Scrip for the feature film "Some D's are Harder"

Our story begins in a musky office somewhere in Chicago
Our detective "Shadow Fenix, P.h.P.h.D.P.I. Detective at Law" is sitting at their desk reading the sunday paper when suddenly theres a rasp at the door. A distraught broad enters.

"Oh, I need your help Detective Fenix!"

"Thats Detective Shadow Fenix, Personal Home Pilosophiae Doctor Private Investigator Detective at Law!, see" They corrected

Narration - "I could tell this broad was in trouble, see. She had eyes as big as wells and her voice was that of a baby bird cast from the nest."

"Lay it on me, see"

"Oh, its been horrable my brother has been kidnapped. He got mixed in with the wrong crowd and I think he owed some money. Oh, hes gone missing. Im scared of what may happen to him, oooohhh."

"I see, seee. Do you know who this crowd may be?...see"

"They called themselves... The D's."

Dum dum dummmb!

Narration - " The D's, see. A crew with a horrible love of not letting things get by. They have a tight grip on the lower east side. If this broads brother was mixed up with them, he must have made a serious mistake, see."

- "I hit the streets immediately, see. Checking every nook and cranny for a hit that could lead me to the D's hideout. "I got a lead on a cranny that led to a nook. The type of nook that was so twisted that your standard cranny would not lead you to unless you had a specific reason to cranny that nook, see."

"Alright D's the jig is up" Fenix shouted.

Suddenly the D's emerged from the darkeness

Brooklyn the Fist
Trent the Penalized
Chuff the Brick
Valerija the Angry
Napoleon the Taker
Oranji the Long

"Give up the brother, see, and no one will get hurt"

"Its you who will hurt." Says Valerija
Trent "Your turn to be punished"
Brooklyn "Its time to smash"
Oranji " _________________..."

"I dont have time for this, see!"

Fenix wips out their trusty Walther P38 and begins to charge the D's....
..Bleeep...

"We interrupt this film to inform you that it has been cancelled due to being horrible. Fritz Lang has rolled over in his grave and the whole studio mysteriously bunt to the ground. Stay tuned for our next film "Where the Gillys Eye"....bleeeeeep....