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“The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Thirteen” by Thomas Typewriter – a new script

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———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 06, Episode 13

an epilogue

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN


From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “06-13”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. A second set of scripts follows. From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “an epilogue”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. A third set of script scrolls up once the second has left the screen. From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “The Keys to Sadness”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge.

FADE OUT
FADE IN


EXT. THE DOWNHILL, MORNING
The Downhill is the region just past the Hilltop. A traveler through these realms will usually appear in the Sand Dunes, walk to the Hilltop across a landscape that shifts from sand to scrub. They will encounter the Ghostly in the forested area of the Hilltop. Continuing along the trail, they will emerge from the forested Hilltop to a more open gentle downward slope, the Downhill, on their way to the mixed grassland and prairie of The Flatland.

LS OF THE DOWNHILL

THOMAS TYPEWRITER emerges from the forest and works his way down the slope. He follows the trail to a point where it splits. A signpost stands at the split. It is a tall pole covered in a colorful collection of Morning Glories. There are two signs on the post, each pointing down a different trail. One sign has the following text: “THISville”. The other has the following text: “THATville”. The region between the two diverging paths is a prairie grassland filled with many tall grasses and colorful wild flowers.

VARIOUS SHOTS OF THOMAS WALKING DOWN THE TRAIL AND APPROACHING THE SIGN.

MS OF THOMAS LOOKING AT THE SIGN

Thomas stops and looks at the signs.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Thisville or Thatville? Thisville? Thatville? Not really a lot to go on there.”

CUT TO CS OF EACH INDIVIDUAL SIGN AND THEN PANNING TO LOOK DOWN THE TRAIL.

Down the THISville trail is a city in the distance filled with many tall white-ish buildings against a background of dark smoke and clouds. The many buildings seem to be built with outlines of golden light. Glittering shapes can be slighly seen moving through the skies over THISville. Down the THATville trail in the distance is many tall dark colored buildings against a backdrop of greyish white smoke and clouds. The buildings are filled with windows illuminated by harsh flourescent lighting. Glittering shapes can also be seen flittering over the skies here also.


CUT BACK

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Which way do I go. She was not very short on details when it came to which was which. One way looks to be cheerful buildings but the sky is so dark and ominous. The other way has a bright sky but those buildings look so harsh. Is either way better than the other? Do I go that way or the other?”

Thomas looks back and forth down the trails.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“This is so my luck. I find some clue and guide on what to do next and but it turns out it wasn’t enough. Why does this keep happening to me. (pauses) Deep breath. Panicking and self-pity will get me no closer. Okay, take stock of what is known, then act. (A little drawn out as he is thinking out loud) I know there are two paths. Additionally that ghostly lady said there were two different cities ahead. She also said I needed to choose carefully. Yet, did she really offer any insight into which city was a better choice. She claimed she did, but I don’t know. Is this even a choice I should be making. Am I suppose to be on some mystical otherworldly vision trip to discover a deeper meaning to my life or another one of those deep dreams I get every week?”

Thomas Typewriter sits down.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I’ll just sit here till I figure this out. (to self) Okay so you follow the trail, meet the lady, get told there are two paths and then have to choose a path. The path splits to two choices. A bright-dark city or a dark-bright city. It is just so binary. I hate being forced to choose. Yet…do I have to? Is it really only two choices or have I just limited my view. Forwards is backwards. There are no fences or walls, so in theory I could go any direction.”

Thomas looks around.

CUT TO MONTAGE OF WILDFLOWERS AND GRASS. SEE BIRDS AND INSECTS.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “This place is so peaceful. Reminds me of the hay fields where I grew up.”

Thomas’s breathing slows. He extends his breathe in and extends his breathing out. He settles into a four count in, pause, four count out, pause, repeat rhythm.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I know what I am going to do. Instead of walking one of the two paths, I am going to keep walking forward.”
Thomas leaves the trail and starts walking through the grasses and prairie. Butterflies, Dragonflies, Moths and Lacewings buzz around him. Songbirds flitter through the air over him. Thomas smiles at all the beauty around him.

MONTAGE OF THOMAS WALKING THROUGH THE PRAIRIE BETWEEN THE TWO PATHS.

As Thomas walks he the grasses are getting higher and higher. They are ankle high at the start but soon they are shown up to his rib cage. He is actually sweating from the exertion to move through the thicker parts of the prairie.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Really starting to doubt my choice here. This is hard.”

In front of Thomas is a glitter of metal in the grasses. Thomas stops and looks down, parting the grass.

CUT TO CS OF AN OLD KEY IN THE SOIL.

Thomas picks up the key and starts to clean it off.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“What is this doing here? What’s your story?”

Thomas sinks into the grass and down into the soil. He is too focused on the key, turning it over and over, to notice the sinking.

PAN DOWN FOLLOWING THOMAS WHILE ALSO ZOOMING IN ON THE KEY.

In the soil we see Thomas drift one way and the key drifts out of his hand.

PAN DOWN FOLLOWING THE KEY AS IT SINKS

The key sinks through the soil. The dirt grows darker and darker transitioning to a black field.

PAN STOPS

The key falls through the darkness exiting through the bottom of the frame.

CUT TO A SERIES OF CLOSE SHOTS OF THE KEY TUMBLING THROUGH DARKNESS

TRANSITION TO THE LOW-STAGE

THE LOW-STAGE: EXT. THE WIDE WATERS OF THE CIRCULAR RIVER, NIGHT
The Low-Stage is initially dark. A crescent moon rises. It’s soft light illuminates a small sailboat, THE MONUMENT, on the wide section of the CIRCULAR RIVER. The figure of WILLIAM SCOTT FRANCIS KEYES falls in from above the frame landing in the boat. The boat rocks from the vibration, soon settling back into the gentle quiet rhythm of the waves. The title card or title graphic appears superimposed over the scene. It reads “THE KEYS OF SADNESS”. It fades away. The moon sets and the sun rises. As the sun fully crests the horizon, William wakes. He can be seen sitting up in the boat, stretching, and reaching for the rudder. William raises the sail, secures the line. First he secures the rudder. The sail billows, capturing wind. The boat sails exiting stage-left.

CUT TO MS OF WILLIAM SAILING THE BOAT.

CUT TO LS

The Monument sails in from stage-left, sails across the frame, and exits stage-right.

PAN TO THE LEFT SIDE PANEL

The left paneling on the Low-Stage slides open. Inside is a smaller stage displaying the Circular River in the past. From stage-left enters a small sailboat, THE MOMENT, piloted by GRANDPA KEYES. YOUNG WILLIAM sits next to him.

LS OF THE MOMENT MOVING ACROSS THE WATER.

CUT TO MS OF WILLIAM AND GRANDPA

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Grandpa?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Yes.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Thank you for taking me sailing with you.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“My pleasure.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Grandpa?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Somebody was bit by the question bug this morning.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Sorry.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. Go ahead and ask your question.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Okay. How do you know where to go? Isn’t it confusing?”

Grandpa Keyes looks away from the horizon and down at Young William.

GRANDPA KEYES
“Here, hold this please.”

Young William takes hold of the rudder. Grandpa Keys then reaches to the box and grabs out a map.

GRANDPA KEYES
“The first step is a map. Know the symbols and you will never be lost. Anyone shown you how to read a map?”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“No.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“You want to learn?”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Yes.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Okay. Okay, the first thing we want to look for is landmarks. Then we want to find the rose, or north point, to orientate.”

PAN BACK FROM LEFT SIDE PANEL TO THE LOW-STAGE

The Monument sails into the frame from stage-left. William Francis Scott Keyes is consulting a map. He alternates between scanning the horizon and scanning the map, gently nudging the rudder to course-correct as he goes. When the Monument reaches the center of the frame, the wind dies down. The sails deflate and the boat comes to a stop in the center of the frame. The sky darkens and the stage lighting takes on a grayish color.

PAN TO THE STAGE-RIGHT.

The Right Side Panel slides open. It is filled with a dark void. Down floats THOMAS TYPEWRITER. He hovers in the darkness looking at what is occurring on the LOW-STAGE and LEFT SIDE PANEL.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “Is this a vision?”

PAN BACK TO LOW-STAGE

A light rain advances across the stage. A gust of wind hits the sails pushing them. William reaches to steady them, but lets the map slip. It flutters off exiting the frame stage-left.

PAN STAGE-LEFT FOLLOWING THE MAP AS IT BLOWS OUT OF THE CENTER LOW-STAGE AND INTO THE LEFT SIDE PANEL.

FRAME IN ON THE LEFT-SIDE PANEL

In the left-side panel, Grandpa Keyes is still sailing with Young William Keyes in the Moment.

CUT TO MS OF GRANDPA KEYES AND YOUNG WILLIAM

GRANDPA KEYES
“Now, the map is a starting point. It can get you were you need, but it relies on your observations. Can you match the symbols to the landscape around you? Not always so easy. To help us we have the second tool, and possibly one of the most important, the compass.

YOUNG WILLIAM
“I thought the compass was on the map?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Yes, there is a compass on the map, but I am talking about a physical compass. The compass on the map only tells you where North is relative to the landmarks on the map. A physical compass always points north, and through that you can figure out or set your heading.

YOUNG WILLIAM
“How does it work?”

CUT TO CS OF THE COMPASS IN GRANDPA KEYES HANDS

GRANDPA KEYES
(voice-over) “First you hold it flat and let the needle settle pointing north…” (voice over trails off)

PAN FROM SIDE-PANEL BACK TO LOW-STAGE

Go back to the Monument sailing into some rain. William is tying off the sail when we return. A light rain falls down on him. He puts on a raincoat and reaches into a dry box for his compass.

INSERT CS OF THE COMPASS.

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
(voice-over) “Like Grandpa showed us. Hold level. Let the needle settle. Remember the compass wants to help us find our way, it just needs our help.

William grips the center ring of the compass with a finger tip resting on North-East.

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
(voice-over) “Let it know where home is. I was heading North-East before I lost the map, so that is home little friend.”

William rotates the compass ring until North-East lines up with the north facing end of the compass needle.

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
“Now let the compass show you the way.

He then turns his hand until the North facing point of the needle lines back up with north.

CUT BACK TO MS OF WILLIAM

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
(pointing) “That way.”

He loosens the sail line a short bit and grabs the tiller. He does all this with one hand since the other is holding the compass.

CUT TO LS OF THE MONUMENT

The boat slowly changes direction in the rain. Lightning starts flashing in the distance. As the boat sails, the lighting grows closer. THUNDER can be heard. The first rumble is far off. The second strikes closer. The third boom is close, with little gap between lighting and thunder. A lightning bolt hits the water next to the Monument.

CUT TO MS OF WILLIAM

William throws up his hands to shield his face from the light. THE THUNDER detonates, rocking him back into his seat. His arm with the compass flies up, the compass slipping from his grip.

CUT TO CS OF THE COMPASS. FOLLOW IT.

It arcs through the air landing in the water, quickly sinking below the waves.

CUT BACK TO LS OF THE MONUMENT

The Monument floats in the water. There is a burn mark on the side nearest the lightning strike. Luckily, the boat was only singed and not on fire. William is lying back on the floor of the boat recovering from the intense flash of light and loud noise.

PAN OVER FROM LOW-STAGE TO THE LEFT SIDE-PANEL

LS OF THE MOMENT SAILING THE CIRCULAR RIVER

CUT TO MS OF GRANDPA KEYES AND YOUNG WILLIAM

Young William is holding the compass while Grandpa Keyes is navigating the boat.

GRANDPA KEYES
“There you go, you’re getting it. (pause) Now, at some points in your life, you’ll find yourself without a map or a compass or any tools.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Then what.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“You do like your ancestors and use the stars.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“How so.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“There are patterns in this world, and if you know how to read them, you can get a sense of where you’ve been, where you are and just possibly where your going. When we are sailing, the stars are an alternate guide we can use.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“They are patterns?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“We can see patterns in them, yes, and use those patterns to help us. It is too bright to see all of them right now, but the starting point star we can make out during the day. Tonight, when we get back home, I’ll take you out to the backyard and show you the constellations. But for now, let’s focus on the North Star.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Does it point north?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“It is always in the north, and bright enough to see during the afternoon and evening. Why don’t you use your compass to find north, and then see if you can spot it.”

Young William looks and uses the compass. Finding the north direction, he looks up and starts to scan the horizon.

CUT TO LS OF THE MOMENT

The Moment sails out of the frame, exiting stage-left.

PAN FROM THE LEFT-SIDE PANEL TO THE LOW STAGE

Night has fallen and there is a break in the storm clouds. The sky is filled with stars. William Francis Scott Keyes comes to and gets up. He rubs his head and looks around, checking on the state of the boat. Deeming it still sea-worthy, he sits at the back. He places his hand on the rudder, but hesitates to move it. He looks around trying to remember which way he was previously headed. He can not recall.

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
“Okay. Look for the patterns and you might be able to tell where your headed. First find the North star.”

William scans the sky, finally locating the North Star.

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
“There it is. Okay, Mama Bear is leading Baby Bear north except the Dragon crawls between them to the west. There, Baby Bear and Mama Bear. Between them is the Dragon. And if his head is over there, and he is heading west, then east is the other way. That means North-East is that way.”

William points and moves the rudder.

CUT TO LS OF THE MONUMENT

The Monument slowly corrects course as it sails out of frame, exiting stage-left.

CUT TO LS OF THE CIRCULAR RIVER FURTHER ALONG

It sails back into the frame further down the vast Circular River. The night sky has a gap in the storm clouds allowing the stars to be seen shining in the sky. The approaching storm clouds are significantly darker than the receding storm clouds. A heavy storm approaches.

LS OF THE MOMUMENT. PAN WITH THE MONUMENT SO AS IT STAYS IN THE CENTER OF THE FRAME.

The heavy storm rolls across the stage. Heavy rains batter the boat while strong winds push at the sails. William Francis Scott Keyes struggles to pull in the sails and secure the lines. The water becomes choppier. The storm pushes waves of increasing size against the boat.

CUT TO MS OF WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES

William is struggling to secure the gear but the waves are cresting over the side of the boat knocking him back and forth. He finally gives up and grabs onto the seat.

CUT TO CS OF WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES’ FACE

William closes his eyes and grips tight.

WILLIAM FRANCIS SCOTT KEYES
(to self) “Hold on.”

PAN OVER TO THE LEFT SIDE-PANEL

LS OF THE CIRCULAR RIVER IN THE PAST

The Moment sails in from stage-right. Young William is looking ahead, while Grandpa Keyes is at the rudder.

GRANDPA KEYES
“There is one last thing to discuss if you want to learn how to sail.”

