Satirical 2D Animation for Adults
Budget: $250 – $750 USD
I'm looking for a talented animator who can create a funny 2D animation episode sort of like in the style of southpark or rick and morty. Here is script
Its based on political recent events involving real political figures. Here is script:
Episode: "The Binder Blunder"
Scene: Truthville Middle School cafeteria. A group of kids—Pammy (inspired by Pam Bondi), Kash (inspired by Kash Patel), Laurie (inspired by Laura Loomer), and Elon (inspired by Elon Musk)—sit at a table littered with half-eaten tater tots. A TV in the corner blares news about the "Epstein Files" flop.
TV Anchor: "Today in Truthville, Attorney General Pammy Bondo promised a juicy dump of the Epstein Files, but all we got were some old flight logs and a redacted list of ‘massage friends.’ People are mad, folks—real mad!"
Pammy: (adjusting her oversized glasses, smugly) "You guys, I totally delivered! I gave out those shiny binders to the cool kids—like Laurie and that Draino kid—because I’m all about transparency. It’s not my fault everyone’s too dumb to see the genius!"
Kash: (wearing a too-tight FBI jacket, chewing gum loudly) "Uh, Pammy, I’m the new FBI guy, and I’m telling you, my old crew in New York’s sitting on, like, thousands of pages. I didn’t hide ‘em—I just… forgot to look under the couch cushions, okay?"
Laurie: (slamming her fist on the table, wearing a tinfoil hat) "This is bullcrap, Pammy! You said we’d get the real dirt—like who flew to Creepy Island with Mr. Epstein! I told all my X followers this was gonna be huge, and now I look like a freaking liar! You owe me a billion retweets!"
Elon: (scribbling on a napkin with a crayon, muttering) "Guys, chill. Pammy’s fighting the deep-state lunch ladies. It’s like she’s captain of a pirate ship with a mutinous crew. Give her a week—she’ll Tesla-fy this mess."
Pammy: (standing up, dramatic) "Listen up, haters! Those files were Phase One. I’ve got Kash on the case—by Friday, he’s gonna cough up the good stuff, or I’ll make him eat my glitter-glued binders! This is about justice for… uh… that creepy rich guy’s victims or whatever!"
Kash: (nervous) "Friday?! Dude, I’ve got dodgeball practice! Plus, the New York FBI kids are all like, ‘We don’t even have those papers!’ I think they’re just mad I got the cool jacket."
Laurie: (pointing accusingly) "Don’t you dare play dumb, Kash! I bet you’re hiding the list because it’s got all our dads on it! My X army’s gonna storm your treehouse if you don’t spill! And Pammy—quit posing with those binders like it’s a TikTok dance!"
Elon: (grinning) "Ooh, plot twist! Maybe the real files are in binary code, and I need to hack the FBI’s juice box stash. Who’s with me for a late-night conspiracy sleepover?"
Pammy: (crossing her arms) "Fine, Laurie, you want the truth? I gave the binders to you influencers ‘cause you’re loud and annoying—it’s called strategy! But now everyone’s whining, ‘Oh, Pammy, where’s the bombshells?’ Like I’m supposed to un-redact stuff with a magic marker!"
Kash: (shrugs) "I mean, there’s some weird crap in there—like a list of 254 ‘massage pals’ and some copper handcuffs—but it’s all old news. Maybe Epstein just really liked back rubs?"
Laurie: (screaming) "Old news?! I didn’t hype this for old news! I want names! I want scandal! I want my followers to dox someone important! You two are the worst deep-state puppets ever!"
Elon: (chuckling) "Relax, Laurie. This is just beta testing. Pammy’ll drop ‘Phase Two’ with holograms or something. Trust the process—it’s, like, 420% science."
[Suddenly, Principal Trumpy (inspired by Donald Trump) bursts in, holding a gold-plated megaphone.]
Trumpy: "Attention, losers! I promised the best files—tremendous files, folks—and Pammy’s making it happen! Nobody does transparency like me, believe me. Kash, get those pages by Friday, or you’re fired—bigly!"
Laurie: (groaning) "Oh my God, Trumpy, if this is your idea of ‘tremendous,’ I’m moving to Canada! This whole town’s a clown show!"
Pammy: (smirking) "Say what you want, Laurie—I’m still the queen of Truthville. Now, who wants to bid on my binders? Starting at fifty bucks—cash only!"
