Let's start on Peltablo's Movie.  I still like the idea of starting with a monkey finding a defective drum of Trioxin, but this is Peltablo's gig.  So I will turn the first scene over to him.

Mr. Peltablo to the set, please.

PS:  sorry for butchering your name in the topic heading

 Hmm...sounds like a plan.  "Dr. Savanah Savage and the Naked, Mutant-zombie Pumpmonkeys of the Damned" it is.

Prologue:   It was a dark and stormy night.  Somewhere in an "unofficial" abandoned toxic waste dump in the middle of an undisclosed South American country, a metal drum full of Trioxin...and something else, something that wriggles and squirms obscenely...was leaking a fluorescent glowing green ooze onto the ground.  A nondescript monkey jumps down from a tree in the surrounding forest and cautiously approaches the eery green light.  Unfortunately, when the monkey comes within two feet of the drum, it is  overcome by the completely odorless vapors being given off by the highly toxic Trioxin, and it falls--a twitching convulsing heap--into the spreading noisome puddle.  It was a hard, old world for Mr. Monkey.  A hard, old world indeed...

Normally, any creature higher up on the evolutionary scale than the average cockroach that inhaled the vapors and/or made physical contact with the viscous Trioxin fluid would die a nasty but extremely quick death.  Not this time, though.  One of the writhing leech-like in the Trioxin fluid swam into the monkey's ear and proceeded to force its way into the monkey's brain.  The brain parasite was developed in a secret military lab during the cold war.  It's purpose was to be placed in Trioxin-filled warheads, and it was supposed to infest the population killed by the Trixoin vapor in order to create an army of uncontrollable, rage-filled zombies.  At the close of the cold war, it was quickly and secretly disposed of along with the rest of the Trioxin waste.

There's a blinding flash of lightning and a resounding peal of thunder.  Suddenly, the afflicted monkey which had begun to grow stiff and cold, springs into motion.  Chest heaving, pupils fully dilated (the whites of the eyes having turned red from the exploded capillaries), the monkey screams in inchoate fury into the stormy night.  The other monkeys in the area, startled by sound, begin screeching back resulting in a cacophony of fright and anger...

Scene 1:  (Several weeks later) A convoy of trucks carrying 15 university personnel and 35 heavily armed guards and laborers hired from the local populace.  The convoy is headed by Dr. Savanah Savage, an athletic statuesque platinum blond who tolerates no weakness and likes her men (and the occasional woman) like she likes her whiskey, hard and fast.  She is as tough as nails and exudes the smoldering sexuality of a caged tigress in heat.  There are few experiences she hasn't sampled, and virtually nothing she can't accomplish when her indomitable iron will is called into play.

In sharp contrast to Dr. Savage's voluptuous, bodice-ripping vitality, her colleague and co-leader (largely due to bureaucratic interference and University politics) of the expedition is the spindly Dr. Herman Hergsley.  Unkind colleagues have noted behind his back that Hergsley has the appearance of R. Crumb and the personality of one of Woody Allen's most nebbish self-caricatures.  Herman secretly admires Dr. Savage (he actually admires her body of work rather than just her body but is completely overwhelmed by her vigorous personality and aura of intense sexuality) and is actually inclined to be as helpful as possible, but he's incompetent, cowardly, and completely unsuited for this sort of field work.  

They are leading a team biologists, anthropologists, chemists and a motley assortment of other scientists (including attending assistants and graduate students) assembled to investigate the whole-sale destruction several small isolated villages.  There are rumors of attacks by vicious, brain-eating "pumpmonkeys" who are also somehow also described as "naked."

Suddenly, a shot rings, a laborer screams, and....   (next)

brilliant!! Terrific!!!  I almost don't know what to say.  I was laughing so hard that I woke up my youngest.

You have captured my vision perfectly.  I am touched and honored and thank you.  You're welcome at my party anytime.

I think we're on to something.  The whole concept of zombie monkeys will keep it from ever being on the A-List.  But it could be a solid B-List -- you know for a fact you've seen much worse.  Maybe we can get a slot in Grindhouse 2.  You may just want to sell the screenplay though, and not show up for shooting -- real monkeys bite and pee -alot.

You've done so well, I'm scared to touch it yet.  I'll let some of the others take a whack at it first.

