A blinding light floods the Council chamber as the great doors creak open. Every NY shields their eyes. Even GOOTS lowers their clipboard.
CAPTION: “From beyond bureaucracy… he comes.”
GOOTS (quietly): “I wasn’t sure he was real.”

Panel 2

Silhouette of the Original NY standing in the doorway. He is older, taller, and radiates unnerving calm. His suit is perfectly fitted. A nametag simply reads: “NY (Origin).”
ORIGINAL NY: “You have… multiplied.”
DOCTOR NY (trembling): “He speaks… in clean font.”

Panel 3

Original NY steps into the chamber. Wherever he walks, the floor tiles shine brighter, more orderly. A falling clipboard halts midair and realigns itself.
ORIGINAL NY: “A man is not measured by jobs stacked… but by the weight of one well done.”

Panel 4

EXI, SAUL, and IVY watch from a high platform. Saul clutches a railing, stunned.
SAUL: “I feel like I just got audited emotionally.”
IVY: “That’s what HR used to be like, before the collapse.”
EXI (smiling): “He’s majestic… and terrifying.”

Panel 5

GOOTS cautiously approaches Original NY. Their usual confidence is gone.
GOOTS: “So… do you agree with me? That they should be disbanded?”
ORIGINAL NY (pauses): “No.”
GOOTS (startled): “What?!”

Panel 6

Original NY places a firm hand on GOOTS’s shoulder.
ORIGINAL NY: “But you were right to make them question. Now let us rebuild… properly.”
CAPTION: “To be continued…”

Wide shot of the Council chamber in chaos. A flashing red screen behind them now reads: “NY SYSTEM: UNDER REVIEW.” Some NYs are being escorted out by robotic bailiffs with tiny gavels for hands.
ROBOTIC BAILIFF: “Your lunch stipend has been revoked.”
PILOT NY (shouting): “You can’t just… gavel me!!”

Panel 2

IVY opens a dusty emergency cabinet labeled “In Case of Goose Coup.” Inside: an old flip phone, a whistle, and a sealed envelope marked “ORIGINAL NY.”
IVY (grim): “It’s time.”
EXI (eyes wide): “You’re really going to summon him?”

Panel 3

GOOTS watches from above on a catwalk, sipping another juice box, clipboard in wing.
GOOTS (muttering): “Some of them were decent… but none were great.”
A shadow begins to stretch behind them.

Panel 4

Cut to a silent scene: ISEN has stepped into the room, standing at full height, shrouded in shadow, eyes glowing faintly. One bottle of Corgi Gin dangles from each hand.
CAPTION: “Meanwhile, something older stirs…”

Panel 5

A button is pressed on the flip phone. A low hum begins. A screen lights up with a pixelated logo: “INITIATING: ORIGIN PROTOCOL.”
SAUL (from hallway, yelling): “Wait, we’re calling the original NY?! Like the… proto-NY?!”
EXI (serious now): “Yeah. The one who had a job before jobs were invented.”

Panel 6

Final panel shows a distant cosmic landscape. A great door carved in stone begins to creak open, light pouring out. A figure in shadow—taller, older, more terrifyingly stable—stands just beyond it.
CAPTION: “He awakens.”

GOOTS stands on a raised cafeteria table under harsh fluorescent lights. A crowd of NYs surrounds them. GOOTS holds up a legal-sized clipboard covered in densely packed writing.
GOOTS: “For years, I’ve been compiling a formal performance review of every single NY across dimensions.”

Panel 2

Close-up of the clipboard. It’s covered in savage, meticulous notes like: “Too much gel in hair—pilot NY,” “Accidentally emailed a meme to entire courtroom—lawyer NY,” “Didn’t know difference between drywall and sheetrock—contractor NY.”
CAPTION: “Category: Competence. Category: Emotional Regulation. Category: Sauce Ratio Management.”

Panel 3

Several NYs gasp in horror. One faints. Another stammers, clutching his tie.
SUITED NY: “That’s… that’s all of us. Even the alt-universe NY who only exists as a ringtone.”
MILITARY NY (glaring): “You never had that authority!”
GOOTS (smugly): “Correction. I took it.”

Panel 4

Cut to SAUL peeking in through the cafeteria window, mouth agape. Behind him, EXI munches popcorn while IVY sighs deeply.
SAUL (whispering): “This is like… judgment day but feathered.”
EXI: “Told you they were cooking something.”
IVY: “I’m going to need a subcommittee and six cold showers.”

Panel 5

Back in cafeteria: GOOTS spins the clipboard dramatically toward the camera. The top page reads in giant, bold red ink: “RECOMMEND: DISSOLUTION OF COUNCIL”
GOOTS: “Effective immediately, all NYs are being put on probation.”

Panel 6

All the NYs erupt in shouting chaos. Some throw their hats, one tries to climb out the window, another curls into a fetal position in a filing cabinet drawer.
NYs (shouting): “This is unconstitutional!” — “I still have PTO left!!” — “I refuse to be reviewed by a goose!!”
GOOTS (calmly): “You may file a complaint… but I won’t read it.”

