1/27
Three scientists — Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli — and their assistant Igor, who all work at NASAL, start getting interested in creationism. Their superiors, worried about this, send them to a psychologist, Professor Faggioli, a shady character determined to get them fired by making them look insane.
We’re in Faggioli’s office, where Papaia is undergoing a psychological evaluation.
Faggioli: And how did you meet your wife?
Papaia: We used to work together at NASAL. But I had never noticed her…
FLASHBACK. Years ago. NASAL Underground Parking Lot.
Papaia comes out of the observatory, phone pressed to his ear. He’s walking without looking.
Papaia (on the phone, laughing):
Yeah, yeah, I’m coming to dinner, I promise! No, I won’t get lost… like last time. 🤣
Igor: No. Not like last time. This time will be worse.
He gets into the car… and ends up practically sitting on the lap of an unknown woman. 🤣
Igor: At first, Papaia thought it was a new seat cover. 🤣
Woman (future wife, screaming):
“Help! A maniac!” 🤣
Igor: No, ma’am. It’s just Papaia. He’s obsessed with organization, but he left his planner at home! 🤣
Papaia:
Ma’am? What are you doing in my car?
Without thinking twice, she pulls out a pepper spray and sprays it straight into his face. 🤣
Igor: At that point, the lady was sure Papaia wasn’t just a maniac… but also a car thief. 🤣
Papaia (screaming):
“AAAH! My eyes!”
He rolls out of the car, groaning, hands over his eyes.
The woman notices the scientist badge hanging from the pocket of his lab coat.
Woman (frightened):
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I thought you were a maniac!”
(Papaia, lying on the ground, eyes closed, gasping.)
Papaia:
“…No… Just… a slightly… distracted… astrophysicist…” 🤣
Igor:
Papaia? Slightly distracted?
That’s like saying the Sahara… is slightly sandy. 🤣
The woman approaches, embarrassed, trying to help him.
END FLASHBACK
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2/27
Faggioli’s Office.
Faggioli: Your wife hit you with pepper spray… but what do you think hit her about you?
Papaia: I’d say… probably my charm… 🤣
Igor (nodding, pretending to be serious):
Yeah… the classic charm… of red, swollen, tear-filled eyes…
…no woman can resist…
…the urge to call an ambulance! 🤣
FLASHBACK – NASAL Parking Lot.
Papaia’s eyes are still red and watery. The woman, a kind thirty-something, still a bit shaken, helps him to stand.
Woman (embarrassed, holding out her hand):
“I’m really sorry… I’m Clara.”
Papaia blinks, trying to see something, giving a half-smile.
Papaia (hoarse):
“Papaia… um… my name is Papaia.”
Clara holds back a giggle. 🤣
Igor (grinning, to himself but loud enough to hear):
See? It’s not just me who finds it ridiculous…
…she’s known him for five seconds… and she’s already laughing at his name! 🤣
…Same thing happened to me…
…only I’ve been laughing for years… and I still can’t stop! 🤣
…Sometimes, when I’m in bed about to fall asleep, I think of the word “Papaia”…
…and burst out laughing like I’ve just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world! 🤣
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3/27
FLASHBACK – NASAL Parking Lot. Continuation.
Clara:
I’m really sorry about the misunderstanding. Let me help you wash your eyes.
Clara takes Papaia to the restrooms to rinse his eyes.
After a while, he’s feeling a bit better.
Clara:
“How about… we exchange numbers? That way I can officially apologize when you stop tearing up.”
Papaia:
“Yes! Sure! So… my number is… five… no wait… six… or was it nine?” 🤣
(Clara laughs softly, arms crossed.)
Clara:
“Shall we try… slowly?”
Papaia (confused, talking fast):
“Yeah, yeah. Okay… three eight eight… seven? No no, six… eight six… maybe. I’m sure there’s a five in there somewhere!” 🤣
Igor (snickering quietly):
Relax, Papaia… you’re not talking to the bank’s call center…
…it’s just a girl… she won’t ask for your PIN… at least not today! 🤣
Clara:
Wait! Maybe it’s better if I give you mine.
She writes her number on a small note and hands it to Papaia.
Papaia:
Um… are you coming to work tomorrow? 🤣
Clara:
Of course! Like every day.
Igor:
No, Papaia. Now that she knows who her colleagues are…
starting tomorrow, Clara will change jobs…
…phone number… city… identity… and maybe even continent! 🤣
Papaia:
Ah, right! Naturally…
Clara chuckles.