WILLIAM KEYES
“Does it apply to life as much as sailing.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Everything in sailing applies to life, but yes this most definitely does.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“What is it then?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Here it is: Hold on.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“That’s it?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“That’s it.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
(looks at Grandpa for a moment) “Is this a joke?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“No, I am serious.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“I don’t get it. When would I need to do that?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Oh, you’d be surprised. Sometimes, in spite of all your preparedness, all your skill, you end up in trouble. And when that happens, the only thing you can do is grab hold of something and endure until the trouble passes.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Oh. Okay.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“But it is also hold on to the good moments in your life. Memories of time with loved ones, memories of success, memories of forgiveness, moments of kindness, connection. A good memory can keep up your strength while you hold on, while you waiting out the storm.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“What do you think of Grandpa?”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Your Grandma.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“Really.”

GRANDPA KEYES
“Absolutely. I think back to when we were kids and I remember her laugh. It was a great laugh. Her whole face filled with joy. I also think about how even though I was not the nicest to her, she still took a chance on me. If she, a person who could be filled, beaming, with joy and good saw something good in me, maybe I can believe there is.”

YOUNG WILLIAM
“That’s pretty cool Grandpa.”

They sail in silence for a few moments.

YOUNG WILLIAM
“If it is alright with you, I think I’d like to remember this. Our time together.”

Grandpa Keyes reaches over and puts a hand on Young William’s shoulder. He squeezes it then lets go.

PAN OUT SO AS BOTH THE LOW-STAGE, THE LEFT SIDE-PANEL, AND THE RIGHT SIDE-PANEL ARE VISIBLE.

In the left Side-Panel, The Moment lazily sails down the Circular River. In the Low-Stage, the Monument struggles in the storm. The rain stops and the waves sink. The water grows calm. Meanwhile over in the Right Side-Panel, Thomas Typewriter floats in a void watching the events unfolding in the Low-Stage and the Left Side-Panel. Back in the Low-Stage, William Francis Scott Keyes sits up. He takes a moment to look around and see the storm has passed. He cheers in triumph at having survived the storm. He reaches under the bench and pulls out a bucket. He starts to scoop out the water in the boat. In the left Sid-Panel, Young William hears William Francis Scott Keyes shout and looks at him bailing out water. He leans over and says something to his grandfather. Grandpa Keyes nods in agreement. He then hands the map to Young William who folds the map into a boat shape. When finished, Grandpa Keyes hands him the compass. He puts it into the boat and leans over the side of the boat supported by Grandpa Keyes. The paper boat bobs on top of the water. Young William gives it a gentle push and it sails towards the Low-Stage, exiting the Left Side-Panel. Young William and Grandpa Keyes return to their seats. The Moment sails out of frame and the Left Side-Panel closes.


PAN AWAY FROM THE LEFT SIDE-PANEL, SO AS TO FRAME JUST THE LOW-STAGE AND THE RIGHT SIDE-PANEL.

In the Low-Stage, William Francis Scott Keyes continues to bail out the boat. From the side of the frame closest to the Left Side-Panel drifts in the boat made from the folded map. The paper boat bumps into the Monument. William sees it as he dumps a bucket of water. He leans over and retrieves the little boat. He takes out the compass and sets it down near the rudder. He then unfolds the map and looks around the horizon. He sits down at the rudder and turns the boat. It sails out of frame. The curtains on the Low-Stage close.

PAN OVER TO FRAME ONLY THE RIGHT SIDE-PANEL.

Thomas Typewriter floating in the void, drifts up and out of view of the Right Side-Panel.

PAN OUT TO SHOW ALL OF LOW-STAGE AND THE TWO SIDE-PANELS

The lights illuminating the Low-Stage and Side-Panels dim and flicker turning off.

FADE OUT.

“The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Eleven” by Thomas Typewriter

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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 11

by Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN


From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-11”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up, pausing in the center before continuing upward. It exits through the top of the frame.


FADE OUT


The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING rings out from the darkness.


FADE IN


INT. THE HILLTOPS, EVENING
A rounded hill of scrubland stands at the juncture or overlap of vast rolling sand dunes of white, brown, and gold sand meeting a large primeval forest dotted with swaths of prairie flowers. A walking path runs across the Hilltops. Near the center of the Hilltops, just next to the path is a tall post made of irregular length boards roughly nailed together. Hanging from the top of the signpost is an elaborate stained glass lamp, currently lit, suspended on an intricate golden chain. Numerous vines of morning glories, runner beans, and trumpet vines grow up the post. A little further down the path from the signpost sits THOMAS TYPEWRITER, Z-MOUSE, and The GHOSTLY around a camp fire. All of them are eating pizza and drinking soda.
LS OF THOMAS, Z-MOUSE, AND GHOSTLY

Z-MOUSE
(to Thomas) “So what brings you around Thomas.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I was working for Ophidia, and needed a break.”

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS AND Z-MOUSE

Z-MOUSE
“How’s that going?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Good.”

CUT TO CS OF THE GHOSTLY

THE GHOSTLY
“Who’s Ophidia?”

CUT TO CS OF THOMAS

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“An animator and also my fiance.”

CUT TO CS OF GHOSTLY

THE GHOSTLY
“Oh. Congratulations.”

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS, Z-MOUSE, AND GHOSTLY

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Thank you. So I was working for Ophidia and it was just so boring. I don’t know how she can stand it but animating is not for me. The inside of my head was just screaming louder and louder. I needed a break. Closed my eyes and turned inwards. ”

Z-MOUSE
“I must admit I am surprised to see you here.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Yeah, me too. I really thought I was going to end up in the Writer’s Room. Speaking of the Writer’s Room, how is it going? Any progress?”


Z-Mouse shakes his head.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Oh well. How about you? Why aren’t you at the meeting.”


Z-MOUSE
“The dreams were pulling me too strongly to stay awake. Next thing I know I am here.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“And where is here exactly?”


THE GHOSTLY
“This is the Hilltop. The spot where the Sands and the Valleys overlap. All travelers having survived thirst or flood find themselves here before moving onto the Fields.”

Z-MOUSE
“Hilltop? That’s the name of this place?”

THE GHOSTLY
“Truly.”

Z-MOUSE
“That makes your whole speech make more sense.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So this is like a warning speech?”

Z-MOUSE
“Oh yeah, the Ghostly haunts this trail.”

THE GHOSTLY
“Truly, it is my burden to warn all travelers of the choices they must make when they venture beyond to the Fields.”

Z-MOUSE
“She appears to every traveler and delivers this light show and monologue. A real production. It is really quite a show. You should see it.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Could I?”

CUT TO CS OF GHOSTLY

THE GHOSTLY
“I don’t know. It’s embarrassing and I’d rather not. I’m enjoying this. Just eating some pizza and hanging out. I don’t get to do this kind of thing very often.”

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS AND Z-MOUSE

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Oh please.”

Z-MOUSE
“Don’t be embarrassed.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Pretty please.”

Z_MOUSE
“Pretty please with a cherry on top.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Yes, cherry on top. And I promise, we’ll do more eating pizza and shooting the breeze.”

CUT TO CS OF THE GHOSTLY

THE GHOSTLY
“Okay, I’ll do it.”

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS, Z-MOUSE AND THE GHOSTLY

Thomas and Z-Mouse cheer.

THE GHOSTLY
“Give me a moment to prepare.”

The Ghostly stands and fades out of view, disappears.

Z-MOUSE
(to Thomas) “You’re going to really like this.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I hope so.”

TRANSITION FROM THE HILLTOPS TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE HIGH-STAGE
THE CAMERA PANS UPWARD TO THE STARS MOVING ON TO THE DARKNESS OF SPACE.
DISSOLVE FROM THE DARKNESS OF SPACE TO THE HIGH-STAGE CURTAINS

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-stage curtains part and the stage-lights turn on to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING UP revealing…


HIGH-STAGE: EXT. THE DOOR TO PANACEA’S OFFICE IN THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, EVENING
A long hallway spreads across the stage. The back of the stage is a metal wall, painted a light matte cream color. Horizontal stripes of yellow, blue and brown run the length of the wall. The yellow stripe runs across the center to a door in the center of the stage. The stripe of yellow follows the doorframe creating an effect of ringing the door.


PANACEA FLAUTO
(voice-over) “Medi-pod: Journal entry starting now. We have finished our examination and initial treatment of the two youths brought to us by the Count. They do show signs of injury consistent to previous cases of decompression and exposure to vacuum but not to the severity that they should have. Additionally they exhibit burns consistent to exposure to high energy. Possibility due to the proximity to the Ir-Ra and its corona.”


CEDAR WAXWINGS, in a Medi-pod rolls in from stage-left. In one hand he is holding a bag of food. He approaches the door and knocks on it.


PANACEA FLAUTO
(voice-over) “The fact that these kids even survived out there was remarkable. What were they doing out there? How did they end up in that Sat-bot? Did somebody save them, and if yes, who?”


Cedar Waxwings extends his arm and knocks a second time.


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Getting sidetracked here. Okay, medical journal. Alright where was I. Burns, right. Besides the previous symptoms they also exhibited minor abrasions and are currently unconscious. Their condition is not severe enough to warrant Medi-pods. (pauses) Medi-pods! Oh, what time is it!”


Cedar Waxwing knocks on the door a third time. He waits a few minutes and then knocks a fourth time. He waits a moment for a response and finally accepting no one is inside turns to leave. From off stage the sound of RUNNING FOOTSTEPS approaches. PANACEA FLAUTO runs in from stage-right.


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Wait!”


Cedar turns and waits for her. She runs over, places on hand on his Medi-pod for support and tries to catch her breath.


PANACEA FLAUTO
(severely winded) “Hate…running…so…much. Hey…Cedar…how…are…you?”


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“You okay.”


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Yeah, just winded.”


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I brought you some dinner.”


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Thank you.”


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Did you forget we were going to watch the next episode.”


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Honestly?”


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Honestly.”


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Yes. Some new patients got admitted and I lost track of time.”


Cedar pulls out a container from his bag and hands it to Panacea.


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“So tell me about it.”


Panacea slides down to sit on the floor and opens the container. She takes a bite of salad.


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Oh, this is good.”


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Thanks. You are always eating those salads with pine nuts, so I thought you might like this. You were saying new admits.”


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Yeah, so they found these two kids out in space.”


Cedar pulls out his food container from the bag.


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Really?”


PANACEA FLAUTO
“Really.”


CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Then what?”


The stage-lights turn off with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.


TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO THE HILLTOP


DISSOLVE FROM THE HIGH-STAGE CURTAINS TO THE DARKNESS OF SPACE


THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD FROM THE DARKNESS OF SPACE ACROSS THE STARS IN THE SKY AND THEN DOWN TO THOMAS AND Z-MOUSE IN THE HILLTOPS


EXT. THE HILLTOP, EVENING.
MS OF THOMAS AND Z-MOUSE
THOMAS TYPEWRITER and Z-MOUSE sit around a log fire burning on the top of a hill. They fidget with anticipation. The fire POPS then briefly flares.


THE GHOSTLY
(off-camera) “Listen well traveler, for having made it this far you are now faced with a choice.”


The flame of the fire dies down, casting Thomas and Z-Mouse into shadow. From out of the frame, stage-right, comes a spectral glow. Thomas and Z-Mouse turn their heads to look at the source of the glow.


CUT TO LS OF THE GHOSTLY
The Ghostly has appeared, floating in the air off to the side of the fire. She glows with a bright spectral energy.

THE GHOSTLY
“For you have survived what the world has given you. You have moved and made distance. Where you started is no longer where you are. Now comes the point where you will reach a fork in the road and must choose a path. But be aware one path leads…”

The Ghostly’s glow dims a little bit.

CS OF THE GHOSTLY


THE GHOSTLY
(as an aside to Thomas Typewriter and Z-Mouse) “And that is where most everyone says ‘Oh, thank you’ and keeps walking on. But if they were to stick around this is how the rest of it would go.”


CUT BACK TO LS OF THE GHOSTLY


THE GHOSTLY
“But be aware that one path leads to Abundance while the other leads to Self-Absorbtion. I am not able to tell you which path is ultimately yours to travel. Nor am I allowed to tell you how to discern which path is which. The steps you have taken before, to get here have determined that. But you have a few more steps to take before choosing, so please listen to this tale of the city that let it’s story become part of your last few steps…last few steps and ….and…and I don’t remember the rest.”

The Ghostly’s glow dims and turns off.

THE GHOSTLY
“It has been centuries since I reached even this point and its all kind of fuzzy to me now.”

Z-MOUSE
“Good thing no one sticks around then.”

THE GHOSTLY
“I know, right.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Do you remember any of it?”


THE GHOSTLY
“Something about a great golden city in the past and elves. They did something or made some bad magic or talked to the dead and some got corrupted. They can’t get along and the city splits into two.”

Z-MOUSE
“Wow, I might of oversold this.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“You think. Oh, well. A break is a break and I am not going to complain. I’ve got pizza, soda, friends, and the love of someone who sees me. Life is good.”

The Ghostly returns to her seat around the campfire and picks up another slice of pizza.

Z-MOUSE
“I’ll toast to that.”

Thomas, Z-Mouse, and the Ghostly each lift up a can of soda.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Salute!”

Z-MOUSE AND THE GHOSTLY
“Salute!”


THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(to self) “La vita è breve, ma l’arte è lunga.”

They each drink from the soda can and start giggling.

FADE OUT

“The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Ten” by Thomas Typewriter

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 10

by Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN


From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-10”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up, pausing in the center before continuing upward. It exits through the top of the frame.


FADE OUT
FADE IN


MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

DISSOLVE TO A PROPERLY FRAMED SHOT OF MID-STAGE OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

The curtains of the Mid-stage area of the TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE fill the screen. They are currently closed but soon they part. The stage lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICKS STUDIOS, DAYTIME
A long desk spreads across the stage. It has a monitor, keyboard, mouse and scanner on the desk. A stack of papers sits next to the scanner. Behind the long desk is a drawing table with an animator’s light-box at an angle to the desk. The long desk has a simple office chair while the drawing desk has a padded high stool. A doorway sits to the stage-left side of the desk. THOMAS TYPEWRITER sits at the desk scanning pages. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE sits at the desk behind him, drawing animation cells.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Ophidia?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Yes.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Would you mind if I laid my head down a moment? I’m a little tired and my eyes are starting to hurt.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“No problem. Go ahead and rest.”

