BREWSTER (V.O.)

Description

**BREWSTER (V.O.):** *(Grumbling)* "Welcome to Toy Town, the land of forgotten dreams and broken parts. I used to be somebody in this place-a real fucking hero, top detective. Now look at me. Just a washed-up Build-A-Bear drowning in cheap whiskey. completely in the fucking dump" *He glances at a framed photo of himself in his prime-freshly stuffed, wearing a crisp trench coat, smiling alongside Mr. Whimsy.* **BREWSTER (V.O.):** "This town has a way of chewing you up and spitting you out. One minute, you're the toy every kid wants... next thing you know, you're sitting in the clearance bin,tossed out like a cheap piece of ass praying for a quick buck." *He grabs a cigarette, lights it, and takes a puff, letting the smoke curl around his button eyes.* **BREWSTER:** "Now, I'm not one to complain, but this job sucks the stuffing right outta me." *Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in struts CRYSTAL STARLIGHT, an impossibly glamorous doll. She moves with confidence, every step calculated.* **CRYSTAL:** "I hope you still take clients, Bear. I've got a case that's... killer." *Brewster eyes her, leaning back in his chair, unimpressed but curious.* **BREWSTER:** "You look like trouble. I don't need more trouble. God knows I've been around enough of that" *Crystal steps closer, her plastic eyes narrowing, a sly smile on her lips.* **CRYSTAL:** "Then it's a good thing I brought money." *She tosses a wad of cash on his desk. Brewster looks at the money, then back at her, raising an eyebrow.* **BREWSTER:** "Money's nice, sweetheart. But around here, it's the lies that keep me warm at night. What's your angle?" *She leans in, resting her manicured plastic fingers on his desk.* **CRYSTAL:** "My collector's dead. And I need to know who's responsible before someone decides I'm next." **BREWSTER:** *(Smirking)* "Figures. Nobody ever knocks on my door unless they're knee-deep in bullshit. Alright, sweetheart. I'll bite. Tell me about this dead collector." *Crystal straightens up, satisfied she has his attention.* **CRYSTAL:** "His name was Mr. Whimsy. Someone tore him apart like he was just another toy on the shelf." *Brewster exhales a thick cloud of smoke, flicking ash onto his cluttered desk.* **BREWSTER:** "Well, ain't that something. A toy lover getting disassembled in his own playroom. Looks like I'm back in business." *He stands, adjusting his tattered trench coat, and grabs his fedora off the back of the chair.* Animated cartoon with smooth animation, in exactly the style described above; when no style is described, a vibrant, colourful cartoon.

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