Papaia:
…so maybe, tomorrow I’ll call you during lunch break.
Clara:
Sure. Why not?
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FLASHBACK – NASAL Parking Lot. Continuation.
Papaia:
Alright. So… bye.
Clara:
Bye, see you tomorrow.
Papaia walks over to the car. Starts digging through his pockets. Then looks through the rear window. Smacks his forehead.
Clara watches him and laughs.
Clara:
What’s wrong?
Papaia:
Nothing, nothing!
He leans casually against the car, pretending nothing’s up.
Clara:
You don’t have the keys… do you?
Papaia:
Uh… it’s not that I don’t have them… it’s that… they’re in my office.
Clara:
So why don’t you go get them?
Papaia:
Uh… because… the office is locked.
Clara:
And… you don’t have the office keys?
Papaia:
I do. But… they’re in the car! 🤣
Clara:
I see… want a ride?
Igor:
Let me get this straight, Papaia.
You’re locked out of your office and your car, with the car keys inside the office and the office keys inside the car.
A classic old-school magician’s trick. 🤣
…The only thing missing was getting yourself locked inside the car… 🤣
…holding the office keys in your hand! 🤣
END FLASHBACK
Faggioli’s Office.
Papaia:
…And that’s how it all started.
Faggioli:
Interesting.
He takes notes. Then pulls out Tony.
Tony:
Hahaha! She felt sorry for Papaia! Ah ah ah ah! 🤣
Igor:
Yeah… sounded just as believable… as a psychologist talking to himself with a sock puppet! 🤣
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5/27
Faggioli’s Office.
Faggioli:
And when did you decide to get married?
Papaia:
You see, Faggioli… after dating for a while, I realized we were made for each other… and I decided to propose…
FLASHBACK – Observatory. Break area.
Papaia:
“Guys, I’ve decided. I’m going to propose. To Clara.”
Banani and Ravioli’s eyes widen.
Banani:
“Really?!”
Ravioli:
“Are you sure? I mean… like really-really sure?”
Papaia nods, with a slightly shaky smile.
Papaia:
“I’ve planned everything. A Mexican band — yes, with sombreros and trumpets — will show up right outside the restaurant.
They’ll play Bésame Mucho while we’re sitting at the table.
Then the waiter will arrive with a tray full of flowers… and along with the card… there’ll be the ring.”
END FLASHBACK
Faggioli’s Office.
Faggioli:
Sounds like a good idea… but something went wrong, didn’t it, Papaia?
Papaia:
No! There was just a… minor hiccup… 🤣
Igor:
Explosion or flood? 🤣
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6/27
FLASHBACK – Restaurant “La Luna Romantica”, 8:15 PM.
Papaia is sitting at an outdoor table with Clara, visibly nervous. His tie is horribly crooked and he’s sweating like a roasted chicken. 🤣
Clara:
It’s a nice place, Pap. Why the face like… a penguin under pressure? 🤣
Papaia:
Me? No, no. Everything… everything’s under control. Perfect evening. Perfect atmosphere. You… perfect. Table… perfect. Table number… seven, right? 🤣
He anxiously looks around. No one’s approaching.
Just a stray cat sitting under a table.
Igor:
The pressure’s building… heartbeat racing…
hands shaking… and in his mind…
just one pounding thought:
“I just hope at least dessert arrives late…” 🤣
Clara:
It’s really lovely here. How did you find this little place?
Papaia:
Ravioli’s recommendation. Apparently… they serve excellent lasagna. 🤣
Clara:
If Ravioli says so… then I guess I’ll have to try it!
The scheduled “X hour” arrives. Papaia checks the time. Five minutes go by. Nothing happens. Clara sips some wine. Papaia digs in his pocket and reads a note.
Papaia (whispering):
“9:15 PM, table 7, March 14th.”
…
Today is…?
Clara:
February 14th. Valentine’s Day. 🤣
Papaia:
Uh… happy Valentine’s! 🤣
Papaia turns pale. Gives a half-hearted, desperate smile.
END FLASHBACK
Igor (with a philosophical-exasperated tone):
Papaia’s so confused…
that his mistakes confuse everyone else too…
Now nobody knows what’s going on anymore…
If he wanted to propose on Valentine’s Day… but forgot the date…
or if he picked a random day a month later…
or if he forgot even that…
…or, more simply…
…he was just stumbling around in total darkness… as always… 🤣
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7/27
Faggioli’s Office.