Thomas lays his head down on the desk.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM THE MID-STAGE AND PANS UPWARD. IT GLIDES OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS HANGING BEHIND. IT CONTINUES UPWARD FOLLOWING THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. AT THE TOP, THE HIGH-STAGE EMERGES. LOCK INTO PLACE PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-stage curtains open and the stage lights turn on with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON.

HIGH-STAGE: INT. LANDING BAY 0610 OF THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, EVENING
A metallic wall runs along the back of the stage. It has two metal support beams bolted to the wall. A brown stripe runs along the wall from the center of the stage to the stage-left. The numbers “0610” are stenciled above. The stripe ends at two large elevator doors. A freestanding mirror is off to the side. On the opposite side of the stage is a large inner bay door and control panel. HYGIEIA FLAUTO stands at the controls. Dressed in a blue workers scrub, sanitary face mask, gloves, a tool bag with a wrench patch and a sanitation patch slung over one shoulder and a belt of a living bronze snake stands at a platform near the large bay doors. Meanwhile, both the elevator signal lights light up. The elevator doors open. PANACEA FLAUTO emerges. The mirror shimmers and a bright light shines out of it. IASO THERAPUTICIA steps through the mirror. The shine fades away and the mirror returns to normal.

IASO FLAUTO
“Sister.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Sister.”

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“Yes, yes, Sisters.”

A control box lowers down on a double cord, one coiled the other straight, to HYGIEIA. She grabs hold of it and presses a button causing the large bay doors to start to open. The doors slowly open with a mechanical rattle. The front portion of THE COUNT sparkship enters. Hygieia presses a second button on the control panel and the Count stops. There is a discharge of smoke and fog as the ship equalizes pressure. Panacea and Iaso walk over and stand by Hygieia.

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“Alright, the ship is docked. So what are we expecting here.”

Panacea pulls out her Med-corder and reads a file on the screen.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Dad said they were bringing in two youths, injuries unknown.”

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“Where does a sparkship find kids in space.”

IASO FLAUTO
“I don’t know but we better be on our best behavior because that ship is Musica’s boyfriend.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Musica, as in head of the Solar/Lunar fleet.”

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“They’ve openly admitteing this? Finally time they did.”

IASO FLAUTO
(to Panacea) “Co-chair, remember she has a twin, but yes.” (to Hygieia) And no, not officially yet, but everyone knows.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Oh yeah, the bat girl.”

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“Be careful what you say, she might here you.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Wait, seriously.”

IASO FLAUTO
“She was the one who found your boyfriend with those bat ears.”

Panacea looks between the two of them. Hygieia nods yes. Iaso nods yes. Panacea starts to blush.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“He’s just a…I mean…He’s not my boyfriend. We just like hanging out together.”

Iaso and Hygieia exchange a look.

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“Guess Musica’s not the only one in denial.”

There is a BEEPING NOISE as a platform lowers from the front of The Carro.

HYGIEIA FLAUTO
“Time to shine ladies.”

The platform continues to lower. BARBARO BUFFO stands on the platform. Next to him is a rolling cart holding a burned Sat-Bot. The top portion of it’s double pyramid octahedron is open. Inside sit FINNOCCIO FORESIGHT and BALLERIA FORESIGHT. They are a pair of newborns cradled in a bed of fennel leaves. The stage-lights turn off with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA UNCOUPLES FROM THE HIGH-STAGE. A BIT OF THE NARRATOR’S STAGE ENTERS THE FRAME AS THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD. IT GLIDES ACROSS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. DOWN AND DOWN IT PANS. THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS SLIDE INTO THE FRAME AS THE CAMERA FINISHES PANNING DOWNWARD. IT STOPS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICK STUDIOS, DAYTIME
A long desk spreads across the stage. It has a monitor, keyboard, mouse and scanner on the desk. A stack of papers sits next to the scanner. Behind the long desk is a drawing table with an animator’s lightbox at an angle to the desk. The long desk has a simple office chair while the drawing desk has a padded high stool. A doorway sits to the stage-left side of the desk. THOMAS TYPEWRITER sits at the desk, head resting on hands and eyes closed. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE sits at the animation desk behind him drawing.

CUT TO CS OF THOMAS’ FACE AND HOLD THE SHOT FOR A MOMENT

FADE OUT

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO THE MANY SANDS

FADE IN

EXT. THE MANY SANDS, DAYTIME.
A fire sits in the center of the stage. Z-MOUSE and THE GHOSTLY sit around the fire conversing. Behind them sand dunes spread stage-left while grassy scrubland spreads to the stage-right. Just to the side of the fire stands a fancy stained lamp on a post made of old and worn boards. The lamp stick has a look to it denoting old and tall. As if it walked to this spot, set down roots like a tree, and branched out.

Z-MOUSE
(writing in notepad) “That is very interesting. And have travelers always reacted that way?”

THE GHOSTLY
“No. Sometimes, and mind you this is a very rare thing, they choose the other path.”

Z-MOUSE
“Do you think it is because they listen to what you have to say?”

THE GHOSTLY
“I’d like to think so, but most likely it is a mixture of dumb luck and listening. What about you? Do all your siblings listen to you.”

Z-MOUSE
“I don’t know. I’ve never really had any ideas to suggest. More of the deep thinker type.”

From stage-left THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters. He is dressed in a pizza delivery uniform and carrying a pizza box and six-pack of Satellite Soda.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Did somebody order a pizza?”

Z-MOUSE
“Thomas!”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Z-Mouse!”

Thomas walks over to the fire and sits down.

THE GHOSTLY
(to Z-Mouse) “Who’s this guy”

Z-MOUSE
“He’s kinda like my boss.”

THE GHOSTLY
“He doesn’t seem much.”

Z-MOUSE
“Don’t be fooled. There’s more parts to him than visible at first. That may not even be his true face.”

THE GHOSTLY
“I see.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Pizza anyone?”

Z-MOUSE
“I’ll take some.”

THE GHOSTLY
“Me too.”

Thomas opens the pizza box and offers it to Z-Mouse and the Ghostly. They each take a slice. He then offers each a soda. Z-Mouse nods yes but the Ghostly nods no. He breaks off one can and hands it to Z-Mouse. He then breaks off a second can. He opens the can and takes a sip. They sit around the fire eating pizza and drinking soda.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(extends hand to the Ghostly) “I’m Thomas by the way.”

THE GHOSTLY
(shakes his hand) “You can call me the Ghostly.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Good to meet you.”

THE GHOSTLY
“Likewise.”

Thomas sits down. Z-Mouse continues to eat his pizza while The Ghostly sips from her soda.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So what was I interrupting?”

PAN UPWARD TO THE SKY ABOVE THE FIRE. SPARKS DRIFT UP ACROSS A STARRY SKY.

Z-MOUSE
(off-stage) “Not much.”

FADE TO BLACK

“The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Nine” by Thomas Typewriter – a new script

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 9

by Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN


From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-09”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up, pausing in the center before continuing upward. It exits through the top of the frame.

FADE OUT
FADE IN


GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Fade-in to exterior of the Unroom Not.Seven. Long shot of the revolving door to the unroom Not Dot Seven.”


FADE IN


EXT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN’S REVOLVING DOORWAY, TWIXTLIGHT


LS OF THE REVOLVING DOOR


The revolving door entryway to the Unroom Not.Seven sits center. The wall it is built into is not visible, giving the doorway the illusion of free standing. A bright round globe is attached to the invisible wall above the revolving door. The door itself is a cross shaped revolving door, made from two lines crossing at ninety-degree angles on a central round pipe. There are four sections in the door allowing up to four people to use the door at one time. Each section is glass panel with a horizontal hand hold or push bar mid-center. Above the push bar painted on the glass is the following symbol: “ .7 ”. The bottom of each interior glass panel has a rubber skirt. Semi-circular glass enclosures wing out from either side of the doorway. There is enough space between them to allow one person using the doorway to exit or enter at a time.


GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Pan inward from outside the Unroom to inside to the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage through a series of cuts.”


The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING drifts through the doorway.


TRANSITION FROM THE DOORWAY TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE


PAN IN TOWARDS THE DOORWAY AND THEN INTO THE UNROOM NOT.SEVEN THROUGH A SERIES OF CUTS. EACH CUT IS ACCOMPANIED BY THE SOFT SOUND OF A PIECE OF PAPER BEING DRAGGED ACROSS ANOTHER.


INT. UNROOM NOT.SEVEN, TWIXTLIGHT
The unroom Not.Seven is a room of indeterminable size. In front of the doorway are semi-circular rows of grey carpet squares. They radiate out from a wooden disc sitting near a possible center of the space. The TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE sits on the wooden disc, facing towards the grey carpet squares. The entire scene is softly illuminated by spindly metallic lamps at the end of the rows. The lamp’s cords snake off into the distance, of which you wonder the distance.


LS OF THE UNROOM FROM JUST INSIDE THE DOORWAY

PAN IN TO THE MID-STAGE AREA OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE THROUGH A SERIES OF CUTS. PAN IN UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE. EACH CUT IS ACCOMPANIED BY THE MODERATE SOUND OF A PIECE OF PAPER BEING DRAGGED ACROSS ANOTHER.


MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-stage curtains part, and the stage-lights turn on with THE LOUDER SOUND OF A PIECE OF PAPER BEING DRAGGED ACROSS ANOTHER and also A CLICK OF A LIGHSWITCH TURNING ON, revealing…


MID-STAGE: A STACK OF PAPERS

CS OF A STACK OF PAPERS.

A tall stack of cells or paper illustrations for Ophidia Operahouse’s short film sit before the camera. From stage-left, THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S fingers come into view and grab the top sheet. They drag and lift the top sheet out of the frame. It makes the PAPER SCRAPING ACROSS PAPER sound we have been hearing before now.

CUT TO

MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICKS STUDIO, DAYTIME
A long desk runs across the stage while a drawing desk sits behind the long desk. On the long desk is a computer monitor, small desktop, keyboard, mouse, a scanner, a bin, and a large stack of papers. THOMAS TYPEWRITER sits at the desk moving pages from the stack of papers to the scanner. Thomas leans over grabbing the top page from a stack of papers to the side of the computer. He opens the scanner lid and places the paper inside. After closing the lid, he fiddles with the computer. The HUM AND WHIR of the scanner activating goes out. Thomas opens the scanner lid when it finishes. He removes the sheet of paper and places it in a bin to the opposite side of the desk. Behind him sits OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE at the second desk. It is an animator’s desk with full light table. Various pencils and squares and drawing guides sit on top of the desk. To her side is a shelf of pull-out bins. Various papers and extra drawing materials fill the bins. Ophidia focuses on her drawing, leaning over to finish a drawing while Thomas scans. As he scans his third piece of paper, Ophidia stretches in her chair. She gets up and walks behind Thomas, tenderly placing her hands on his shoulders. He reaches up one hand, the one not using the computer mouse, and places it on top of her hand.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I’m going to stretch my legs and get a snack. You want anything?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Something to drink would be nice, if your offering.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Oh, I am offering.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(looking at Ophidia) “Then I am accepting.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Be right back then.” “Then I’ll be right back. “Be right back.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Okay.”
Ophidia exits stage-right. Thomas puts away the sheet he is currently scanning and reaches for a new one.

TRANSITION FROM THE MID-STAGE TO THE HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE AND PANS UPWARD. IT GLIDES UP AND OVER THE SETS, GLIDES OVER THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS, UPWARD AND UPWARD. ONCE IT REACHES THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS AND THE HIGH-STAGE LOCATED THERE, IT STOPS PANNING WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-Stage curtains open then the stage-lights turn on with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. PANACEA FLAUTO’S OFFICE IN THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, EARLY EVENING.
Panacea’s office is a desk sitting in the middle of the stage with the back walls lined by filing cabinets of various heights. On top of each filing cabinet are multiple stacks of books and papers. Crammed between the stacks of books, in any open spaces are various rolled up medical charts, boxes, and medical equipment. There is one succulent emerging from the filing cabinets on the stage-left, its long leaves dropping out causing a splash of color in the office. Panacea’s desk is a large metal affair, covered in stacks of medical charts and paperwork. Two spare Med-scanners sit on the side of the desk amidst a collection of empty coffee cups. PANACEA FLAUTO sits at her desk, feet propped up, reading through a stack of files. She has a small black and white Vid-screen, in an antiquated case, sitting on top of the files in one of the pulled out filing cabinet drawers. The Vid-Screen is on but not actually set to a channel yet. It is displaying a static snow signal. There is a KNOCK ON THE DOOR from off-stage.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Who is it?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
(off-screen) “Cedar.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Oh, come on in.”

Panacea puts the folder away and starts to move the paperwork from her desk. CEDAR WAXWINGS, inside a Medi-pod, rolls into the room from stage-right. He enters holding a bag of food from the ship’s cafeteria.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I didn’t know which salad you preferred so I got both. Sorry if that is a problem.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“That’s no problem. That was nice of you.”

Cedar sets the bag on the desk. Panacea reaches into the bag and pulls out two containers of salad and two cans of Nutri-Soda. She reads the labels on both salads and picks one.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Did you grab any napkins.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“No, sorry. Was I suppose to?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“That’s okay. I’ve got some in my desk.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“From all your desk dinners.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Hey, I have a lot of paperwork with this job.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I can see that.”

Cedar holds up his hands in mock surrender. Panacea shakes her head but smiles. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out some napkins. She then turns to the Vid-screen and turns to Channel 200 “The Bird House”. The title credits for the movie “North by North by Northwest” play across the screen.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
(while trying to grab the other salad off the table) “So what’s on tonight?”
Panacea pushes the other salad to the edge of the desk, so as to be closer to Cedar’s reach. Cedar is then able to pick up the salad container.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Soap Bubble Medical Theatre is on hiatus this week, so I thought we’d watch this oldie, North by North by Northwest. Ever seen it?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
(pouring salad container into a drawer that opened on the front of his Medi-pod) “No, what is it about”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“It is about a young boy who decides to travel the world looking for new parents but is mistaken for a spy and pursued by shadowy agents.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Sounds interesting.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“It is. Just watch and you’ll see.”

They turn towards the Vid-screen as the opening sequence for “North by North by Northwest” plays.

NORTH BY NORTH BY NORTHWEST OPENING SEQUENCE:
INT. ATTIC PLAYROOM, DAWN
Open on a nondescript Attic that has been converted to a children’s playroom. The rafters have been covered in a medium-dark paneling with a the top half painted in white to increase the feeling of openness in the space. Green vines and leaves are hand painted along the edges of the white painted areas to add a soothing decorative element. A window is situated at each end of the playroom. The window facing the dawn has shafts of sunlight pouring through it, illuminating strips of the room. A short table with a train set sits in the center of the space. Around the room, various toy vehicles sit scattered among various buildings made of building-block toys. The selection of toys and buildings can vary but there will need to be a cab, a commercial plane, a crop-duster prop plane, a bicycle, a dogsled, a car, a cruise ship, a skyscraper with reflective windows, Mount Rushmore, a country manor, a mall, an igloo, and a hotel.