So a call to all budding screenwriters on this site --"Please don't let my dream die -- help Peltablo out."

Sorry -- couldn't wait

 . . the trucks slam to a halt and the groups start pouring out.

"It came from the back", exclaims Dr. Hergsley.

Dr. Savage cuts him a "No shit" look and heads with the others to the last truck where a crowd is already gathering.  She is clearly pissed at this interruption and in her mind is already chalking it up to some macho bullshit.

Dr. Hergsley shrieks and jumps back as a small body is tossed from the back of the truck and lands at their feet.

Dr. Savage stares down with steely eyes at the monkey corpse at her feet.  The left arm is missing, there is blood around and in its wide-open mouth .  The mouth is about all that's left of the head as the rest has clearly been blown off.

She doesn't exactly know why, but something about the monkey's color doesn't seem right.

She looks up into the truck and impatiently barks, "What happened?" into the throng of men rapidly yelling and arguing in Spanish.

"The monkey attacked Raul , Dr. Savage, then Guillermo shot it." exclaimed Enrique.  Enrique was the leader and interpreter for the local laborers that they had hired before heading into the jungle.  He was tall, thin, and weathered.  A slightly gaunt appearance, like a spanish version of John Carradine.  He had a pleasant smile under better circumstances, but even under duress, he could be counted on to have an even temper and to keep his wits about him.. The laborers abviously looked up to and respected him.

Her gaze shifted over to the laborer, Raul, that was standing beside Enrique, clutching his arm and in obvious pain.  Blood was seeping between his fingers and dripping to the floor of the truck bed.

"How bad is he injured, Enrique?", Dr. Savage asks

"He was bitten," Enrique responds, "A very deep bite"

"I'll run and get my kit"Dr. Webb says from behind Dr. Savage.  Dr. Nathan Webb is the team's physician.  Tall , dark-haired with a slightly athletic build.  Mid-thirties, from a highly-ranked med school.  The mannerisms of a silver spoon upbringing without the snobbishness.  He runs back to the truck he was riding in to get his bag.

"Don't worry Dr. Savage.  I'll keep you safe" says Guillermo with a slight chuckle.

Savanah turns towards the guard who shot the monkey and notices his leering grin and the fact that his gaze is planted directly on her breasts.  The bastard even sligtly licks his lips as he continues to grin down at her from the back of the truck.  He is ex-Colombian military, slightly overweight with a constant sheen of sweat.  The type that would offer a starving dog a scrap of food, just to get it close enough to kick. He is in command of the ex-military mercanaries that are acting as the expedition's guards. Savanah knew his type well and also knew she would own his balls if he got out of line.  She gave him her best cold-bitch evil smile and turned back to Enrique. 

As some of the laborers were helping Raul down from the truck, Dr. Savage says, "Enrique, set up camp here for the night"  and turning around to Dr. Hergsley, "Herm, get a cooler for that monkey"

She walks back over to Enrique who is supervising the laborers in unloading the tents from the trucks, and asks ,"I only heard one shot.  Where's the monkey's arm?"

"That's the damnedest thing, Dr. Savage.  His arm was already gone when he attacked Raul.  I've never seen one act like that.  He must have been crazy from a jaguar or something taking his arm."

As she walks over to see how Dr. Webb is doing with Raul, she ponders.  She knows that unlike insects, the traumatic loss of a limb to a primate is a fairly debilitating injury and untreated , should result in a fairly quick death.

She'll be very curious when she examines that monkey later.  Very curious and very thorough.

Raul appears to be in shock, although Dr. Webb has stopped the bleeding.  He's sweating profusely and is very pale and keeps mumbling in Spanish under his breath.  He doesn't look well at all, she thinks as Dr. Webb administers a shot. 

She can't help noticing that Dr. Webb does have a nice butt on him.  Who knows she wonders with a small smile, maybe the good doctor will learn some things they don't teach in med school before this trip is over..

At this same time, on the other side of the clearing, Dr. Reiser, one of the chemists is having a hushed conversation with Guillermo.  All we hear is , "Well that is not what the company is paying me to do and if you want to get paid, then you don't start anything until I give the word.  Am I clear?" 