Faggioli:
Mixing up the month… One of your classics, Papaia. 🤣
Papaia:
I didn’t know I had “classics.” 🤣
Tony:
Papaia, you’re the classic idiot! Hahaha! 🤣
Igor:
He’s not an idiot… he’s an artist!
…every time he manages to reinvent the concept of making a fool of himself…
…with new variations on the theme…
…and always a tragicomic finale! 🤣
FLASHBACK – One month later. Same restaurant, same table, same time.
A young couple, strangers, sits down.
She looks serious.
He’s sweating, nervous.
She:
So? What did you want to tell me?
He:
Well… I think that… maybe… we should take a break.
She:
Huh?
Suddenly: a loud “VIVA!” and a mariachi band jumps out of the bushes.
Band:
“Bésame muuuucho!” 🤣
A waiter arrives with a huge bouquet of flowers.
She (moved):
I can’t believe it! 🤣
He (panicking):
Wait, no, I… I didn’t… 🤣
She grabs the flowers, opens the little card. Reads: “Will you marry me?”
She sees the ring box. Opens it. The ring. 🤣
She (emotional):
Yes! Yes!! What a surprise! It’s YES!! 🤣
Applause from the surrounding tables.
The band bursts into loud trumpets.
The guy hides his face in his hands, like he wants to disappear. 🤣
END FLASHBACK
Igor:
Well done, Papaia…
you’re now officially the pioneer of pre-marital terrorism…
Striking at random…
without warning…
and without even knowing you’re doing it… 🤣
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8/27
Faggioli’s Office.
Faggioli:
So you ended up organizing a surprise proposal… for two strangers!
Papaia:
Actually… they were friends of Ravioli. He had sent them there too, recommending the lasagna. 🤣
Faggioli:
And they just happened to go on that exact day. What a coincidence.
Papaia:
Yeah… Ravioli told me the guy had decided at the last minute… planning to break up with her.
Faggioli:
Inviting your girlfriend to dinner just to dump her… classy move.
Papaia:
Yep… and basically he was forced to marry her… because of the misunderstanding.
Ravioli told me he never found the courage to leave her after that. 🤣
Faggioli:
And did it work out?
Papaia:
Yeah. They’re still married to this day… and Ravioli was even the best man at their wedding. 🤣
Faggioli:
Very romantic… but this doesn’t sound like a small mishap to me.
Sounds like you messed up absolutely everything…
and all because of your distraction. 🤣
Papaia:
Maybe… but in the end… I fixed it…
Igor:
I’ve always said it…
you can’t trust anything that starts with Ravioli.
If it begins with “Relax, I have an idea”…
it always ends with someone in the hospital…
someone accidentally engaged…
…or both. 🤣
…Ah… love…
that wonderful prison…
built with the wrong bouquet…
a mariachi band…
and, of course…
Ravioli’s lasagna. 🤣
…Did it go “well”?
…Let’s see…
…He wanted to dump her…
she wanted explanations…
and Ravioli just wanted an excuse to wear a suit and eat for free. 🤣
I’d say… except for Ravioli…
everyone got exactly what they weren’t looking for. 🤣
…No, Faggioli…
he didn’t mess up everything…
he just messed up every single thing…
in chronological order. 🤣
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M1 9/27
Waiting Room.
Ravioli:
What else do we have?
Paco:
There’s the issue of salt in the oceans.
Ravioli:
Salt? What do you mean?
Paco:
If Earth’s oceans have existed for three billion years, as evolutionists believe, they should contain an enormously higher amount of salt than they do today.
Banani:
Oh yeah? And why’s that?
Paco:
Every year, rivers, glaciers, underground seepage, and atmospheric and volcanic dust dump large amounts of salts into the oceans.
Ravioli:
Really?
Paco:
Of course. Take, for example, the most common salt input: sodium chloride (regular table salt).
Each year, about 458 million tons of sodium mix into the ocean waters, but only 122 million tons (that’s about 27%) get removed by other natural processes.
Banani:
That’s a lot of salt!
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10/27
Flashback – “Happy Veggies” Agritourism Farm, Early Morning
A quiet field, the guests haven’t arrived yet. Papaia wanders among the plant pots with a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. Every now and then he stops, looks at a pot, nods… then changes his mind.
Papaia (talking to himself):
Okay… no sand, no beach.
We lost the last ring at high tide… 🤣
…but this… this is perfect. Natural, intimate… with a scent of rosemary.