PROGRESS THROUGH A MONTAGE OF CLOSE-SHOTS OF THE TRAIN AND THE SPECIFIED TOYS AND BUILDING MODELS. EACH SHOT DISSOLVES INTO THE NEXT. END THE SEQUENCE ON AN ANGLED SHOT OF THE SKYSCRAPER.

MATCH DISSOLVE FROM THE IMAGE OF THE MODEL SKYSCRAPER TO A SHOT OF AN ACTUAL SKYSCRAPER. THE PLACEMENTS AND ANGLES OF THE WINDOWS NEED TO BE THE SAME BETWEEN THE MODEL AND THE REAL BUILDING. THE FIRST DETAIL TO COME IN WILL BE THE REFLECTION OF TRAFFIC IN THE WINDOWS. ONCE THE DISSOLVE COMPLETES HOLD THE SHOT TO SHOW THE TRAFFIC AND COMMUTERS IN THE STREET SCUTTLING BY.

CUT TO

EXT. HITCHLEH REIBEL CITY, RUSHHOUR
Hitchleh Reibel City is a large metropolitan city in the midst of rushhour. Countless people are getting off work and heading home for the day. They flood out of buildings at the heart of city, that stab at clouds, to huddle in buses, subways, cabs and cars that flow through routes branching like veins. The oxygen is leaving the city to be distributed to the outlying districts.

PROGRESS THROUGH A MONTAGE OF SHOTS OF PEOPLE LEAVING BUILDINGS, WALKING IN LARGE GROUPS DOWN STREETS, GETTING ONTO BUSES, GETTING ONTO SUBWAYS, GETTING INTO CABS, AND GETTING INTO TRAINS.

CUT TO CRANE SHOT OF GRANTWOOD AVE

NORTH NORTHERLY, a young child of around eleven dressed in a youth ice hockey uniform, is walking down the street.

IRIS IN ON NORTH NORTHERLY

CUT TO A MONTAGE OF NORTH NORTHERLY WALKING ACROSS VARIOUS STREETS AND BRIDGES AND PATHS IN THE CITY AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TO…

INT. THE ROSE & COMPASS MALL, DAYTIME
The Rose & Compass Mall is a large multi-story mall. Glass lined ceilings overlook three levels of shopping. Tiled floors lead to small landscaping beds, tranquil fountains, and a sensible layout of escalators.

FOLLOW NORTH WALKING ACROSS THE MALL TO THE MESSAGE CHAIRS THROUGH A SERIES OF MEDIUM SHOT AND LONG SHOT CUTS.

The Message Chair section of the mall is near the end of one wing of the Rose & Compass Mall. It is located in the common area outside the Old Timerz achor store. On one side can be seen a Skolnic’s Ice Crem Sandwich Parlor, a Huskyberry clothes store, a couple Satelite Soda vending machines and a few benches. The Messaging Chair section itself has four messaging chairs with accompanying coin operation slots. Three of the chairs are occupied by SOUTH SOUTHERLY, WEST WESTERLY, and EAST EARLY. South is a young girl of around ten dressed in a little league baseball uniform. West is a young boy of around ten dressed in a youth football uniform. East is a young boy of around nine dressed in a youth track outfit. They are all in the middle of a circle of chair messages. North walks up, puts some money in the unoccupied chair, and then sits down. The chair starts to shift and then vibrate as the messaging mechanisms kick in.


NORTH NORTHERLY
“Oh, I needed this.”

SOUTH SOUTHERLY
“Tell me about it. I had the worst day.”

WEST SOUTHERLY
“Sorry, but no way you had the worst. I had the worst.”

EAST EARLY
“With all due respect, your both wrong. I had the worst.”

SOUTH SOUTHERLY
“You two don’t know what your talking about. How about you North. You going to claim you had the worst and then we get into this whole one-upmanship thing.”

WEST WESTERLY
“I’d never do that.”

EAST EARLY
“You’d absolutely do that.”

NORTH NORTHLY
“I don’t get it. Just don’t understand.”

WEST WESTERLY
“Understand what?”

NORTH NORTHLY
“Why don’t they like me? I get perfect grades, pitch perfect games, and deliver a perfect Shakespearean soliloquy. What did I do wrong? These are all traits of values to others but not them.”

In the background of the frame, MALL CLERK enters searching for someone.

MALL CLERK
“Mr. Carlson? Mr. Arthur Carlson?”

SOUTH SOUTHERLY
“I stand corrected, your having a worse day.”

WEST WESTERLY
“Worse than mine.”

EAST EARLY
“Definitely.”

MALL CLERK
“Mr Arthur Carlson? Is there a Mr. Arthur Carlson present?”

North leans forward in the messaging chair and throws his arms up in exasperation.

NORTH NORTHLY
“I don’t understand! Owww.”

North recoils his arm and grips is shoulder wincing in pain.

SOUTH SOUTHERLY
“Are you okay?”

WEST WESTERLY
“That looks like it hurts.”

NORTH NORTHLY
“I might have thrown out my shoulder in the game due to the stress of my ongoing existential crisis.”

EAST EARLY
“At least its not an ontological crisis.”


The Mall Clerk sees North gestures and walks over to him.

MALL CLERK
“Mr. Carlson, I have been looking all over the mall for you.”

NORTH NORTHLY
“I’m not Carlson. “

MALL CLERK
“Sorry.”

NORTH NORTHLY
“Do you know somewhere I can buy some aspirin?”

MALL CLERK
“Second floor over by Ramblewoods is a drugstore.”

NORTH NORTHLY
“Okay. Thanks.”

CUT TO

MS OF THE SOFTLY-DRESSED MAN AND LOUDLY-DRESSED MAN

Down the hallway, near the escalator and maps, stand the SOFTLY-DRESSED MAN and the LOUDLY-DRESSED MAN. They are observing the Message Chair Area.

LS OF THE MESSAGE AREA FROM THEIR ANGLE OF VIEW

The events of North Northly walking up to the Message Chairs and speaking with the other children plays out. The Mall Clerk comes in and starts asking for Mr. Carlson. When North raises his arm they look at each other.

INSERT CS OF THEM NODDING AT EACH OTHER.

This should be enough to play in the background of the main scene as Cedar and Panacea eat lunch.

END OF NORTH BY NORTH BY NORTHWEST OPENING SEQUENCE

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“This is nice.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Yeah, it is.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I meant the salad, but this is nice too. Can you turn it up?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Sure.”

She stands and leans over increasing the volume on the vid-screen. She then sits back down, steals a glance at Cedar and smiles. The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The light from the Vid-screen stays on. The High-stage curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA UNCOUPLES FROM PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT GLIDES TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS LOCATED BELOW THE HIGH-STAGE. IT CONTINUES PANNING DOWNWARD THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. SOON THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS POKE UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE FRAME. CONTINUE PANNING DOWNWARD UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICKS STUDIO, DAYTIME
A long desk runs across the stage while a drawing desk sits behind the long desk. On the long desk is a computer monitor, small desktop, keyboard, mouse, a scanner, a bin, and a large stack of papers. THOMAS TYPEWRITER sits at the desk moving pages from the stack of papers to the scanner. Thomas leans over grabbing the top page from a stack of papers to the side of the computer. He opens the scanner lid and places the paper inside. After closing the lid, he fiddles with the computer. The HUM AND WHIR of the scanner activating goes out. Thomas opens the scanner lid when it finishes. He removes the sheet of paper and places it in a bin to the opposite side of the desk. Behind him is an animators desk with light table and a shelving of pull-out drawers. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE enters stage-right carrying a tray with two drinks and a bowl of snacks.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I am back.”

Thomas stops reaching for a new sheet and scoots his chair back, allowing Ophidia room to walk in. She sets the tray down on the computer desk.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(handing Thomas a glass) “This is for you.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(taking glass) “Thank you.”

Ophidia retrieves a stool from off screen stage-right and sits down. She picks up the bowl and takes a bite. She then offers some to Thomas. He takes a small handful.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“So, hows it going.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Okay I guess. I never realized how monotonous animation was.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Yes, but I like it.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“No, I didn’t mean that as an insult. I am sorry if it was. I was just thinking that maybe it was a blessing in disguise that I lost the ability to draw or cartoon.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“That is kind of dark.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Yeah, but not as much as it sounds. Just more of realizing this would not of worked for me. Also it makes you even more amazing in my eyes that you are able to do this. You are something special.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Aww, thank you. So, I watched this funny show last night.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So we’re changing subjects. Okay. What was it?”

Thomas reaches for some more snacks.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Campus Ladies.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“My mom was just going on about that show when I talked to her yesterday. How is it?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Funny.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So what is it about?”

Thomas scoots his chair closer to Ophidia. She scoots her stool closer to Thomas.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Well, these two older ladies decide to go back to college.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Like take night classes or move into a dorm full-time?”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Dorm full time, in fact that is part of the joke. Like their roommate thinks they’re Moms dropping off their kids.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Really.”

Ophidia starts to giggle and Thomas moves in closer.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Okay, so the ladies decide to go to a party down the hall, to try to meet people. They get blasted and stumble back to their room super late. They find their roommate crying and start tucking her in and kiss her goodnight. I laughed and laughed.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Did you now?”

Thomas takes a hold of Ophidia’s hand. She returned the gesture with her other hand.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I did.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Then what happened?”

Thomas and Ophidia lean in closer to each other, about to kiss. The stage-lights turn off with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-stage curtains close.

FADE OUT

“The Great Works Project: Season 6, Episode 8” by Thomas Typewriter – a new script

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 8

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-08”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up, pausing in the center before continuing upward. It exits through the top of the frame.

FADE OUT
FADE IN

EXT. Y-APARTMENT, SUNSET
The darkness of the empty screen slowly starts to develop twinkles of starlight.

PAN DOWN FROM STARRY SKY ACROSS THE WARM COLORS OF A SUNSET

Y-MOUSE
(off-camera) “Beautiful.”

CUT TO

EXT. DECK OF APARTMENT Y, EARLY EVENING.
A wrought iron deck on the edge of the apartment with an art deco inspired metal railing. A deck chair and small table sit off to the side of the sliding door. The view from the deck looks out at sloping hills of late season autumnal trees. Fiery colors burst across the skeletal branches as the fall of leaves and march into winter continues. Y-Mouse sits on his deck watching the sunset, sipping from a tall glass of Seltzer Beer.

MS OF Y-MOUSE

He stares out in deep thought. After a moment, a GROUP OF CHIMES starts to chime. There sounds like six different chimes, each at a different pitch and interval. Through the window and glass doorway, six different colors blink: red, blue, orange, green, yellow, and purple. Each color blinks in intervals with one of the six different chimes. Y-Mouse turns his head to look toward the apartment.

CUT TO CS OF GLASS DOOR SHOWING BLINKING LIGHTS.

CUT BACK

Y-Mouse stretches and stands. He casually strolls into the apartment.

CUT TO LS OF Y-MOUSE FROM ACROSS THE GLASS DOOR

The deck’s sliding glass doors open onto a studio apartment kitchen/living room combo. The kitchen stands off to stage-left and the living room to stage-right. An L-shaped counter divides one area from the other. A wicker couch sits off the stage-right. Just out of frame is a small entryway with a thin table. Above the table hangs three coat hooks. On one side of the table stands the Narrator’s Door. To the other side of the table, down the short hall of the entryway is the door to the Y-Stairwell. Holding his drink, Y-Mouse walks in. He looks at the couch and sees the blinking colored lights coming from under the couch. He nods his head in understanding and walks into the kitchen. He opens a drawer and pulls out a notepad and pencil. He then walks to the Narrator’s door and steps through.

TRACK Y-MOUSE

PAN THROUGH THE NARRATOR’S DOOR

TRANSITION FROM THE Y-APARTMENT TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE: NARRATOR’S BALCONY

LS OF THE NARRATOR’S BALCONY

CUT TO MS OF THE Y-MOUSE

Y-Mouse closes the door behind him as he walks onto the deck and sits on the edge. He looks over at the closed curtains of the High-Stage.

PAN OVER TO PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The curtains for the High-Stage part. The stage-lights turn on to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: EXT. THE FAR EDGE OF THE FOREVERCAGE
The vast immaterial unfilled echo is broken by two figures, one small and the other large. THE WARDROBE OF A THOUSAND AND ONE COSTUMES floats off to the stage-right of the center. A small model of THE SPACE EGG floats to the stage-left of the center. It slowly glides towards the Wardrobe.

CUT TO

INT. THE SPACE EGG
THE INNER-SPACE MAN sits in a sleek astronaut’s chair, working buttons on the console. In front of him sits a curved console and curved view screen. The console has a center monitor in the shape of a circle bisected by a long rectangle. This is the Space Egg’s text display. All of the Space Egg’s dialogue will scroll across the text display as it comes out of the speakers. Around the text display sit various-sized hexagonal buttons. The view screen sits on a curved wall coming off the console. It bears the same circle bisected by a rectangle design, only much larger. It is currently displaying the approaching Wardrobe of a Thousand and One Costumes. Uncomfortably Crammed into the small space behind the pilot’s chair sit BIFF THE RABBIT and ROCKEY THE PET ROCK. A stack of paper and crayons sits between the pair. Drawings of an egg in a detective’s coat and fedora and a giant radioactive monster can be seen in the stack of papers.

THE SPACE EGG
(voice-over?) “There it is.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Roger. See if you can use that gap in the doors we used last time.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Already on it.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“What is that!”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“It’s a giant wardrobe.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“I can see that, but why is it so large. When we pretend the Wardrobe of a Thousand And One Costumes is like maybe twice our size. Not the size of a mountain.”

THE INNER-MAN
“Wait, you’ve seen this thing before.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Yeah.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Interesting”

CUT BACK TO


EXT. THE FAR EDGE OF THE FOREVERCAGE
The model of the Space Egg is now very close to the Wardrobe of a Thousand and One Costumes. The wardrobe rotates so that we can see the front doors and the small gap at the bottom. The Space Egg flies into the gap.

