The story opens up with a sloth being cut in half, blood and guts everywhere. Visions of his family and friends flash before his eyes, and transparently over the image of a setting sun, as slowly the frame fades to a dark cloudy grey.
Shadowy figures through a thick mist look down at the viewer, they seem to be assembling something.
The next scene opens up as if it were eyes opening. Camera pans. The sloth from the opening scene has been attached to a miniature tank.
Camera zooms out, the backs of the three figures are in the foreground holding clipboards, “the procedure seems to have gone superbly… vitals seem to be…”
Close cut to the sloth’s eyes darting around, he is thinking “…what did they do to me? How am I still…”
“They replaced yer legs with me.”
“What? Who was that?”
“Look down, ya dingus. It’s me, Tanksy.”
“How are you in my thoughts?”
“We share a soul, we share a heart, we share a mind. You know what you must do, silly.” The tank smiles, a big goofy grin, and winks upwardly at the sloth.
The camera zooms back out to the three scientists; they are all glancing back and forth from their clipboards to the sloth-tank. “The experiment will…”
Explosion, fire, blood and bones rain down from the sky. Screams of women and children can be heard in the background.
The sloth-tank rides through the carnage, the crunch of bone under him as he approaches the viewer. Before leaving the frame he puts a cigar in his mouth and lights it, shielding it from the gusting wind caused by the fire. As the camera slowly fades to black he looks back at the flaming pile of death, wiping blood from his brow. “I am no, experiment. I am…”
Hey Pixar, I know you want to pick this up. Kids will love the gratuitous violence.