He pulls a small red box from the bag, opens it, looks at the ring.
Closes the box carefully. Pulls out a little card:
“Want to grow the future with me?”
He chuckles to himself, proud. Then freezes.
Papaia:
Too cheesy? No, no… it’s perfect. Genius. Botanical but poetic.
He looks at the pots. Dozens of them. All identical. He picks one at random.
Papaia:
This one! There’s more sunlight here. Proposals must be made backlit… 🤣
He picks a pot. Digs with his hands. Buries the little box. Covers it back carefully. Looks around. Stares at the pot.
Papaia:
There we go! I’ll just mark it… third from the left, next to the tomato… or was it oregano?
He looks around, grabs a small marker stick, plants it next to the pot.
Papaia:
Perfect. Impossible to forget. Pot with stick. Easy.
He starts walking away, then glances back. Sees all the pots… each one with the exact same marker stick. His face goes blank. 🤣
Papaia:
Oops! Oh well… it’s that one. I remember. No problem.
He walks off happily anyway, humming a wedding tune, convinced everything will go just fine.
End of Flashback.
Igor:
Wait… “we lost it at high tide”? 🤣
Papaia, seriously… how many failed attempts did you have before this? 🤣
I bet… after the third one… the jeweler started following him incognito…
…with binoculars…
…a suitcase full of backup rings…
…and the lost item report form already pre-filled! 🤣
Igor (mocking):
“Backlit proposal”… Oh sure…
Now Papaia wants me to believe…
he’s a control freak… 🤣
Yeah… maybe he even calculated the embarrassment refraction angle! 🤣
Finding that pot among thirty identical ones?
Easy!
As easy as Papaia getting something right on the first try…
…which means… basically impossible! 🤣
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11/27
Faggioli’s Office.
Faggioli
A new proposal?
Papaia
Yes. And this time…
Faggioli
And this time you messed up everything too… right? 🤣
Papaia
Uh… There were a couple of misunderstandings. But it all worked out for the best.
Igor
A couple of misunderstandings?
Let me guess. Like… Clara accidentally ending up in orbit? 🤣
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12/27
Flashback. Tourist Farm. About half an hour later.
A large garden full of identical pots. Guests, including Clara and Papaia, are planting herbs. Papaia looks around nervously, holding a small trowel.
Papaia and Clara enter the garden. Clara stops near a pot.
Papaia
(Pointing to a nearby pot)
No, wait. That one is better.
Clara
What’s the difference? They’re all the same.
Papaia
No, that one is better… trust me! 🤣
Clara
Alright, as you prefer.
They stand in front of the pot Papaia indicated.
Papaia
No. Wait! Maybe that one over there is better. 🤣
He points to another pot.
Clara
Papaia. Stop being so indecisive. The pots are all the same. What difference does it make?
Papaia
(Decisively)
No, no! I insist!
Clara
Okay, but this is the last time.
Igor
Which pot had the ring?
More than an afternoon at a farm stay…
this looked like a poker game…
with Papaia constantly changing the cards…
without the slightest idea what he was doing! 🤣
They switch pots and start working.
Clara is focused on her basil.
Clara:
It’s relaxing, isn’t it?
Papaia (sweating):
Ah yes… very relaxing… 🤣
Igor
Relaxing…
yeah, sure…
like holding your breath…
among sharks…
with a steak in your pocket… 🤣
13/27
Clara
All done.
Papaia
What? Didn’t you find it?
Clara
Find what?
She looks around and starts digging frantically in a nearby pot.
Clara
What are you doing?
Papaia:
Maybe it was this one. Or maybe the one next to it. Or… that one over there!
He starts going from pot to pot, digging like a mad mole. 🤣
Igor
What was Papaia doing?
He wanted to find the center of the Earth… starting from the basil. 🤣
…or maybe he was digging a hole to hide after yet another embarrassment. 🤣
An elderly lady watches him, confused.
Lady:
Excuse me, that was my thyme. 🤣
Papaia (panting):
I promise I’ll replant it better than before!
Igor
Yeah right… Papaia’s promises…
are about as reliable as a broken umbrella in the rain! 🤣
He finds nothing. Moves to the next pot. Nearby, a young woman with a tall, strong boyfriend.
Papaia rushes to dig in the pot, elbowing the couple aside to make his way. 🤣
Papaia (off-screen)
I didn’t know he was the regional judo champion, with his girlfriend. 🤣
Judo Champion
What are you doing?