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE


THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT SCROLLS OVER THE BOTTOM OF THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BELOW. IT FOLLOWS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS DOWN AND DOWN. SOON THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS PEEK UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE FRAME. THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING DOWN, SLIDING OVER THE SETS UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICKS STUDIOS, DAYTIME
The stage-lights are off but turn on to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON. A long work desk stretches across the stage. A computer, monitor keyboard, and mouse sit near the center of the long desk. Nearby sits a scanner. Behind the desk and off to the stage-right side sits a taller drawing table with an animation light table. Various bins filled with paper and drawing tools sit on a shelf near the drawing table. A taller chair is pushed into the drawing table. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE stands just inside the doorway, having flipped on the room’s lights. THOMAS TYPEWRITER stands partially in the doorway.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I am glad to be helping but I am not sure how much help I will be. I really can’t draw anymore, not without my hand acting up.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“That’s okay. I can handle the drawing for both of us. What I need is help on the computer.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I can handle computers.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I know you goofball. Now, why don’t you come in here and I’ll show you what I need you to do.”

Thomas and Ophidia enter the room and sit down at the computer desk. Ophidia standing behind him and Thomas in the chair.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Okay, the first thing you do is open this program here.”

She places her hand on top of Thomas’s over the mouse. A strobe light pules across the back of the stage and the sound of FABRIC ROUGHLY SCRAPING OVER FABRIC. Thomas quietly takes in a deep breath and then slowly exhales. The strobe light and fabric scraping sound stop. Ophidia gently guides his hand.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Like this?”

OPHDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Yes, exactly. Just like that.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I am glad I agreed to this.It feels good to working on art again, even if it is not my own.”

Ophidia gives him a quick kiss

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I am glad you said yes too. Okay, once that is open you are going to start scanning from the pile over to the side of you.”

Thomas and Ophidia freeze as the stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING OFF.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS UPWARD. IT MOVES OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TO THE CLOUD OF CURTAINS BEHIND. IT ASCENDS TO THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS AND THE HIGH-STAGE LOCATED THERE. IT STOPS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: THE GANTRY OF THE WARDROBE OF A THOUSAND AND ONE COSTUMES
Made of silvery metal, with tall handrails and pole lighting, the Entry Point gives a feeling of a cross between a dock or boardwalk and a spaceship. The long metallic dock joins to a pier-like space opposite the door. A series of round concentric rings, the walkway juts out from the center.

LS FROM GANTRY OUT TOWARDS THE DOORS OF THE WARDROBE OF A THOUSAND AND ONE COSTUMES

The bottom section of the door can be seen extending down from the upper corner of the frame. From the gap between the two doors, a small model of the SPACE EGG flies in. When it enters, two rows of lights slowly blink to life. They light starting at the end nearest the doors moving inward. The Space Egg follows the lights as they turn on.


CUT TO…

HIGH-STAGE: THAT PLATFORM BASE AREA IN THE WARDROBE
Weak lights click on and up brightening the walkway. It is a metal boardwalk with thin pipe rails. The entire space is of such a scope and size that the lights are not bright enough to illuminate the far walls of the space they have flown into. Two corridors branch out from the landing area, going left and right. Just beyond the boardwalk and corridors is an amphitheater-like space with descending rings of seats. In the center is THE LARGE MEMOCRYSTAL, an irregularly shaped crystal. It is the size of a boulder and appears to be made up of various-sized crystals. On the large crystal sits THE INFORMATIVE SCUTTLER powered down and sleeping.


LS OF THE SPACE EGG

THE SPACE EGG enters from stage-left and lands. It’s ring of light dims as it powers down.

CUT TO MS OF THE SPACE EGG

The top of the Space Egg opens up with A PRESSURIZED HISS. THE INNER-SPACE MAN sits in the pilot’s chair with BIFF THE RABBIT and ROCKEY THE PET ROCK crammed behind the chair. They all stand and stretch. The Inner Space Man exits the Space Egg first. He nearly tumbles down while exiting awkwardly, making a loud racket. Biff reaches for him but the Inner-Space Man waves him off while making a few hops to recover his balance.


CUT TO MS OF THE LARGE MEMOCRYSTAL PEDESTAL


The Informative Scuttler languidly perks one of its eye stalks up. The eye stalk focuses and the refocuses as it realizes the others have returned. It starts to power up.

CUT TO MS OF THE INNER-SPACE MAN AND THE SPACE EGG

The Inner-Space Man stands up, righting himself. Rockey moves to the edge of the Space Egg and Biff the Rabbit moves behind him.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
(to Rockey and Biff) “Careful on that first step. Here, I’ll help”
The Inner-Space Man reaches up and Rockey jumps into his hands. He sets Rockey on the ground. He then reaches up to help Biff.

IRIS EFFECT FOCUSING ON BIFF

CUT BACK TO MS OF THE MEMOCRYSTAL PEDESTAL

It stands up in surprise. It quickly crawls down.

FOLLOW THE SCUTTLER

CUT TO MS OF THE BACK WALL OF THE WARDROBE.

The back wall of the Wardrobe looks like a long wall of dark green stained wood. The wood grain is still visible in large swirls. The floor has changed from the metallic flooring of the gantry to a dark polished stone. A triangular doorway is built into the wall. This doorway is one of many similar doorways stretching the length of the back wall. The doorway is edged by a nice scalloped edge that runs along the floor like a connecting ray between the triangular openings. Each doorway is a little larger than a scuttler. The Scuttler enters from stage-left and hurriedly moves into the nearest doorway. From behind the door CONVERSATIONS OF EXCITED CLICKS AND GEARS WHIRRING sound. The Informative Scuttler reemerges from the doorway dragging THE EMPAATHA KEY. It is a dual-sided key made from a crystal similar to the memocrystals, in colors of gold, silver, and bronze. The top of the key looks like an abstracted doorway. A pair of Scuttlers emerge holding the end of the Empaatha Key. A large group of Scuttlers follows the trio, flowing out of the doorway. In the group are four Scuttlers carrying THE CHOICE CRACTION. It is a squarish stone block composed of grey basalt-like stone. The entire surface is streaked with black obsidian-like crystals and white quartz-like crystals. In the center of the Knowtwhole is an opening made from two overlapping circles. The streaks of obsidian and quartz are visibly increased inside the openings. The parade of scuttlers exits stage-left.

CUT TO THE LANDING GANTRY

MS OF THE INNER-SPACE MAN, BIFF THE RABBIT, AND ROCKEY THE PET ROCK STANDING NEXT TO THE SPACE EGG.

BIFF THE RABBIT
“So, you’re saying all of this, this place, is in my imagination. Like we are physically in that abstract space.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“That is our going theory.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“That’s a lot to process.”

The group of scuttlers enters from stage-right.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Yes, but there is more…” (pauses as he notices the scuttlers) ”Oh hey, Eggsey it’s our old buddy. What’s up….” (trails off)

They walk past the Inner-Space Man and approach Biff. The Informative Scuttler holds up the Empaatha Key while the others bow.

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Why are they bowing to me?”

ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
“Maybe it’s the noble way you carry yourself.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“I don’t know. Normally they’re constructing things.”

The Informative Scuttler gestures for Biff to take the key.

ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
(whisper to Biff) “Don’t be rude. Take the thing.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
(whisper to Rockey) “How do I know they’re offering it to me. Maybe it is someone else’s”

Rockey steps forward towards the Empaatha Key. The scuttlers shift it back out of reach. He tries a few more times to touch the stone, but the scuttler crowd moves it out of reach each time.

ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
(whispers to Biff) “There. Does that convince you? Now, take it and say thank you. You’re starting to look silly.”

Biff reaches forward and takes the Empaatha Key.

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Thank you?”

The crowd of scuttlers now turns to the Inner-Space Man. They present to him the Choice Craction. He leans over and picks it up.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Thank you?”

The scuttlers turn and all exit except the Informative Scuttler. It crawls back behind the Large Memocrystal.

THE SPACE EGG
“What was that about?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“I don’t know.”

The Inner-Space Man moves closer to the Space egg on one side of the stage while Biff moves closer to Rockey on the other. Each examines the interesting gift they were given.

A LINE GOES UP IN THE CENTER OF THE SCREEN SETTING UP A SPLIT SCREEN

EACH SIDE OF THE SPLIT SCREEN PANS IN ON THE DUO IN THAT SIDE.

EACH SIDE OF THE SPLIT SCREEN PANS INTO A CS OF THE GIFT OBJECTS, THE EMPAATHA KEY OR CHOICE CRACTION, ON THAT SIDE OF THE SPLIT SCREEN


Hold for a few moments before the High-Stage lights turn off to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-Stage curtains then close.

FADE OUT

“The Not So Puppet Show: Season One, Episode Four” by Thomas Typewriter – a new script

scripts, The Not So Puppet Show

———–<.thom.>———–

THE NOT SO PUPPET SHOW

Season One, Episode Four

“The Broken Book of Beasties: Book 1, Part 2”

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN


Title sequence plays

FADE OUT
FADE IN

INT. BORDERTOWNE MIDDLE SCHOOL LUNCHROOM, MID-DAY
A long cafeteria table spreads across the stage. Behind the table are tall frosted windows in utilitarian frames. Shapes of trees and a general daylight illumination can be seen through the frosted glass. In the upper portions are small round dents and circling cracks from various kids in the neighborhood next to the school shooting the windows with BB guns. Even though there is some daylight coming through the windows, the Lunchroom is bathed in strong fluorescent lighting. CHADWELL BAGPIPES, ANTWELL CONCRETE, MIKEWELL LETTERS, and ARROWELL RAILROAD are sitting at the table eating their school lunches.

LS OF THE GROUP

THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from stage-left. He is carrying his metal lunchbox, decorated in characters from the “Peanuts” comic strip, and the latest issue of The Not So Zine. He sits down next to Chadwell. All four of the boys are friends and exchange hellos. Thomas opens his lunchbox and pulls out a bag of chips. He quickly eats all the chips. He then folds the bag flat and places it in front of him on the table. Chadwell, Antwell, Mikewell, and Aaywell all notice this and turn their heads to watch what Thomas is doing. From stage-left enters GREG RASHES. Greg is a tall, lean, blonde teen with acne in the grade above Thomas. He walks over to the area in front of Thomas, avoiding blocking Thomas from view.

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS AND GREG

GREG RASHES
“Hey, nerd.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“I am not a nerd Greg. You will find my grades preclude me from qualifying as a nerd.”

GREG RASHES
“Whatever. Let me have your chips. I’m hungry.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“Sorry, Greg. I already ate them.”

GREG RASHES
“What? But you did that yesterday and I asked you to not do that. How can I eat your chips if you eat them first.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“I don’t know what to tell you, Greg. (flatly) I just can’t control myself when it comes to chips.”

GREG RASHES
“Me either. Okay. But tomorrow save them so I can take them.”

Greg exits stage-right.

CUT BACK TO LS OF TABLE

ANTWELL CONCRETE
“Thomas, what was that about.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“It is just Greg trying to bully me into giving him my chips.”

MIKEWELL LETTERS
“And he just accepts that you ate them before he got there.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“Yeah, he’s not a very good bully.”

ARROWELL RAILROAD
“I’d say so.”

CHADWELL BAGPIPES
“Well, if he tries anything we’re with you.”

MIKEWELL LETTERS
“Yes.”

ANTWELL CONCRETE
“Yes.”

ARROWELL RAILROAD
“Maybe. Anyways, what does everyone think of using my map for Zonepoints today?”

Arrowell pulls out a notebook and flips it open. Chadwell and Antwell lean in and start discussing it with him. Thomas lets out a gentle and soft sigh to himself. Mikewell notices and looks at Thomas. Pulling a sandwich out from his lunch, Thomas starts to read the Not So zine. Mikewell is unsure of Thomas’ mood but ultimately joins the others in looking at Arrowell’s notes.


CUT TO MS OF THOMAS EATING HIS SANDWICH AND READING THE NOT SO.

CUT TO CS OF THE NOT SO ZINE

TRANSITION FROM THE BORDERTOWNE MIDDLE SCHOOL TO THE BOOK OF BROKEN BEASTS
FADE INTO THE NEXT

———–<.thom.>———–

THE BROKEN BOOK OF BEASTIES

“Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”

Part Two of Three

By Thomas Typewriter and Primo Operahouse-Typewriter & Secondo Operahouse-Typewriter

(c) 2XYZ thomas typewriter

————-<:type:>———–

FADE IN


TITLE SEQUENCE


The title “The Broken Book of Beasties” appears far off in the dark screen, written in bright red flowing script. The word Beasties, unlike the rest of the title, is written in a thick slashing font. The title flies towards the camera and past the edge of the frame. The dark screen is filled with a shimmer as the following text appears in white block letters: “Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”. It fades away in a shimmer. In the absence appears the following test: “Part Two.”


PAN DOWN


The dark screen fades to light grey as the “Part Two” slides off the top of the screen from the camera panning


TRANSITION FROM TITLE TO THE TRILIBRIS


INT. THE ALCOVE AT THE BACK OF THE TRILIBRIS’ MAIN ROOM, DAYTIME

The Alcove is a dark wood wall decorated with gold and brass metal in long blocky snaking patterns illuminated by two torches. In the center of the alcove is a podium holding THE CODEXIAN. The Codexian is a thick book, with covers of a purple stone and thick leather binding. The front cover has a vertical row of three circles made from gold wire on the binding side. The other side is a snaking angular pattern similar to the patterns on the alcove walls. The pattern snakes down to two horizontal lines across the bottom portion of the front cover. It is currently open to the middle of its binding with THE GREY MOUSE off to the corner looking in at the illustrations on the page.

MS OF THE CODEXIAN


CUT TO CS OF THE CODEXIAN


Golden scroll-work forms a border around a central image across the two pages. Inside the border is an image of THE BAKER leaning on her counter looking forlorn. The image is done in a style combining woodblock prints and illuminated manuscripts. Small hands of THE GREY MOUSE enter the bottom of the frame followed by the head and body. The Grey Mouse is leaning over the page.

THE GREY MOUSE
“Squeak”

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “That is funny. It almost sounded as if you asked why she was sad.”

THE GREY MOUSE
“Squeak.”

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “Oh, you did. I’ll unpack that later. Back to the story and your question, maybe the Baker was sad because they had spent so much time fleeing and surviving that they had forgotten how to live. Or maybe something simpler. While she was a good baker and well respected in the community, baking was something she never considered very glamorous.”

THE GREY MOUSE
“Squeak.”

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “I understand that makes no sense to you and how amazing bread is, but if you could lean off the page I can continue the story.”

The Grey Mouse moves out of the frame.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “Thank you.”

The page turns. The illustration shifts between a series of images of The Baker mixing dough and baking bread.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “The Baker would find her mind wandering to certain thoughts repeatedly. I used to be someone who mattered. I used to be the best bookbinder in the city. Now I bake bread. Now I don’t know my value. Anyone can bake bread. Where is the specialness in that.”

