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“The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Thirteen” by Thomas Typewriter – a new script
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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts
Season 06, Episode 13
an epilogue
By Thomas Typewriter
(c) 2025 jason arcand
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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 06, Episode 12” by Thomas Typewriter
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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts
Season 06, Episode 12
By Thomas Typewriter
(c) 2025 jason arcand
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FADE IN
THE VELVET CURTAIN
MS OF THE VELVET CURTAIN
A velvet stage curtain fills the frame. From below the frame THE VELVET TOUCH emerges. Remember that the Velvet Touch is a Helping Hand that wears long finger-less fishnet gloves. Each of their fingers, except the pinkies, are painted with a black or dark shade of fingernail polish. For this one episode, they are wearing bracelets made of various sized keys. The Velvet Touch waves at the camera and then reaches below the frame for a large cue card. They show the blank side to the camera and then rotate it. On the back, the cue card has the following text written in two columns:
an outsider… a color…
an artist… a letter…
a spirit… two paths…
The Velvet Touch rotates the cue card once more. The other side now displays the following text: “06-12”. The Velvet Touch moves off-screen. The text scrolls up exiting through the top of the frame. From the bottom of the frame scrolls up the following text: “meanwhile and elsewhere”
PAN IN ON THE DARK BEHIND THE VELVET CURTAIN
FADE OUT TO BLACK
GRIGIO COLORI
(offscreen) “From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “meanwhile…”. It moves upwards, pausing in the center of the frame.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
EXT. THE LONG HILLS, DAYTIME
The Long Hills are a connecting region appearing as a hilly combination of flowering prairie and rolling grassy plains. THE OUTER ONE and GRIGIO COLORI walk along one of the hills.
MS OF OUTER ONE AND GRIGIO AS THEY WALK ACROSS THE LONG HILLS
THE OUTER ONE
“Meanwhile? Doesn’t it say elsewhere.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“No. Meanwhile.”
THE OUTER ONE
“But when I read it earlier it said elsewhere.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“Don’t know what to tell you. It says meanwhile. Here look.”
THE OUTER ONE
“Okay, I believe you. It just seemed kind of out of character for the transitions Thomas was using before now.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“I agree.”
THE OUTER ONE
“Okay. Could Thomas be changing the script. I thought it was already published, but I swear that it said something different before.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“Maybe. That did seem to be a concern for Biff and Rockey in the first season scripts.”
THE OUTER ONE
“But how would we know?”
GRIGIO COLORI
“As a character from said story, I don’t think I am the best person to know if it changed.”
THE OUTER ONE
“Weird.”
There is a long pause.
THE OUTER ONE
“Oh well. Wa la wa. Doesn’t really change our goal does it.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“No it does not.”
THE OUTER ONE
“I still need to get my hand and arm fixed.”
The Outer One holds up his right arm and looks at how it is a translucent form filled with glitching text and symbols. The glitching flesh has now spread past his elbow and up to his bicep.
GRIGIO COLORI
“Yikes. That you do! What happens when if that reaches your head?”
THE OUTER ONE
“Don’t know and don’t want to find out.”
There is another pause.
GRIGIO COLORI
“So, should I keep reading?”
THE OUTER ONE
“Oh…yes, please do. We are almost to Swordpoint but we should have enough time to get a little more in.
GRIGIO COLORI
“From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the word Meanwhile. It pauses a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge.”
TRANSITION FROM THE LONG HILLS TO THE HILLTOP
THE CAMERA PANS UP FROM THE OUTER ONE AND GRIGIO COLORI TO THE SKY ABOVE THEM. IT PANS ACROSS THE SKY AS THE CLOUDS GIVE WAY TO STARS.
THE CAMERA PANS DOWN FROM THE STARS, DOWN ACROSS A DIFFERENT SKY AND ONTO THE HILLTOP
EXT. THE DOWNHILL
The Downhill is the region just past the Hilltop. It is a gently sloping hillside covered in prairie and wildflowers with solitary trees scattered across. The flowers and grasses are only about shin height. A trail leads out from the Hilltop and down the slope to a large signpost. The trail then splits at the signpost forking to two trails. One trail goes out through the wildflowers and down across the Downhills to a city in the distance. It is far away and difficult to see fine details, but it appears to have many bright warm lights, tall buildings, and a sky overfilled with fluffy clouds in shades of white, sunrise yellow, mid-day blue, and sunset red. The other path also leads off to a city in the distance. This city is also far away and difficult to discern fine detail. What is visible is many tall buildings, tall smokestacks, flickering lights and a sky filled with grey smoke and haze.
LS OF THE DOWNHILL
THOMAS TYPEWRITER emerges from the Hilltop and works his way down the slope. He follows the trail to the point it splits. A signpost stands at the split. It has an arrow pointing down each branch of the trail. One arrow has the following text written on it: “THIStle”. The other has the following text written on it: “THATtle”.
VARIOUS SHOTS OF THOMAS WALKING DOWN THE TRAIL AND APPROACHING THE SIGN.
Thomas stops and looks at the signs.
MS OF THOMAS LOOKING AT THE SIGN
CUT TO CS OF EACH INDIVIDUAL SIGN AND THEN PANNING TO LOOK DOWN THE TRAIL.
CUT BACK
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“This might be easier if the Ghostly could of remembered the part explaining what each city was.”
OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT AS THOMAS ONCE AGAIN LOOKS DOWN EACH TRAIL.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“How do I decide. She said one city might be good and the other bad. I imagine most everyone goes to that city that looks bright. But this is a faerie-tale kind-of scenario. Maybe it only looks good and has evil hidden under the surface, like an allegory for how appearances can be deceiving. Or it could actually be good and be an allegory for like turning your spiritual lead into gold. Conversely the other city looks awful like it could be an allegory for toxic habits. Or it could be cursed to look evil and you have break the curse as an allegory for removing your destructive layers to find the spiritual self underneath. How do I decide. How do I decide? How do I decide? How…How, How, How, How…”
Thomas grips his heart and then his head. He starts to hyperventilate. Leaning over, he works to sit down in a cross legged position. He places his hands on his knees, palm up, and starts to breathe in and breathe out.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“In…1…2…3…4…Out…1…2…3…4…In…1…2…3…4…Out…1…2…3…4…In…1…2…3…4…Out…1…2…3…4…and you are safe. You and calm.”
Thomas shifts his hands up to rub his face and refocus.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Started to freak out there. I’ve got to calm down. I’ll just sit here till I figure this out.”
Thomas sits and looks down each path and also the surrounding fields. Then his attention focuses on the fields of wildflowers.
CUT TO MONTAGE OF WILDFLOWERS AND GRASS. SEE BIRDS AND INSECTS.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “It is actually pretty here. I wonder how many of these travelers notice that. They might be in such a hurry they overlook the area around the trail. Reminds me of the hay fields where I grew up.”
CUT BACK
Thomas looks at the two signs.
CUT TO MONTAGE OF SHOTS OF THE SIGN POST
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voice-over) “Do we really have to follow the trails? Like there doesn’t seem to be anything to physically keep us limited to the path. Instead of choosing one or the other, why don’t I not choose. I think I’d rather walk among the flowers and songbirds than walk to either of those cities.”
He stands and dusts off his pants. He then looks at the signpost.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Thank you world for the two paths, but I think I am going to go with option three.”
Thomas walks past the signpost and into the wildflower fields.
CUT TO MONTAGE OF THOMAS WALKING THROUGH THE WILD FLOWER FIELDS.
As Thomas walks across the wildflower fields off the path, he starts to sink and stumble. The ground is uneven and he is unable to walk in a straight line. Also the ground is slowly sinking lower, but the top of the wildflowers remain at the same height. Thomas gets lower and lower in the wildflowers soon swallowed up to his ribs. He is sweating and breathing heavy.
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I did not think this through did I? Is it too late to turn back?.
A glint of light splashes across Thomas’s face. Thomas turns his head as if noticing something. He steps forward and kneels down and parts the grass.
CUT TO MS OF THOMAS LEANING OVER
CUT TO CS OF THE GRASS
As the grass parts, there is something metallic partially buried in the dirt.
INSERT CS OF AN OLD KEY IN THE SOIL.
A sunbeam comes out and the exposed metallic parts glitter. Thomas picks up the key and starts to clean it off.
CUT BACK TO MS OF THOMAS
THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“What is this?”
Thomas intently studies the key, turning it over and over as he stands. He starts to walk forward, distracted by the key. Failing to notice he is sinking, Thomas disappears from view down into the wildflowers. The flowers and grasses pushed aside by his presence slip back into their regular stances as is he was never there.
TRANSITION FROM THE DOWNHILL TO THE SWORD POINT
THE CAMERA PANS UP FROM THE WILDFLOWERS TO THE SKY ABOVE. IT PANS ACROSS THE SKY AS THE CLOUDS GIVE WAY TO STARS.
THE CAMERA PANS DOWN FROM THE STARS, DOWN ACROSS A DIFFERENT SKY AND ONTO SWORD POINT.
EXT. SWORD POINT, LATE AFTERNOON
A series of gentle hills overlook a central stone platform. There is a kind of white light on the platform, but it is too far away to accurately make out. Running out from the stone platform is a labyrinthine queue of people, snaking back and forth on itself. It spreads out across the vast field the stone platform sits in the center of and out to the slopes of the surrounding hills. The queue’s path is marked by pylons and chains. Scattered amongst the queue are nine stations with an entry gate, an awning, and a bouncer attendant .
LS OF THE SWORD POINT AND QUEUE
From the hill in the lower edge of the frame, THE OUTER ONE and GRIGIO COLORI enter.
THE OUTER ONE
“Here we are.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“Swordpoint?”
THE OUTER ONE
“Swordpoint.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“Wow. That is a lot people.”
THE OUTER ONE
“Yup.”
MS OF THE OUTER ONE AND GRIGIO
GRIGIO COLORI
“So how does this work?”
THE OUTER ONE
“We go to the end of the line. Wait our turn. Then we ask our question.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“That easy?”
THE OUTER ONE
“That easy.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“But the line is massive. How long will be waiting.”
THE OUTER ONE
“Centuries. Unless you pay for quicker access.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“Lets do that. So what do we have to do?”
THE OUTER ONE
“Well, we go to one of the Gatekeepers and pay. The amount of value the payment generates will determine how further up the line we get.”
GRIGIO COLORI
“Ohhh. (pause) And you have the waiting fee?”
THE OUTER ONE
“A little. I’m down to three copies.”
The Outer One turns and starts walking towards Swordpoint. Grigio follows behind.
FADE OUT
“The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Eleven” by Thomas Typewriter
Puppet play, scripts, The Great Works Project scripts———–<.thom.>———–
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 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 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
Thomas Typewriter 
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