Papaia:
I just need a second! It’s a matter of life, death, and basil!
Judo Champion’s girlfriend
Ugo, he’s ruining everything, do something!
Judo Champion
Right away, love!
The judo champion takes Papaia down with a quick move. 🤣
… The poor guy falls on his back with a heavy thud, like a sack of potatoes. 🤣
End flashback.
Igor
Papaia thought he could elbow his way through like he does at sales with Chantilly. 🤣
… Too bad this wasn’t the case.
And the judo champion, talking about vegetables, turned him… into a sack of potatoes! 🤣
Studio Faggioli.
Faggioli
Did it hurt him? 🤣
Papaia
A little. I ended up in the ER with a black eye and three cracked ribs.
Igor
Did it hurt? No, no… it was just free physical therapy, the judo champion was showing him a new kind of massage… 🤣
… he even called it the “brick crusher”! 🤣
… an innovative massage based on crushed vertebrae on outdoor tiles! 🤣
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14/27
Flashback – Emergency Room, one hour later.
Papaia is sitting in a wheelchair with an ice pack on his head and a black eye. 🤣
Clara is beside him, visibly worried.
Clara:
Are you crazy? They had to give you thirty stitches! For a pot?! 😂
Igor
No, it was an advanced scientific experiment to test human resistance to impacts with terracotta pots. Result? Papaia turned out to be… surprisingly fragile! 🤣
Papaia (confused and dazed):
No… not for a pot. For you.
Orderly:
Excuse me? I was told this belongs to you…
Igor
What was it? A molar? 🤣
The orderly is holding the ring box. 🤣
Papaia opens the box: the ring is still there. He turns to Clara, eyes watery, nose swollen.
Papaia:
Clara… will you marry me?
Clara pauses for a moment, then laughs and kisses him.
Clara (emotional):
Yes!
Spontaneous applause from patients and nurses. A nurse rings a reception bell in approval. 🤣
End of Flashback.
Igor
Actually, the bell wasn’t ringing to celebrate.
Banani
Oh no? Why then?
Igor
It meant “end of the first round.” The judo champion would be back soon! 🤣
Banani
And what about the massage story?
Igor
You’re right. Maybe it was to call him back for his “massage lesson”! 🤣
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M2 15/27
Waiting room.
Ravioli
So the salt in the oceans is always increasing.
Paco
Exactly. And after 3 billion years, you would expect to find an amount of salt in the oceans 70 times greater than the current level.
Banani
Hmm… the numbers don’t add up.
Paco
If seawater originally contained no sodium (salt) and sodium accumulated at today’s rates, then the current ocean salinity would have been reached in only 42 million years, about 1/70th of the 3 billion years proposed by evolutionists.
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16/27
Faggioli’s Office
Faggioli:
So now all that was left was the ceremony.
Papaia:
Yes.
Faggioli:
At the town hall?
Papaia:
No. She insisted on having it in a church.
Faggioli:
And you contacted an event agency, I suppose?
Papaia:
Of course not! I took care of everything myself.
Faggioli:
Obviously.
Papaia:
You know what they say: “If you want something done right…”
Faggioli:
… don’t let Papaia do it! 🤣
Papaia:
Um…
Faggioli:
Yeah. A ceremony organized by Papaia. Otherwise, how could we have had a good laugh? 🤣
Papaia:
What do you mean?
Faggioli:
Nothing, nothing… please go on…
Papaia:
I told her, “Dear, just relax. I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry.” 🤣
And she simply let me do it.
Igor:
So we can say that, whatever happened, his wife deserved it! 🤣
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17/27
Flashback – Inside Church, Noon
Papaia and Clara are at the altar, dressed for the ceremony. She is elegant but tense; he has a crooked flower on his jacket and tries to smile. The church is empty. Completely empty. Only the priest watches them with discreet embarrassment.
Clara (looking around, whispering):
Where are the guests?
Papaia (trying to stay calm):
They’re on their way.
Clara:
We’ve been waiting for half an hour.
Papaia (looking at his watch):
Yes, but… maybe they’re parking. Some are coming from out of town. Or they took the wrong shuttle. You know, things like that happen…
Clara (crossing her arms):
What shuttle, Papaia? 🤣
Igor:
The shuttle to Papaia’s daydream world! 🤣
…That picks you up even if you never booked it! 🤣
…and always arrives on time, just like his ideas! 🤣
Silence. The priest clears his throat to cover his embarrassment. Only the sacristan’s footsteps are heard on the floor. Clara sighs. Papaia looks hopefully at the door. No one enters.