The page turns. The illustration shows The Baker at her counter. At this point, the illustrations start to show some basic animation. Where before they would fade from one static drawing to another, each picture now has a little bit of animation in each sequence. The Baker leans on her counters and sighs. The sigh appears as a written sound effect on the page. The Baker then starts to think, with her thoughts written out in thought bubbles over her head. The Codexian narrates her thoughts as they write across her thought balloon.

THE CODEXIAN
(Voice-over) “I used to be one of the best. Now I just make bread. Bread. Ugh. People used to come from all over the city to buy one of my spell books. I was respected. I was important. I was a true artist. Now, what am I? I make bread. Ugh. So common. So pedestrian. What is the value of a common thing? More importantly, what is the value in those who make common things?”


The thought bubbles fade away and the Baker leaves her counter. The empty counter fills the page momentarily before the Codexian continues the story.


THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “And so she would have continued self-flagellating if not for a simple moment.”

It changes to The Baker at her counter. A MOTHER and YOUNG DAUGHTER enter the shop. The Baker waves hello. The Mother approaches the counter and purchases one loaf of bread. She breaks off a bit of the heel of the loaf, steam rises from it, and hands it to her daughter. The image shifts to the daughter eating the bread, closing her eyes, and smiling. The illustration shifts to the Mother shocked at the smile quickly shifting to smiling and turning to speak to The Baker.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “The mother said something so simple it cut through all the Baker’s doubts and disappointments. She said this is the first time she’s smiled since the fleeing. Thank you. You have no idea how much that is worth to me. How much better that makes my day.”

The Mother and her daughter leave the bakery. The illustration shifts to the Baker at her counter visibly moved and affected by the Mother’s words.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “The Baker, as the mother and her daughter left the bakery, realized that maybe there is something worthwhile in baking bread. She also realized that as great as she felt about her current situation now, she was still dwelling on the past. It was a poison and she needed to let go.”

The page turns. The new page shows an illustration of The Baker at the front window of her bakery. She rotates the open sign to close. She then locks the door before walking to a table in the back room. The table is laid out with bookbinding tools and supplies.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “The Baker decided she would make one last book and then move on, putting that part of her life behind her.”

In a series of vignettes, the Baker makes a book. Note that the Baker incorporates some extra steps not usually included in bookbinding. The prestigious bookbinding career she has been remembering was binding spell-books. She rubs each page with various herbs. Once all the pages are rubbed, she places the remaining herbs in a pan and burns them. The ashes she mixes with oil into a paste. She then messages some of the paste into the leather cover and binding strings. She then continues building the book. At the end, she pulls back the oil and ash mix. She dips a small brand into it and then heats it over a flame. The oil flares with streaks of red, blue, yellow, orange, and green. Then she presses the hot brand onto the cover of the book. Smoke rises from where the brand touches the leather. When she removes the brand, the Baker sees that five colors are leaking from the brand into the leather: red, blue, yellow, orange, and green. She sees the bleeding colors and is surprised. She runs her fingers over the colors and the book starts to shimmer. The Baker disappears from the room in a flash of light.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “The Baker soon discovered that the world has a way of surprising you.”

The page turns. The Beastlands fill the new page. A landscape of orange grass and prairie fills the foreground while in the background blue mountains, green forests, red forests, and yellow sand dunes spread out. In the bottom corner of the illustration, a sparkle appears fading out becoming an image of the Baker. She looks around, confused as to what just happened.

CUT TO CS OF THE BAKER

THE BAKER
“Well, this is a surprise.”

CUT BACK

Hold a moment as The Baker stands in the vast new realm. The page turns to reveal a closer image of the Baker standing with the orange grassland behind her. She is looking around with a face of pure joy. In the grass behind her comes a “rustle” sound effect. The Baker turns to look for the source of the noise. From the grass emerges a Furocerous. It is a large rhino-like creature covered in very thick fur. The fur is longer on the head and shoulders than the rest of the body. It charges towards the Baker. The fur on its head stiffens into a kind of plate armor. The Baker screams in surprise and fear with the words of her scream drifting out across the page. The illustration cuts to a close-shot of the Furocerous running. It then cuts to a medium-shot of the Baker backing up then falling down and scrambling backward. She pulls up the spellbook in a feeble attempt to shield herself. The illustration then changes to the Furocerous colliding with the Baker and her spellbook in a bright flash of orange light.

The page turns and now the illustration is of a long shot of the outside of the Bakery. There is a flash of orange light. The illustration shifts to the inside of the Bakery. The Baker materializes in the air in a flash of orange light and flies backwards against the display. Her spellbook goes flying in another direction. The Baker shakes her head and slowly gets up. She checks her body for injury and does not find any. She starts to laugh to herself.

THE BAKER
“Did that just really happen? That is too wild.”

She walks over to the spellbook and retrieves it from under a table. The spellbook looks different. She examines the changes. The front cover branding now has a line of orange in it. She then opens the book and sees an image of the Furocerous surrounded by a circle of runic patterns and scroll-work.

THE BAKER
“Wow.”

She runs her fingers over the image. The illustration changes to a close-shot of the spellbook’s page. She then runs her fingers in a circle along the scroll-work and runes. The image shifts to a very close-shot of her fingers moving over the ink. The SCAPING OF HER FINGER OVER THE PAGE follows. Thee ink starts to softly glow orange. The orange light starts running up her fingers, creating a brighter and brighter glow. The illustration shifts back to the bakery. As the Baker runs her fingers over the page a spectral glowing version of the Furocerous explodes out and into the bakery display pushing it back. The spectral disappears. The Baker looks back and forth between the spellbook and the display case. A large smile spreads across her lips. She starts to run her fingers over the page again. The illustration cuts back to the longer shot of the Bakery from outside. A bright orange light flashes out and then the entire bakery shakes.

FADE OUT
TRANSITION FROM THE STORY INSIDE THE NOT SO TO THE CAFETERIA
FADE IN

INT. BORDERTOWNE MIDDLE SCHOOL CAFETERIA, MID-DAY
A long cafeteria table spreads across the stage. Behind the table are tall frosted windows in utilitarian frames. Shapes of trees and a general daylight illumination can be seen through the frosted glass. In the upper portions are small round dents and circling cracks from various kids in the neighborhood next to the school shooting the windows with BB guns. Even though some daylight is coming through the windows, the Lunchroom is bathed in strong fluorescent lighting. CHADWELL BAGPIPES, ANTWELL CONCRETE, MIKEWELL LETTERS, and ARROWELL RAILROAD are sitting at the table leaning in to look at a notebook Arrowell is holding. THOMAS TOPHAT sits to the side of them reading the Not So zine.

CS OF THE SCRIPT IN THE NOT SO ZINE

CUT TO LS OF THE GROUP AT THE TABLE

Chadwell and Antwell are writing some notes on Arrowell’s Zonepoints map. A TEACHER’S WHISTLE blows from off-screen. Everyone except Thomas gathers up their lunches and belongings. Antwell, Mikewell, and Arrowell exit stage-left. Chadwell stands and walks over to Thomas, tapping Thomas on the shoulder. Thomas looks up and Chadwell points off-stage stage-left.

CHADWELL BAGPIPE
“Lunch is over. If you would rather read than play Zonepoints, that is okay. You can keep score instead of playing.”

Thomas nods yes. He gathers up his belongings and exits stage-left with Chadwell.

FADE OUT

“The Great Great Works PRoject: Season Six, Episode Seven” by Thomas Typewriter – a new script

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 7

an intermission

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN


From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-07”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up as if in fast-forward. It exits through the top of the frame. It is then followed by “an intermission” scrolling up from the bottom of the frame. It moves upwards, momentarily pausing in the center, then exiting the top of the frame.

FADE OUT
FADE IN

INT. SUNKEN LIVING ROOM OF BIFFINGHAM’S HOUSE, DAYTIME

DISSOLVE FROM BRIGHT WHITE THROUGH THE RANGE OF COLORS TO LS OF BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT AND ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK SITTING IN FRONT OF THE TELEVISION

The Living Room is a rectangular room with two of the walls opening onto the nearby hallway and stairwell in the center of the house. The room has a sunken floor with two steps leading from the floor level to the sunken floor. These steps are along the two sides of the room open to the hallway and stairwell. The other two walls have dark wood paneling with small horizontal windows along the top of the wall. Big round pendulous lamps hang from the ceiling bathing the room in a soft yellow light. A couch runs along one of the paneled walls while two corduroy recliners sit across from the couch in front of the steps. The television is on the other paneled wall. It is a large box built into a wooden cabinet. Tall rabbit ears, along with various photos of Biffingham and his family, sit on the top of the television. BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT, a rabbit boy dressed in corduroy overalls and bearing an uncanny semblance to Biff, sits on the shag carpet in front of the television. Next to him sits his pet rock ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK. The television is currently tuned to Channel 2 and the ongoing broadcast of “The Babysitter Tales.” The show is in the middle of a commercial break between acts.

CUT TO MS OF BIFFINGHAM AND ROCKINGHAM

BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT
“I wonder what will happen in today’s episodes.”

ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK
“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.”

PAN TO SIDE ONTO THE TELEVISION

TRANSITION FROM SUNKEN LIVING ROOM TO COMMERCIAL

PAN IN ON TELEVISION

FADE OUT

GOODWIFE HONEY CHEWBARS COMMERCIAL

FADE IN

CS OF A CASCADING FLOW OF HAYGRASS STEMS

NARRATOR
(voice-over) “Goodwife Bakery, the flavor you know and trust, so trust us. OR when something new comes, trust those you trust when they tell you it is good. ”


A waterfall of falling haygrass pours past the screen. A snack bar emerges from the flow of Haygrass. It moves through the center of the screen towards the camera. The bar is rectangular and made up of compressed haygrass.

DISSOLVE TO…

CS OF A CASCADING FLOW OF CARROT STEMS

A waterfall-like flow of tumbling carrot stems falls across the screen. From the center of the flow emerges the rectangular snack bar. It is now made up of compressed haygrass, carrot, and carrot stems. The bar flies out of the flow and up towards the camera.

DISSOLVE TO…

CS OF A CASCADING FLOW OF SUNFLOWER SEEDS

A pouring of sunflower seeds moves across the screen. From the center of the cascade emerges the snack bar. It is now made up of compressed haygrass, shredded carrots, compressed carrot tops, and scattered sunflower seeds. Note that the bar needs to be more haygrass, carrots, and carrot tops then sunflower seeds. Biff and the other Rabbits can digest sunflower seeds but in modest quantities.

DISSOLVE TO…

CS OF POURING HONEY

Long streams of golden honey flow past the screen. From the center of the honey emerges the snack bar. It is made up of compressed haygrass, shredded carrot, compressed carrot tops, and sunflower seeds same as before except it is now coated in honey. The bar hovers in midair in the center of the screen.

NARRATOR
(voice-over) “New Goodwife Bakery Honey Chewbars. Available now.”

FADE OUT

TRANSITION FROM THE COMMERCIAL TO THE BABYSITTER TALES

THE BABYSITTER TALES TV SHOW

FADE IN

INT. KITCHEN OF THE HOUSE OF GLOOM AND ILL-TIDINGS, MID-MORNING
Description goes here- Now what does the kitchen look like. So we are looking straight at the oven wall. The kitchen is squarish with the oven in the corner. It is an older-style brick oven, while the rest of the kitchen looks a little more modern, but still cottage-like. A sink lies on the counter on the left of the screen. A large window sits over it. Cabinets line the wall with the oven. There is also a small fridge. Cabinets also line the wall next to the oven. A small wooden table sits in the center of the room. There are various braids of spices hanging from the ceiling. The right side of the screen has a wall with shelves holding plates and dishes. There is also a broom. That wall also has a doorway. It is that doorway the GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH enters through. ROD POCALYPSE, Gloomarella’s infant son, sits in a high chair on the far side of the table facing the camera. He fidgets waiting for his mother’s return. GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH enters from the doorway near the refrigerator. She is carrying the small cage bearing THE TADPOLE. Rod starts to fuss and make noise when the Gloomwitch returns.

ROD POCALYPSE
(repeating in a shout) “Food! Food! Now!”

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“I know honey, I know. I’ll have your bottle ready in just a moment. (to self) So tired. When will this kid ever sleep.”

She opens a cabinet over the refrigerator placing the Tadpole inside. She then moves to the next cabinet, a full-length cabinet, and opens it. Gloomarella pulls out a coffee mug and a baby bottle. She then reaches into the fridge and pulls out a jug of milk. She returns for the counter and reaches for the baby bottle but yawns deeply. She rubs her eyes and then picks up the coffee mug. She fills it with milk. She places the jug on the counter. She then fills the baby bottle with coffee. Putting the cap on the bottle she grabs her coffee mug. Bringing both over to the table, she sets the bottle down on Rod’s highchair ledge.

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“Oh, I almost forgot.”

She picks up the baby bottle and moves it out of reach. She stands and removes a box of “These Are Circles” cereal from a cabinet behind her. She pours some cereal onto the high-chair tray. Rod starts to eat the cereal. Gloomarella returns the box of cereal. She sits back down at the table and grips her coffee mug two-handed, wrapping her two hands around the mug. Rod starts to drowse off. She notices this and starts to nod off also, allowing herself to close her eyes and rest. He falls asleep in his high chair while Gloomarella falls asleep in her chair. After a few very peaceful moments, there is a LOUD CRASH from outside. Rod startles awake and begins to wail. Gloomarella bolts upright. Her hair frizzles out with angry magical energy.

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“Those raccoons! I’ll curse them! I’ll curse them to several layers!”

She races out of the room. Rod calms down. He eats some cereal and reaches for his bottle. It had fallen over, the tip coming just within reach. He pulls it over and drinks it down. He makes a sour face, then starts to vibrate. The coffee kicks in instantly. He begins to rapidly bounce and vibrate in his high chair. The highchair shakes around the kitchen, knocking pots and pans and spices off the walls. As he bounces around the room we can see in the window over the sink the swirling of dark clouds and thunderbolts. Multiple lightning strikes that cast a negative reverse light strike down over the front yard and then the sky clears. Rod increases speed and force bouncing around the room until abruptly he stops. The high chair comes to rest. Rod makes a pained face, there is a loud wet noise as he fills his diaper. It balloons out to comical levels. His face relaxes completely. GLOOMARELLA reenters the kitchen.

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“We won’t have any more disturbances from those raccoons any more.”

She walks over to her coffee and starts to drink it. She spits it out.

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“Ughhh. This isn’t coffee. Now where did I put my coffee.”