"Clear, doctor"  Guillermo mutters, spits and walks away to wherr his guards are unpacking gear.

Dr. Reiser has a cunning look at the back of the large Colombian guard.  He is short, with wiry black hair and knows full well that although he did a good job of talking Dr. Savage into coming on this mission, that her goals are at odds with those of himself and the Company.  No press reports will be coming out of this jungle, he thinks.  Nothing that might embarrass the Company anyway.

Cut to:  dark shapes with long tails moving through the trees surrounding the camp.  Patience, patience is the message that the brain-slugs deliver to their furry hosts.  The hundreds of furry hosts.  These humans are better prepared than the simple villagers.  The brain-slugs and their monkey army will take a different approach, but approach they will.  Oh yes they will.  Darkness is their friend they know as they watch the sun descend from their perches in the canopies above.

OK-- please--someone elses turn

ok I'm in

Meanwhile, two lab assistants collected the remains of the dead monkey. This trip only sounded exciting when they signed up for it. So far nothing exciting had happened and lets face it Olivia and Travis, being lab assistants, weren't very high up on the totem pole. No one bother much with either of them. They were always the last to about anything. But for the first time they had an opportunity do something other than carry luggage and supplies.

"I'm going to go prep. You can bring the remains in," Olivia commanded as she walked away.

Travis hated when she undermined him. They were both there to do the same thing. Neither were superior to the other. Travis let Olivia think whatever she wanted in order to avoid conflict. Travis grabbed a blanket and somehow managed to put the rotting pieced of flesh wrapped up without causing too much damage. He laid the blanket on the table Olivia had setup in the supply tent, then he left to prep himself.

When he came back, she had already collected the assorted chunks and laid them on the table, Some of them she had already opened. "This monkey seems to have been dead for weeks, maybe months," Olivia noted.

"Seems that way. But you have to take into account that the conditions here are different then what we are used to seeing. The humidity, heat, sun, nutrient rich soil leads to a much more rapid rate of decay.....(pokes, prods and wiggles chunks of fat and muscle) ....but that's not what happened here, " Travis concluded.

"I'd say most of the cartilage is already deteriorated. I'm not sure where to go from here."

"Show someone in the morning. I'm going to go to bed."

Travis snaps off his gloves. Olivia is beginning to open the skull. Travis leaves the tent.

On the way to his tent he can here the monkey victim moaning, but he can also here something else...another moaning voice more like a light purr

Just ignore this if you don't like it. I tried.

Cut to Dr. Reiser sitting in one of the trucks dialing out on a satellite phone.

Reiser gives a paranoid look around as if he doesn't want any one listening in on the conversation. As the phone rings on the other end he can feel the plastic of the phone sliding around on his ear because of the layer of sweat. 'I hate the fucking jungle,' he thinks to himself.

"Dr. Reiser," is what he hears from the other end of the line. The voice is Miss Yuho Katsumi. Her voice matches her appearance; monotone, meticulous and intelligent. That of someone who had no time for anything that couldn't be aligned with the pursuit of her goals. To Dr. Reiser this was someone who he could ignore completely had it not been for her position over him. That very position is what instilled more fear than respect in him.

"Hello Miss Katsumi."

"I assume everything is still on its correct path?"

"So to speak, yes. We already have one impending casualty."

"Any one important?"

"No but I'm afraid our initial estimates of containment may already be obsolete."

"Containment isn't your concern. You're there for a specific purpose and it seems you have a clear and present problem before you. I suggest you take care of it.

"Yes ma'am." Dr. Reiser replies with a tone of anger and reluctance. It wasn't enough that they'd sent him into this godforsaken jungle and convince that icy bitch Savage to tag along, now they actually had him getting his hands dirty. He hadn't spent nine years in Harvard medical and graduated at the top of his class to be humping around in this sweltering hell hole only to end up the executioner of some spic who would've  been gunned down during a drug deal at some point any way.

"I needn't remind you Dr. Reiser, if someone's dick is going to the block on this one it isn't going to be mine and certainly not Mr. Sutton's."

After this there was nothing else to say so he hangs up the phone. He looks down at the machete strapped to the side of his pack. He looked at it for a moment as he pulled it out watching the moon beams reflect off its sharp edge. He'd have to be careful it was still too early for them to know what was going on.