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18/27
Flashback – Inside Church, noon (continued)
The church is still empty. Papaia and Clara are tense at the altar. Suddenly, the creak of the entrance door is heard. Ravioli, Banani, and Igor enter, very elegantly dressed but out of breath. They look around, confused.
Ravioli:
…Are we late?
Banani (looking at the empty pews):
How come it’s already over? Everyone left!🤣
Igor:
No… relax… you’re perfectly on time!
But you’re at the wrong ceremony!
Banani:
What? This isn’t Papaia’s wedding?
Igor:
No. This is the funeral of his self-esteem!🤣
They see Papaia.
Papaia:
Ah! Here you are! My witnesses! Don’t worry, the others… will come. It must be traffic. Or maybe a collective GPS malfunction.🤣
Clara (whispering, serious):
Papaia?
Igor:
To deny reality, Papaia could come up with the most unlikely excuses… A collective GPS failure? Sure… and maybe a spontaneous pedestrian strike too! 🤣
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19/27
Flashback. Papaia’s Wedding. Church.
Ravioli adjusts his tie and rummages in his jacket to find a handkerchief. By mistake, he pulls out a folded note.
Ravioli:
Oh, look at this. I found the invitation in my pocket.
Banani:
Give it here.
Banani reads.
Banani:
Wait a minute, Papaia…
Clara:
Ah, no! I knew it. Here we go again. The wedding is next month!🤣
Igor:
Your fault, Clara! When Papaia told you the date, you should have immediately warned everyone… that automatically meant it would be a month later!🤣
With him, it works like this… announcements need decoding!🤣
Papaia:
No, no! What are you saying? The date is right! June 20th.
Banani:
Excuse me, but which church are we in?
Papaia:
Santa Claus.🤣
Banani:
In which city?
Papaia:
Bananopolis.🤣
Banani:
Yeah, then why does it say here “Santa Claus church in Raviolate”?🤣
Igor:
Stop, stop, stop! Hold on!
Are we in the same movie? 🤨
What kind of names are those? Are you making them up on the spot?
And especially… why do they all suspiciously match your own names?🤣
What is this… a wedding or a session of compulsive self-citation?😂
Papaia:
What? Let me see.
Papaia reads the flyer.
Papaia:
Oops! We sent the guests to another church.🤣
Banani:
No. Same church, different city.
Ravioli:
But how did you manage to mess that up?
Igor:
Next time, Papaia, mess up on purpose!
Papaia:
How?! What sense does that make?🤣
Igor:
Simple: if you mess up on purpose… maybe you mess up the mess-up and get it right! 🤣
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M3 20/27
Waiting Room.
Banani
But these hypotheses don’t take into account the possibility that God created a salty ocean from the very beginning for all the marine creatures He created on the fifth day.
Paco
Moreover, the global catastrophe of the Flood, lasting a year, must have poured an unprecedented amount of salt into the oceans through erosion, sedimentation, and volcanic activity.
Ravioli
So, today’s ocean salinity makes much more sense within the biblical timeline of about six thousand years.
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21/27
Flashback within a flashback. NASAL Observatory. Papaia’s office.
Papaia is in front of the computer, preparing the template for the invitations.
Papaia:
What was the name of the church? Santa Paprika? No, Santa Monica… Wait, let me check…
He looks at a piece of paper.
Papaia:
Ah, yes! It’s Santa Claus. 🤣
He goes back to the computer.
Papaia:
Let’s search it on the engine.
He waits for the results.
Papaia:
Here it is. Let me copy and paste.
He reads carefully. Checks the paper again.
Papaia:
Wait, there’s a mistake. The city is different.
The phone rings. He looks at the display. It’s his mom. He answers.
Papaia:
Hello?
Mom:
You have to go to the supermarket. Nino got lost in the parking lot.🤣
Papaia:
But… Mom… I’m working.
Mom:
Papaiuccio. Please. Can’t you find a way?🤣
Papaia:
Okay, okay. I’ll go, but in ten minutes.
Mom:
Thanks, my Papaiuccio.
Papaia hangs up, and goes back to the computer.
Papaia:
Where were we? Oh yes… copy and paste… the church name, with the address.
Papaia, having forgotten to correct it, pastes the wrong address. 🤣
He quickly shuts down the computer and runs to the car.