She turns and looks around the room noticing Rod and his overfilled diaper.

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“Wow, that is one full…”

Rod’s diaper EXPLODES covering everything in feces.

TRANSITION FROM THE SHOW TO THE VIEWERS

THE CAMERA PANS OUT FROM THE RESTFUL FACE OF ROD POCALYPSE

CONTINUE PAN OUTWARD AS THE EDGE OF THE TELEVISION SCREEN COMES INTO THE SHOT.

INT. SUNKEN LIVING ROOM, DAYTIME
Biffingham and Rockingham sit on the floor in front of the television, giggling.

CONTINUE TO SLOWLY PAN BACK FROM THE TV AND INTO THE LIVING ROOM, PAST BIFFINGHAM AND ROCKINGHAM UNTIL SHOT BECOMES A MS OF THE DUO WATCHING THE TV.

Biffingham turns to look at Rockingham.

BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT
“I really thought more would happen.”

ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK
“What, you didn’t like the exploding diaper. One good laugh and I am satisfied.”

BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT
“Sure, that was funny, but not much else. Sometimes I think we have more fun when we’re doing our own stories.”

ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK
“Well, they are good stories.”

BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT
“What do you say that when this episode is over, we go play?”

ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK
“Sure. What do you want to play?”

BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT
“Mindgames and Headcheese?

ROCKINGHAM THE PET ROCK
“Sure.”

BIFFINGHAM THE RABBIT
“Cool.”

Biffingham turns back to look at the TV.

FADE OUT

The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Six script – a new script by Thomas TYpewriter

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 6

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-06”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up as if in fast forward. It exits through the top of the frame.

FADE OUT
FADE IN

INT. THE SPACE EGG, MAYBE/MAYBE NOT DAYTIME

FADE IN TO A SERIES OF RAPID CUTS OF THE INNER-SPACE MAN, BIFF AND ROCKEY IN THE INSIDE OF THE SPACE EGG AS IT FLIES AT A VERY FAST VELOCITY

The interior of the Space Egg is a circular space filled mostly by a pilot’s chair and control panel. The center of the space is filled with a molded pilot’s chair, currently seating THE INNER-SPACE MAN. His long white beard and hair flip around due to the Space Egg’s current velocity. In front of him is a semi-circular control panel. The center of the panel bears a long display shaped like a rectangle with a circle in the center. Should the Space Egg speak, the dialogue also scrolls across the center display like an LED sign. Various sized semi-translucent hexagonal buttons used for piloting the ship are set across the remaining area of the control panel. Above the control panel is an ovoid-shaped display screen. The entire interior of the Space Egg is designed as some combination of children’s toy and sci-fi movie. Behind the pilot’s chair is a small space, into which BIFF and ROCKEY are currently crammed. They are pressed back into the wall due to the Space Egg’s rapid acceleration. Crayons and pages flutter in the gap between them.

CUT TO


HIGH-STAGE: INT. BIFF’S BEDROOM, DAYTIME
A bed sits center-stage dividing the stage in two. On the stage-left side of the bed, a window sits under a small slant of roof. Posters of various characters from the Cosmic League comic book series and Babysitter Tails television show are hanging on the wall between the bed and window. On the other side, stage-right side, of the bed sits a nightstand topped by a small lamp. Past the nightstand is the bedroom door and the small second-floor landing. BIFF THE RABBIT and ROCKEY THE PET ROCK are hiding under the bed. THE SPACE EGG hovers in the center of the room while THE INNER-SPACE MAN approaches the bed.


THE INNER-SPACE MAN
(leans down to look at Biff and Rockey under the bed) “Well gentlemen, care to leave the confines of this reality?”


CUT TO CS OF BIFF AND ROCKEY UNDER THE BED


BIFF THE RABBIT
(to Rockey in a whisper) “Their trans-dimensional nature might be our best chance to get out of this script. (to the Inner-Space Man) Sure.”


ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
“As long as we can bring our drawings and crayons.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. You never know when a good drawing will save your life.”

CUT BACK

Biff and Rockey get out from under the bed. They gather up crayons and drawings from the room, placing them into Biff’s backpack, which was under the nightstand.

ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
“We should put in the story that the Soft-boiled Detective and the Big Bag Bug are visited by two robots.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Okay, but what do we call them?”

ROCKEY THE PET ROCK
“The Deuce Machines.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“That might work.”

The Inner Space Man lifts Rockey inside the Space Egg. Then he helps Biff, before climbing in himself. The Space Egg closes. It starts to hover before flying across the threshold of the front of the High-stage and out of the frame.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD MOVING FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. IT CONTINUES MOVING DOWNWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS.


The Space Egg quickly enters and then exits our view as the camera races past its descent.


THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANING DOWN THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS, REACHING THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS. IT SLIDES OVER THE SET TOPS, DESCENDING UNTIL FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THE RETRO SCREEN 10, EVENING
Four descending rows of theatre chairs fill the stage, with each row higher than the one in front of it. A set of decorative wall lamps can be seen hanging above the back row of chairs. The lamps are at full brightness. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from Stage-left behind the top row and then proceeds to exit stage-right. He reenters in the third row from stage-right walking to stage-left and exiting. He repeats this zig-zag walking through the second row and then into the first row. He sits down in a center chair in the first row. The decorative wall lamps dim and the stage goes darker. Thomas reaches down and pulls out a tub of popcorn topped with whipped cream with a cherry on top and a large soda with a crazy straw from under his chair. He starts to drink the soda. From the top of the screen, the SPACE EGG floats down. It slowly turns right, then left surveying the scene. It exits stage left. Thomas leans over trying to eat the cherry topping his popcorn sundae.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(voice-over) “And here is where the magic occurs.”

Thomas looks around trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. The decorative wall lamps dim to black, transitioning the stage to darkness.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
(voice-over) “Thomas. Thomas! Are you paying attention?”

CUT TO

MID-STAGE: INT. PENCIL CHICK STUDIOS, DAYTIME.
The sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF punctuates the transition to the Pencil Chicks Studio. A long desk spreads across the stage. It has a monitor, keyboard, mouse, and scanner on the desk. A stack of papers sits next to the scanner. Behind the long desk is a drawing table with an animator’s lightbox at an angle to the desk. The long desk has a simple office chair while the drawing desk has a padded high stool. A doorway sits to the stage-left side of the desk. OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE stands just inside the room, while THOMAS TYPEWRITER stands in the doorway. She is looking back at him.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I said this is where the magic happens.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Sorry, I drifted off there. Biff and Rockey popped into my head for some reason. Okay, so you were saying something about magic.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“I was saying this is where the magic happens. Over there is my drawing desk, and next to it my supplies, paper, pencils, etc. The computer is where I scan and compile the images. Up above is where I store everything else. There is more, but we’ll get into it once you’re a little more familiar. I didn’t want to overload you on your first day. I am so happy to be doing this with you.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Me too.”

They kiss.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Maybe I should show you what to do before we’re too distracted.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Couldn’t hurt.”

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO THE WINGS

THE CAMERA SHAKES LOOSE FROM PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE AND TURNS SLIGHTLY SO THAT THE MID-STAGE CURTAIN IS VISIBLE. THE CAMERA MOVES TOWARDS THE CURTAIN ITSELF BECOMING ENTANGLED. IT TURNS DOWNWARD AND MOVES DOWN AND OUT OF THE CURTAIN INTO THE WINGS.


EXT. INNER CORRIDOR OF THE WINGS


LS DOWN INTO THE INFINITY OF THE WINGS

The Wings extends out to infinity. It is a storage space for the Helping Hands to store all the different scenery and locations used in the plays that are put on in the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage. It is a central open inner atrium with four outer walls. Each outer wall is a series of storage areas housing a different scene location. On the nearest bin is the RETRO SCREEN 10 set. The SPACE EGG flies out from the storage area for The Retro. It flies up the center of the open corridor gaining speed, flying out of frame.


TRANSITION FROM THE WINGS TO THE HIGH STAGE


HIGH-STAGE: THE FAR EDGE OF THE FOREVER CAGE


FRAME THE HIGH-STAGE A LITTLE FURTHER PANNED OUT THAN USUAL, SO AS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS IS VISIBLE EDGING THE HIGH-STAGE.


From the bottom edge of the High-Stage, the Space Egg flies up. It hovers and twists in the air, rotating to face in towards the High-Stage. It flies forward and into the High-Stage disappearing into the distance.

PAN UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.


THE WARDROBE OF A THOUSAND AND ONE COSTUMES drifts in from stage-left. A small model of the Space Egg enters from stage-right. It flies over to the doors of the Wardrobe, ultimately entering through a small gap between the doors. Where the two doors meet along the bottom. The High-Stage curtains close at the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF.

FADE OUT

The Not So Puppet Show: Season One, Episode Three by Thomas Typewriter

scripts, The Not So Puppet Show

———–<.thom.>———–

THE NOT SO PUPPET SHOW

Season One, Episode Three

“The Broken Book of Beasties: Book 1, Part 1”

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2025 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

Title sequence plays

FADE OUT
FADE IN

INT. BORDERTOWN MIDDLE SCHOOL LIBRARY, AFTERNOON
The curtains open and the stage-lights turn on. A floor-to-ceiling bookcase spreads across the back of the stage. Off to the stage-right side extends a short wall with a double set of doors for entrance and a single door for the librarian’s office. The door to the librarian’s office is open. The door has a plaque with the following text: “Ms. Weaver”. On the stage-left side of the stage sits a short wall containing a spinner rack filled with various young adult novels next to a metallic magazine rack. In front of the floor-to-ceiling bookcase sits two round tables with chairs. THOMAS TOPHAT enters the room through the wooden doors and throws his backpack into a chair at the nearest table.

THOMAS TOPHAT
“I’m back again.”

MS. WEAVER
(off camera) “Thought I’d see you again. I’ve just put out the newest issue of that magazine you liked. It is on the bottom shelf. Go ahead and get started and I’ll come out in a moment to sign your paper.”

Thomas looks over at the magazine rack. He walks over to it and leans down. Looking through the titles in the lower shelves, he spys the Not So Puppet Show zine Issue #3 behind a copy of Highlights and Newsweek. He picks it up and walks over to the table he threw his backpack onto. He sets down the zine and pulls his backpack over to the closest chair. Thomas sits down. From his backpack he removes a spiral notebook and pen. He then opens up the zine.

CUT TO OVER SHOULDER SHOT OF LOOKING DOWN AT THOMAS OPENING AND READING THE ZINE.

Thomas opens the zine, turning past the cover and first page with its publishing info. The cover is decorated with cut-out photocopied photographs. These would be photos so old as to be copyright-free and most likely sourced from discarded books. The first page looks as follows:


“
———–<.thom.>———–
THE BROKEN BOOK OF BEASTIES
“Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”
Part One
By Thomas Typewriter and Primo Operahouse-Typewriter & Secondo Operahouse-Typewriter
(c) 2025 jason arcand
———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

TITLE SEQUENCE
The title “The Broken Book of Beasties” appears far off in the dark screen, written in bright red flowing script. The word Beasties, unlike the rest of the title, is written in a thick slashing font. The title flies towards the camera and past the edge of the frame. The dark screen is filled with a shimmer as the following text appears in white block letters: “Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”.”

ZOOM IN ON THE LINES “TITLE SEQUENCE PLAYS”


TRANSITION FROM THE BORDERTOWN MIDDLE SCHOOL LIBRARY TO THE BROKEN BOOK OF BEASTIES

FADE OUT

———–<.thom.>———–
THE BROKEN BOOK OF BEASTIES
“Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”
Part One
By Thomas Typewriter and Primo Operahouse-Typewriter & Secondo Operahouse-Typewriter
(c) 2025 jason arcand
———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

TITLE SEQUENCE
The title “The Broken Book of Beasties” appears far off in the dark screen, written in bright red flowing script. The word Beasties, unlike the rest of the title, is written in a thick slashing font. The title flies towards the camera and past the edge of the frame. The dark screen is filled with a shimmer as the following text appears in white block letters: “Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”. It fades away in a shimmer. In the absence appears the following test: “Part One.”

PAN DOWN

The dark screen fades to light grey as the “Part One” slides off the top of the screen from the camera panning

TRANSITION FROM TITLE TO THE OVERLAP

The dark grey shifts in tone changing to dark clouds.

CONTINUE PAN DOWN

EXT. THE OVERLAP HILLS, DAYTIME
A series of forested hills in front of a forested snow-capped mountain slides into view. This is the Overlap Hills, one of the many realms used by the great wizard Orgle. They are named as such because they are areas of multiple different dimensions folded over each other by Orgle’s vast and great magicks until they create a pocket dimension. The Overlap Hills are not as well known as Orgle’s other overlaps such as the Overlap Hotel, the Overlap Waves, or the Overlap Trail. Yet, they do contain one of his greatest treasures. In the distance stands the Trilibris, Orgle’s special library. It appears as three different columns that seem to fuse with each other but also separate creating a kind of hyper-dimensional hourglass shape.


SHIFT TO XLS OF THE TRILIBRIS

CUT TO LS OF THE TRILIBRIS

CUT TO MS OF THE TRILIBRIS

CUT TO CS OF THE TRILIBRIS DOORS

TRANSITION FROM THE OVERLAP HILLS TO THE TRILIBRIS

ENTER THE BUILDING AND MOVE TO THE MAIN ROOM THROUGH A SERIES OF QUICK CUTS AND FADES

INT. THE TRILIBRIS MAIN ROOM, DAYTIME
The Main Room is a teardrop-shaped dome. The walls are covered in bookcases. Spiral staircases are scattered around the circumference. The bookcases are designed in a way that the books are stacked horizontally and vertically giving the impression of the folds in a human brain. The center of the room is a large open space filled with thick tables and chairs. The top of the dome is glass, stained a light blue, allowing natural light to illuminate the space. The bookshelves are illuminated by pendant lights within the rows. Each desk has a bulbous table lamp to illuminate in case the dome is not allowing enough light. Across from the entryway the bookcases stop. A large alcove is built into the wall. A dark wood wall decorated with gold and brass metal in long blocky snaking patterns illuminated by two torches. In the center of the alcove is a podium holding THE CODEXIAN. A very special book, it is separated from the rest of the main room by golden chains and small golden pedestals. A “Do Not Disturb” sign hangs off the chains.


CUT TO LS OF THE CODEXIAN’S ALCOVE

CUT TO MS OF THE CODEXIAN’S ALCOVE

CUT TO MS OF THE CODEXIAN

The Codexian is a thick book, with covers of a purple stone and thick leather binding. The front cover has a vertical row of three circles made from gold wire on the binding side. The other side is a snaking angular pattern similar to the patterns on the alcove walls. The pattern snakes down to two horizontal lines across the bottom portion of the front cover.

