- and thats when
the energy attacks start. The camera leaves the two androids, throwing items and insults
at each other in the middle of the night; it cuts to ouside where lights in other rooms are
suddenly coming on and complaints are being filed)

End Part 2