End of flashback within the flashback.
Igor:
Perfect! Another one of your… Papaiuccio moments!🤣
Clara closes her eyes for a moment, then sighs.
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Flashback – Interior, “the wrong church.”
The church is festively decorated. A packed crowd, everyone seated and smiling. On the altar, a bride and groom are about to say the fateful “I do.” There are many guests, but… many look out of place: Papaia’s cousins, NASAL friends, uncles, colleagues. Among them, seated in the last rows, an elderly aunt and uncle whisper.
Aunt (looking toward the altar, doubtful):
Listen, but… that doesn’t look like my nephew.🤣
Uncle (squinting):
No, come on… it must be the tuxedo. And because he’s far away. Look, he even has the same hairstyle.🤣
Aunt (still unsure):
You think so?
Uncle (convinced):
Yes, yes. Trust me.🤣
The organist starts the wedding march. Applause. The aunt keeps watching the couple on the altar, puzzled. The man vaguely resembles Papaia… but it’s not him.
Aunt (whispering):
But that’s not Clara.
Uncle:
Eh, maybe she changed her hairstyle too.🤣
Igor:
Yeah, right… new hairstyle, new face, new relatives…
At that point, all that was missing was them saying:
“Eh well… the important thing is there’s refreshments!” 🤣
…I wonder how far they would have gone…
Maybe they would have even taken pictures with the couple…
And toasted… convinced they were celebrating Papaia! 🤣
…Is it possible none of the guests noticed the mistake?
Not even their parents recognized them!
But in the end… this is the true Papaia party:
celebrating the absurd… with full conviction… and never asking why! 🤣
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23/27
Flashback. Wrong Church.
The ceremony is at its peak. The bride and groom stand hand in hand at the altar.
Priest:
If anyone has anything against this union, speak now or forever hold your peace…
Silence.
Suspended moments.
Then—BAM!
The church door bursts open with a sharp bang.
Everyone spins around.
Papaia rushes in, out of breath, followed by Clara, Banani, Ravioli, and Igor.
Papaia (raising his hands):
Hold on everyone! You’re at the wrong wedding!🤣
Igor (loudly):
I don’t know him. I just came in for free food.
Igor (voice-over):
At that moment, being seen as a freeloader was the least of his problems.🤣
Murmurs among the pews. The bride looks at him, shocked. The groom turns around, furious.
Groom:
Who is he?
Igor:
His name is Papaia, and he’s still trying to remember it. That’s why he was late to his own wedding!🤣
Papaia climbs onto one of the back pews.
Papaia:
I’m Professor Papaia, NASAL astronomer!
There was a mistake with the invitations! Same church, different city!
Bride (devastated):
The most important day of my life! Ruined!
She bursts into tears. The bride’s mother tries to console her. The priest massages his temples.
Groom (furious):
Are you crazy?! You ruined the most important moment of our lives!
Igor:
No. He’s not crazy. It’s a hobby. He ruins weddings at random! On average, twice a month.🤣
Papaia:
Oops! Sorry. A copy-and-paste error!🤣
Groom:
Now I’ll show you what copy-and-paste really means… I’ll paste you to the wall!🤣
Igor:
Wait! Don’t do it! Copying and pasting Papaia… is a very bad idea!🤣
Bride:
(in tears)
No, please Archibald… don’t make it worse!🤣
Igor:
Archibald? Here we go. Another one lost… from the fairy tale world!🤣
What kind of name is Archibald?
All we need now is a dragon parked outside and we hit the jackpot!🤣
Papaia and the others run out.
Papaia (loudly, while running):
Family, friends, colleagues… NASAL… follow me!🤣
Igor:
Follow you, Papaia? That’s what we always do.
And look what we get 🤣
The guests look at each other, confused. Some slowly start to stand. The priest sighs. Clara shakes her head. Igor claps quietly, sarcastically.
Igor (whispering):
And now, the show can really begin.🤣
The elderly couple from before comments something.
Aunt:
I told you they weren’t them!🤣
Uncle:
Ah, you’re right! I think I need to get my glasses checked again.🤣
Igor:
Really hard to tell. They were practically identical. The only difference was… everything!🤣
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Waiting room.
Ravioli
What do secular scientists say?
Paco
Those who believe in a three-billion-year-old ocean claim that in the past, sodium input had to be lower and its removal higher.
Banani
And what if that were true?