CUT TO CS OF THE CODEXIAN

A TRIUMPHANT MYSTICAL MUSICAL SCORE plays. The score plays for a few moments and then it stops with A RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCH.

PAN TO LEFT OF THE CODEXIAN.

A GREY MOUSE crawls up onto the podium. It tentatively approaches the Codexian.

CUT TO MS OF THE GREY MOUSE

The Grey Mouse sniffs along the Codexian, moving to the top corner. It starts to nibble on the edges of the pages.

THE CODEXIAN
“OWWWW!”

CUT TO MS OF THE CODEXIAN

The Round circles on the left of the cover open revealing non-organic golden eyes. The two golden lines along the bottom of the cover move as if lips or a mouth. The Grey Mouse stops chewing.

THE CODEXIAN
“Who did that?”

The Grey Mouse steps away from the Codexian

THE CODEXIAN
“Come on, I know you are there. Who is biting me!”

The Codexian’s eyes scan around the room. Ultimately they settle on the Grey Mouse.

THE CODEXIAN
“Oh, hello there. Were you the one chewing on my corners?”

The Grey Mouse blankly looks at the Codexian. It sneezes. A golden shimmer flickers in the air.

THE CODEXIAN
“Bless you.”

The Grey Mouse stands upright and nods at the Codexian.

THE CODEXIAN
(to self) “Well that’s new.” (to the Grey Mouse) “Let’s try this. Maybe what you’re truly hungry for is a story. If I tell you a story will you stop chewing on me.”

The Grey Mouse nods and then sits down.

THE CODEXIAN
(to self) “Definitely new.” (to the Grey Mouse) “I will need to open up to tell the story, so you may want to adjust your position.”

The Codexian opens and the Grey Mouse moves to the bottom of the podium top. The pages start to move, quickly moving to the middle of the book in a blur.

THE CODEXIAN
“Ahhh, here we go.”

The Codexian is open to a set of pages bordered in golden illumination but the actual area inside the border is blank.

THE CODEXIAN
“The Broken Book of Beasties.

From somewhere in the Trilibris A CHIMING TONE rings out. The blank page starts to fill with an illustration in a style that is a mix of woodcut block print and medieval illuminated scripts. A vast city fills the page.

TRANSITION FROM THE LIBRARY TO AN ILLUSTRATED STORYBOOK STORY

PAN IN ON ILLUSTRATION TO FILL THE FRAME

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “Once there was a vast city filled with magic, wonder and charm.”

The illustration changes to the city in ruins with a giant burst of light exploding from the center of the city. Prismatic storm clouds fill the sky, raining storms down on the city.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “The city of magic became a city of too much magic, as the Great Rupture ravaged the city. Magic rained down like storms melting what was known and unknown equally.”

The illustration changes to people on hills outside the city fleeing. The city gripped in storms can be seen in the distance.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “Those who were able fled the city. The Great Rupture lasted decades driving one group further and further from the city.”

The illustration changes to a long stretch of landscape. Hills on the right give way to grasslands, then forests, and then mountains to the right. A group of refugees appears in the hill section. Fade to the group in the grasslands section and prismatic storms in the hills. The illustration changes more with a fade to the refugees in the forests The prismatic storms now fill the hill and grassland sections. The illustration shifts again. The refugees are now in the mountains section. The prismatic storms fill the hills, grassland, and forest sections. The illustration changes one last time. The refugees are gone and the prismatic storms fill the entire page. A THUNDER BOLT CRACKS. The Codexian turns the page.

THE CODEXIAN
(voice-over) “Past landscapes that ate lives, the refugees found a place of safety, or at least which they hope offered peace.”

The illustration area is filled with many tree branches. Colorful flowers grow along the base of the trees while animals can be seen peeking their faces out of the upper branches. The illustration changes with the trees sliding. They part in the center moving left and right. In the center of the screen sits a valley made from five rivers feeding into a lake in the center. There is a large island in the center of the lake along with a few small islands in sandbars scattered around the lake. The illustration changes again with the sun emerging in the clouds above the valley. Bright sunlight beams across the page. The illustration changes one last time with the illustrations of the refugees moving in from the left and right side of the frame and walking down to the valley. The Codexian turns the page.

THE CODEXIAN
“Having found sanctuary, the people set about building a new home for themselves.”

The illustration is blank but then small illustrations of people enter from the left and right sides. They break off into five groups, with the fifth group in the center made from the remaining few from each group. Each group then disappears into a cloud of construction dust. CONSTRUCTION SOUNDS can be heard. Slowly simple houses emerge from the construction dust. Once a house is finished the construction dust cloud disappears and the group looks at their work. Once all five houses are completed, the people CHEER.

THE CODEXIAN
“And grow they did. It was as if some creative spirit had been unleashed.”

The small people in the illustration then go to the area behind the houses and start constructing again. Rows of houses emerge from the dust. Once a house is finished, each group builds another behind it. Soon the houses recede into the distance. The construction dust finishes and the houses sit. The sun sets and the people go into their homes. The stars come out and then dawn breaks. Small people exit their houses and do daily chores. The sun rises and sets. Everyone goes back to bed. The day/night cycle speeds up to a blur until sixty days have passed. Time returns to its regular speed on the sixtieth day. The illustration shifts zooming in on a house in the background. A lady leaves at sunrise and walks two houses down to a bakery. She enters the shop and starts baking. Smoke starts to emerge from the bakery’s chimney. As the sun rises to mid-morning, the sign in the window changes from closed to open. The illustration changes to looking in through the window of the bakery. The Baker stands at the counter.

THE CODEXIAN
“And while everyone else was moving forward, one person was stuck looking back. Little did anyone realize she would change the direction of everyone’s life.”

The illustration changes to the baker at the counter. She has a sad far away look in her eyes.

ZOOM IN ON THE BAKER’S FORLORN EXPRESSION

TRANSITION FROM WITHIN THE STORY TO THE BORDERTOWNE MIDDLE SCHOOL LIBRARY.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT. THE BORDERTOWNE MIDDLE SCHOOL LIBRARY
A floor-to-ceiling bookcase spreads across the back of the stage. Off to the stage-right side extends a short wall with a double set of doors for entrance and a single door for the librarian’s office. The door to the librarian’s office is open. The door has a plaque over it with the following text: “Ms. Weaver”. On stage-left side of the stage sits a short wall containing a spinner rack filled with various young adult novels next to a metallic magazine rack. In front of the floor-to-ceiling bookcase sits two round tables with chairs.

MS OF THE OPEN ZINE

Thomas has the zine open on the table. He is writing down notes in his notebook. As he writes a note about the grey mouse he trails off and starts scribbling doodles of the mouse. His watch BEEPS.

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS

Thomas looks at his watch and realizes it is time to leave.

THOMAS TOPHAT
“Ms. Weaver?”

MS. WEAVER
(off-camera) “Yes?”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“Can I take this with me? I am only partway through.”

MS. WEAVER
(off-camera) “No. Magazines are not allowed to be removed from the library by students. You know that is the policy.”

Thomas stands and walks out of the frame.

THOMAS TOPHAT
(off-camera and softer tone) “Please Ms. Weaver. I’ll take real good care of it.”

MS. WEAVER
(off-camera) “Now, Thomas you know…”

THOMAS TOPHAT
(off-camera) “It’s just I’ve never found anything before that I wanted to read. Everything I read is just because a teacher or my parents tell me to. This is the first thing that I want to read. I really just want to know what happens next.”

There is a short pause.

MS. WEAVER
(off-camera) “Okay. But you must promise to be careful with it. Take good care of it.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
(off-camera) “I will. I will take great care of it. Thank you.”

MS. WEAVER
(off-camera) “You’re going to be late for your next class.”

Thomas reenters the frame and packs up his bag. He slides the zine in last, needing to adjust a few items for everything to fit properly. He then slings his backpack on and starts to exit.

MS. WEAVER
(off-camera) “Take care of it.”

THOMAS TOPHAT
“I will.”

Thomas exits stage-right.

FADE OUT

The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Five by Thomas Typewriter – a new script

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 5

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 jason arcand

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Where were we?”

THE OUTER ONE
(voice-over) “Episode five.”

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Right. Six-five scrolls up etc etc..”

From the center of a blank screen scrolls upward rapidly the following text: “06-05”. It enters from the bottom of the frame and moves up as if in fast-forward. An effect mimicking a VCR tape played in fast-forward is added. The text exits through the top of the frame.

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Then we go to the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage.”

FADE OUT
TRANSITION TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE
FADE IN

THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE

DISSOLVE INTO LS OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “Lets see, then there is that typewriter noise…

THE OUTER ONE
(voice-over) “I know that sound all too well.”

GRIGIO COLORI
(Voice-over) “Right! So we get that sound then shift to Mid-stage and the story starts.”

THE OUTER ONE
(voice-over) “Do you ever find yourself thinking Thomas put too much stuff before the story begins?”

GRIGIO COLORI
(voice-over) “You mean like us right now?”

THE OUTER ONE
(voice-over) “Maybe…”

The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING comes from someplace inside the Typewriter Abstract Puppet Stage.

TRANSITION FROM THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS IN TOWARDS THE MID-STAGE AREA UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-Stage curtains open and part. As they slide out of view, the stage-lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. MARY MARCHHARE’S LIVING ROOM, DAYTIME
MARY MARCHHARE sits in her recliner facing towards the audience and camera. She is facing towards her television, which is out of view. Her chair sits off-center of the stage. To the stage-right of her is a large end table and a plush sofa chair. The end table has a large table lamp, a tv remote, and a glass of water with a straw. A crumpled tissue sits off to the side of the glass of water. The second chair sits at a right angle to the end table so that the combination of it, the end table, and Mary’s recliner make an L-like shape. BEANIE, her pet Boston Terrier, is curled in a ball, soundly asleep in the chair. Running at a skewed angle, to help create an illusion of depth, is the large bay window. It runs along the stage-right side of the stage. From this vantage point, we can see that there is a series of large beige curtains on the window, currently retracted. Behind Mary’s chair, bits of the entryway are visible. A large clock hangs on the wall near the front door. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from the stage-left, behind Mary’s recliner. He walks around to Mary’s field of vision and gently touches her shoulder. She notices him and reaches for her remote. She turns off the television before looking at him.

MARY MARCHHARE
“Did everything fit?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Yup. Everything fit fine.”

MARY MARCHHARE
“Good. Did you put the key back?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Yes. It is back on the key rack.”

MARY MARCHAHRE
“Good. Did you lock the barn door?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I’ll double-check before I leave.”

MARY MARCHHARE
“You’re leaving?”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Yeah. I need to go over to Ophidia’s. I told her yes, so she’s going to show me how I can help.”

MARY MARCHAHRE
“That’s great. Give me a hug before you go.”

Thomas leans in and gives Mary a hug. She hugs him back.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Okay, I’ll check the lock then I’ll be leaving. Love you and see you later tonight.”

MARY MARCHHARE
“Love you too.”

Thomas exits through the kitchen doorway. Mary Marchhare reaches over for her remote control. She points it towards the camera and clicks a button. The ambient sound of A TELEVISION PROGRAM resumes.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA UNCOUPLES FROM FRAMING MID-STAGE. IT PANS STRAIGHT UPWARD, GLIDING OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BEHIND THE SETS. IT FOLLOWS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS EVER UPWARD. AT THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS IT MOVES OVER THE HIGH-STAGE UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

PANACEA FLAUTO
(voice-over) “Maestro, open medical journal please. Today was a rough day for the patients Cedar Waxwings, Lucido Obsidian and Carro.”

The High-stage curtains open and the stage-lights turn on accompanied by the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE OF THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, DAYTIME.
A large curved window lines the back of the stage. Through it we can see outside the ship to space, the twinkling of sparks drifts by. In the distance, some of the lights from the nine bio-habitat Hills, and even glimmers from the tops of the multi-fold towers of the Palace of Stars, can be seen. The room itself is decorated in deep reds and oranges. The lounge has a circular shape. STELLARITE FERN stands in front of the window, looking out at space. Behind her, near stage-front sit, in their medi-pods, CEDAR WAXWINGS, LUCIDO OBSIDIAN, AND CARRO.

PANACEA FLAUTO
(voice-over) “An Administrator from the Solar/Lunar Fleet came and spoke to them for over an hour.”

Stellarite Fern turns around and faces the trio in medi-pods. She holds herself very rigidly posed. She speaks but we can not hear what she says. Cedar and Lucido move their medi-pods arms as if arguing or disagreeing with what she has said. She becomes very agitated with this. She points at each of them individually and then outside at the space. Her words are pronounced with more temper.

PANACEA FLAUTO
(voice-over) “They were suspended pending an investigation. The Solar/Lunar Fleet does not accept the trio’s story of outside forces crashed the ship. It looks like they are going to be blamed and fired. This is a depressing turn of events. I worry that it might set back their progress. Damn, they were really starting to thrive. Will Cedar draw into himself. I hope not. I’d miss hanging out…wait. Maestro delete everything after turn of events.”

Stellarite Fern stops her pointing and rubs her brow. She moves as if explaining one final thing. She straightens her posture and then turns to leave. She walks out the door without looking back. Cedar, Lucido, and Carro turn towards each other as if sharing a statement of woe. The stage-lights turn off with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA UNLINKS FROM THE HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT GLIDES FROM THE HIGH-STAGE DOWN TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. THE CAMERA CONTINUES MOVING DOWN THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. SOON THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS SLIDE INTO VIEW. THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING DOWNWARD UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: EXT. OPERAHOUSE FRONT PORCH, DAYTIME
A wooden front porch runs along the width of the stage. A front door sits to the stage-right side. A canoe sits in the rafters of the porch near the stage-left side. Various planters, all empty, sit on the rails. An outdoor thermometer can be seen next to the door. It reads 40 degrees Fahrenheit. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters stage-left. He crosses the stage over to the front door. He opens the storm door and KNOCKS on the main door. He waits a moment or two then KNOCKS a second time. The door opens and OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE greets Thomas.

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“Thomas, you made it.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“You’re saucy fellow awaits his commands.”

OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE
“You nut. Come on in here and let’s get started.”

Ophidia steps to the side to make room for Thomas to enter. Thomas steps inside, pausing just inside the doorway. He embraces Ophidia, who gladly returns to affection. They kiss. The pair release each other and move all the way inside. Ophidia shuts the doors. A moment or two passes before the stage-lights turn off with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-stage curtains close.

FADE OUT