Flashback panel in muted tones. GOOTS stands at a podium during a council hearing, flanked by NYs. Their name tag reads “Goots (they/them)”. Their beak is mid-open.
GOOTS: “Just saying—if NY really knew what he was doing, why would he need twelve jobs?”
CAPTION: “Six weeks earlier…”

Panel 2

Back to present: The council is visibly twitchy. One NY has bloodshot eyes. Another clutches his briefcase like a comfort object.
CONSTRUCTION NY (shouting): “It’s like their voice lives in my head! I dream of spreadsheets that mock me!”
LAWYER NY (quietly): “They called me… ‘intern-core’…”

Panel 3

Cut to GOOTS on the security camera feed, sitting calmly in the cafeteria in a striped prison outfit, sipping a juice box.
GOOTS (speech bubble from monitor): “Oh look, it’s NY #7. Is he the one who sells knives door to door or the one who cries during CPR training?”
COUNCIL (in unison, screaming): “Goooooots!!”

Panel 4

ISEN steps calmly into the control chamber behind IVY and EXI. Without a word, he hands each of them a small earplug.
IVY: “What’s this?”
EXI (squinting at it): “Anti-goots tech?”
ISEN (silent, pours gin into a teacup): …

Panel 5

The central chamber shakes. DOCTOR NY stands, eyes wide, voice trembling.
DOCTOR NY: “It’s too late. We’ve underestimated them.”
MILITARY NY: “Who?”
DOCTOR NY: “The goose…”

Panel 6

Dramatic zoom on GOOTS as they stand in the cafeteria, hands raised like a prophet, eyes gleaming.
GOOTS: “You may hold the jobs, NYs… but I hold the judgment.”

Top-down shot of the circular table. PILOT NY leans forward, dead serious. Around the table, other NYs murmur worriedly.
PILOT NY: “One of us has breached containment. He’s taken on a twelfth job.”
BUSINESS NY (grimly): “He has become… Freelance NY.”

Cut to a hologram projection in the middle of the table showing a chaotic figure: NY in a poncho, riding a segway, juggling briefcases, a jackhammer strapped to his back.
ENGINEER NY: “He’s everywhere. He’s gigging across timelines. Driving rideshare in Atlantis, officiating weddings in Neo-Brooklyn…”
CHEF NY (interrupting): “He catered my cousin’s baptism and he isn’t even baptized!”

Back outside the chamber: EXI presses buttons on a panel with glee as IVY watches skeptically. ISEN stands behind them, motionless, bottles in hand.
EXI (smirking): “You guys ever see what happens when a man becomes a statistical impossibility?”
IVY: “Just say ‘I broke the NYs’ like a normal person.”
ISEN: (silent, holding out one bottle of Corgi Gin to Ivy)

Inside the chamber. MILITARY NY slams both fists on the table.
MILITARY NY: “He threatens the sacred equilibrium. If one man can do all jobs, what becomes of the rest of us?”
DOCTOR NY: “Existential redundancy.”
SAUL (quietly): “…That’s also what happened to my Tinder profile.”

Suddenly, alarms blare. The central hologram goes static before showing a shadowy silhouette of a rogue NY with glowing red eyes.
HOLOGRAM VOICE: “Unauthorized occupation detected. Intrusion Level: DEITY.”
COUNCIL IN UNISON: “He’s becoming… Jobless and Jobful… at once.”

Close-up on PILOT NY. His expression hardens.
PILOT NY: “We must summon… the Original NY.”
SAUL: “Wait. I thought YOU were the original.”
PILOT NY (ominously): “No. We are but echoes.”

Wide shot of a darkened circular chamber with futuristic doors sliding open. A disoriented SAUL is shoved into the room by robotic arms.
SAUL: “Hey—! I just came here to fix the vending machine!”
ROBOTIC VOICE (off-panel): “You have been summoned.”

Inside the chamber: Twelve identical versions of NY sit around the table, each dressed for a different profession (pilot, chef, doctor, etc.). Their expressions are solemn. One stands up.
PILOT NY (center): “You are in the presence of the COUNCIL OF NY.”
CHEF NY (to the side): “And we have questions.”
SAUL: “What in the Home Depot is happening right now…”

Cut to EXI and IVY outside the chamber, peering at a blinking control panel.
IVY: “Did you seriously override the time-locked door just to prank Saul?”
EXI (grinning, signature claw hands up): “Nah, I wanted to see what would happen if he triggered a universal NY alert.”

Cut back inside. NY in camouflage slams his fist on the table.
MILITARY NY: “The balance of labor is collapsing. One of us is working overtime across realities.”
DOCTOR NY (adjusting glasses): “The vitals of the timeline are unstable.”
SAUL (sweating): “Is this because I told you to ‘pick one job and stick with it’ last Tuesday?!”

A close-up of a screen in the chamber flashing: “MULTIVERSAL OCCUPATIONAL OVERLOAD: CRITICAL”
VOICE FROM SCREEN: “Unstable vocational fracturing detected. Universal NY limit exceeded.”
COUNCIL IN UNISON: “The Council must intervene.”

Back outside: ISEN stands silently behind EXI and IVY, holding two bottles of Corgi Gin. His shadow stretches unnaturally far across the hallway floor.
IVY (not turning around): “…We’re going to regret this, aren’t we.”
EXI (still grinning): “Oh, absolutely.”