Paco
Even the most generous estimates can only extend the accumulation time up to 62 million years.
Ravioli
But that’s not enough.
Paco
Long-agers also argue that huge amounts of sodium are removed during the formation of basalts at mid-ocean ridges, but this ignores the fact that sodium returns to the oceans as the seafloor basalts move away from the ridges.
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Flashback – The “right” church – Shortly after
A long convoy of cars screeches into the square in front of the church.
Car doors open, elegant clothes rush out. Papaia leads the group with Clara by his side. The guests settle themselves haphazardly in the pews. Finally… here we are.
Banani (looking at his watch):
We’re still on time…
Igor
On time to marry Banani to Chantilly… without anyone noticing!🤣
What a plot twist worthy of a B-grade soap opera!🤣
Banani
Hey! I don’t want to marry Chantilly!
Chantilly
Don’t worry, Banani. You’re definitely not my type!
Igor
Wait, Chantilly. Banani doesn’t jump on sofas or rob banks… but he blows up his own garage three times a week!🤣
Ravioli (to himself):
Marry whoever you want. I only care about the cake.🤣
Papaia looks around. Then he approaches the altar. But… no one is there.
Papaia (alarmed):
Where is Father Serafino?
Silence. Then Igor notices a note on the sacristy door.
Igor (reading):
“Called away for an urgent last rites. Will return if I can. Pray for Mr. Pasquale.”
Signed: Father Serafino.🤣
Clara
I don’t believe it…
Igor
At least Banani’s bank account is still safe for now!🤣
Chantilly
Cut it out, Igor! Last warning!
A distinguished gentleman approaches Papaia, confused.
Gentleman:
Excuse me… but… where are Arcibaldo and Camilla? Are they coming?🤣
Banani
I don’t believe it… someone from the other wedding!
Igor
Look closely. He’s not the only one. Half the faces here I’ve never seen before.🤣
Papaia turns towards the hall, carefully observing the guests. Many smile… but vaguely. Others seem to wonder where they are.
Papaia
Oops… I messed up again!🤣
Igor
Oops! At this point, all we need is a marching band and a circus elephant!🤣
Clara massages her temples. Banani tries lighting some candles randomly.🤣
Ravioli is already searching for the buffet, unaware that he’s in a church, not a restaurant.🤣
Igor
Perfect… Banani is about to set fire to the church, Papaia has kidnapped strangers… and I… I’m looking for the nearest exit!🤣
…and Ravioli? He activated “automatic buffet mode”… and doesn’t even realize we’re in a church, not a restaurant!🤣
This usually happens when he goes past 1 PM without lunch!🤣
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Flashback – Inside the “right” church – Moments later
Papaia paces back and forth on the altar. Clara has her arms crossed. The guests glance around, unsure of what to do. Silence. Then…
Banani
Wait! I’ve got an idea.
Ravioli
What? Make a fake priest out of duct tape?🤣
Banani
Ah, that’s a good one too.🤣
… But I’ve got an even better one.
Igor
Every time Banani says “I’ve got a better one,” usually the fire department… or the army shows up.🤣
Papaia
What is it?
Banani
Why don’t you get married in the other church?
Papaia
In… what sense?
Banani
They’ve finished, right? The priest is there, the altar’s still warm… it’s the perfect opportunity!
Igor
Brilliant. A freeloaded wedding.🤣
Clara (sighing):
At this point…
Papaia (enthusiastically):
Friends… colleagues… follow me… uh… again! Everyone to the “wrong” church!🤣
Everyone jumps to their feet and rushes outside. The cars line up again, honking as they go. They arrive in front of the other church.
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Flashback. Wrong church. Moments later.
The other couple is finishing their ceremony.
Priest
I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
The groom kisses the bride. Applause. Wedding march.
Papaia (raising his voice from the back of the nave):
Excuse me, Father? Could you marry us too?🤣
Everyone turns around. The priest facepalms. The bride and groom turn, confused.
Groom
I can’t believe this… them again!🤣
Igor
Perfect… now we’re officially the comic subplot of their wedding.🤣
End of the flashback.
Faggioli:
Certainly… an unforgettable ceremony for everyone.
Papaia:
You know, Faggioli… I think that’s exactly what Clara likes about me… With me, there’s always the thrill of the unexpected… adventure… mystery…
Faggioli:
…embarrassment…🤣
Igor:
…confusion… chaos… risk of lawsuits… but hey, who wouldn’t want a man like that? 🤣
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