The alchemist laughs maniacally as he’s thrown into a pit. He raises a skeletal hand and screams:
INT. MANOR - KITCHEN - NIGHT A janitor (unseen until now) opens a refrigerator. Inside: the Heart of Amplification —now the size of a golf ball—sits in an egg cup. It pulses once. The janitor’s pants suddenly become comically, absurdly tight in the seat. He looks at the camera, sighs, and says: “Not again.”
A bumbling, cash-strapped historian is hired to authenticate the antiques of a reclusive, eccentric widow at a remote Gothic manor, only to discover that the house’s bizarre, curvaceous architecture is a living curse that amplifies the physical features—and the raging libidos—of everyone inside, leading to a night of supernatural slapstick and absurdly dangerous physics.
I curse this house! Any who dwell within shall find their most embarrassing assets… magnified ! Their hungers… insatiable ! Let the manor feed on your desires!
Professor. Welcome to my… burdens. I need you to verify that the manor’s original architect was indeed Dr. Morbidus. If so, the historical society will finally let me demolish this cursed heap. My spine can’t take another century.
ACT ONE: THE BUMBLING ARRIVAL INT. NERD’S APARTMENT - DAY PROFESSOR ALISTAIR PINGLETON (30s) — tweed elbows, spectacles, zero physical confidence — is rejected from a grant for the 12th time. His specialty: “Architectural Phrenology of Failed Cursed Estates.” His phone rings. A clipped British voice: “The Dowager Baroness Von Hoob requires your services. The honorarium is… substantial. But you must leave tonight.”
The group stands outside. The Baroness emerges from a hidden bunker, her exoskeleton removed. She stands straight for the first time in decades.
I got this! (He tries to flex his bicep. It’s now so large he can’t bend his elbow.)
Smash it! Quick!
In a moment of genuine heart, Alistair removes his (giant) glasses. He admits: “I’ve never felt adequate. Not as a scholar. Not as a man. But this house—it’s just a mirror.”
The Baroness will see you now. Do not stare at the furniture. It reacts.
He is met by , the skeletal, monotone housekeeper.
So… about my fee?
Misadventures Megaboob Manor Info
The alchemist laughs maniacally as he’s thrown into a pit. He raises a skeletal hand and screams:
INT. MANOR - KITCHEN - NIGHT A janitor (unseen until now) opens a refrigerator. Inside: the Heart of Amplification —now the size of a golf ball—sits in an egg cup. It pulses once. The janitor’s pants suddenly become comically, absurdly tight in the seat. He looks at the camera, sighs, and says: “Not again.”
A bumbling, cash-strapped historian is hired to authenticate the antiques of a reclusive, eccentric widow at a remote Gothic manor, only to discover that the house’s bizarre, curvaceous architecture is a living curse that amplifies the physical features—and the raging libidos—of everyone inside, leading to a night of supernatural slapstick and absurdly dangerous physics.
I curse this house! Any who dwell within shall find their most embarrassing assets… magnified ! Their hungers… insatiable ! Let the manor feed on your desires! misadventures megaboob manor
Professor. Welcome to my… burdens. I need you to verify that the manor’s original architect was indeed Dr. Morbidus. If so, the historical society will finally let me demolish this cursed heap. My spine can’t take another century.
ACT ONE: THE BUMBLING ARRIVAL INT. NERD’S APARTMENT - DAY PROFESSOR ALISTAIR PINGLETON (30s) — tweed elbows, spectacles, zero physical confidence — is rejected from a grant for the 12th time. His specialty: “Architectural Phrenology of Failed Cursed Estates.” His phone rings. A clipped British voice: “The Dowager Baroness Von Hoob requires your services. The honorarium is… substantial. But you must leave tonight.”
The group stands outside. The Baroness emerges from a hidden bunker, her exoskeleton removed. She stands straight for the first time in decades. The alchemist laughs maniacally as he’s thrown into a pit
I got this! (He tries to flex his bicep. It’s now so large he can’t bend his elbow.)
Smash it! Quick!
In a moment of genuine heart, Alistair removes his (giant) glasses. He admits: “I’ve never felt adequate. Not as a scholar. Not as a man. But this house—it’s just a mirror.” Inside: the Heart of Amplification —now the size
The Baroness will see you now. Do not stare at the furniture. It reacts.
He is met by , the skeletal, monotone housekeeper.
So… about my fee?