[The kids erupt into chaos, throwing tater tots as the screen fades to black.]
Its based on political recent events involving real political figures. Here is script:
Episode: "The Binder Blunder"
Scene: Truthville Middle School cafeteria. A group of kids—Pammy (inspired by Pam Bondi), Kash (inspired by Kash Patel), Laurie (inspired by Laura Loomer), and Elon (inspired by Elon Musk)—sit at a table littered with half-eaten tater tots. A TV in the corner blares news about the "Epstein Files" flop.
TV Anchor: "Today in Truthville, Attorney General Pammy Bondo promised a juicy dump of the Epstein Files, but all we got were some old flight logs and a redacted list of ‘massage friends.’ People are mad, folks—real mad!"
Pammy: (adjusting her oversized glasses, smugly) "You guys, I totally delivered! I gave out those shiny binders to the cool kids—like Laurie and that Draino kid—because I’m all about transparency. It’s not my fault everyone’s too dumb to see the genius!"
Kash: (wearing a too-tight FBI jacket, chewing gum loudly) "Uh, Pammy, I’m the new FBI guy, and I’m telling you, my old crew in New York’s sitting on, like, thousands of pages. I didn’t hide ‘em—I just… forgot to look under the couch cushions, okay?"
Laurie: (slamming her fist on the table, wearing a tinfoil hat) "This is bullcrap, Pammy! You said we’d get the real dirt—like who flew to Creepy Island with Mr. Epstein! I told all my X followers this was gonna be huge, and now I look like a freaking liar! You owe me a billion retweets!"
Elon: (scribbling on a napkin with a crayon, muttering) "Guys, chill. Pammy’s fighting the deep-state lunch ladies. It’s like she’s captain of a pirate ship with a mutinous crew. Give her a week—she’ll Tesla-fy this mess."
Pammy: (standing up, dramatic) "Listen up, haters! Those files were Phase One. I’ve got Kash on the case—by Friday, he’s gonna cough up the good stuff, or I’ll make him eat my glitter-glued binders! This is about justice for… uh… that creepy rich guy’s victims or whatever!"
Kash: (nervous) "Friday?! Dude, I’ve got dodgeball practice! Plus, the New York FBI kids are all like, ‘We don’t even have those papers!’ I think they’re just mad I got the cool jacket."
Laurie: (pointing accusingly) "Don’t you dare play dumb, Kash! I bet you’re hiding the list because it’s got all our dads on it! My X army’s gonna storm your treehouse if you don’t spill! And Pammy—quit posing with those binders like it’s a TikTok dance!"
Elon: (grinning) "Ooh, plot twist! Maybe the real files are in binary code, and I need to hack the FBI’s juice box stash. Who’s with me for a late-night conspiracy sleepover?"
Pammy: (crossing her arms) "Fine, Laurie, you want the truth? I gave the binders to you influencers ‘cause you’re loud and annoying—it’s called strategy! But now everyone’s whining, ‘Oh, Pammy, where’s the bombshells?’ Like I’m supposed to un-redact stuff with a magic marker!"
Kash: (shrugs) "I mean, there’s some weird crap in there—like a list of 254 ‘massage pals’ and some copper handcuffs—but it’s all old news. Maybe Epstein just really liked back rubs?"
Laurie: (screaming) "Old news?! I didn’t hype this for old news! I want names! I want scandal! I want my followers to dox someone important! You two are the worst deep-state puppets ever!"
Elon: (chuckling) "Relax, Laurie. This is just beta testing. Pammy’ll drop ‘Phase Two’ with holograms or something. Trust the process—it’s, like, 420% science."
[Suddenly, Principal Trumpy (inspired by Donald Trump) bursts in, holding a gold-plated megaphone.]
Trumpy: "Attention, losers! I promised the best files—tremendous files, folks—and Pammy’s making it happen! Nobody does transparency like me, believe me. Kash, get those pages by Friday, or you’re fired—bigly!"
Laurie: (groaning) "Oh my God, Trumpy, if this is your idea of ‘tremendous,’ I’m moving to Canada! This whole town’s a clown show!"
Pammy: (smirking) "Say what you want, Laurie—I’m still the queen of Truthville. Now, who wants to bid on my binders? Starting at fifty bucks—cash only!"
[The kids erupt into chaos, throwing tater tots as the screen fades to black.]