“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

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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

The Great Works Project scripts

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THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 06, Episode 12

By Thomas Typewriter

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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

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“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

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

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

FADE OUT
FADE IN

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

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

Y-MOUSE
(off-camera) “Beautiful.”

CUT TO

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

MS OF Y-MOUSE

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

CUT TO CS OF GLASS DOOR SHOWING BLINKING LIGHTS.

CUT BACK

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

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

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

TRACK Y-MOUSE

PAN THROUGH THE NARRATOR’S DOOR

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

TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE: NARRATOR’S BALCONY

LS OF THE NARRATOR’S BALCONY

CUT TO MS OF THE Y-MOUSE

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

PAN OVER TO PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE

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

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

CUT TO

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

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

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

THE SPACE EGG
“Already on it.”

BIFF THE RABBIT
“What is that!”

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

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

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

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Yeah.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Interesting”

CUT BACK TO

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

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE

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

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

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

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

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I can handle computers.”

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

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

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

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

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Like this?”

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

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

Ophidia gives him a quick kiss

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

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

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

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

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

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

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

CUT TO…

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

LS OF THE SPACE EGG

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

CUT TO MS OF THE SPACE EGG

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

CUT TO MS OF THE LARGE MEMOCRYSTAL PEDESTAL

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

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

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

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

IRIS EFFECT FOCUSING ON BIFF

CUT BACK TO MS OF THE MEMOCRYSTAL PEDESTAL

It stands up in surprise. It quickly crawls down.

FOLLOW THE SCUTTLER

CUT TO MS OF THE BACK WALL OF THE WARDROBE.

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

CUT TO THE LANDING GANTRY

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

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

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

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

The group of scuttlers enters from stage-right.

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

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

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

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

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

The Informative Scuttler gestures for Biff to take the key.

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

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

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

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

Biff reaches forward and takes the Empaatha Key.

BIFF THE RABBIT
“Thank you?”

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

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Thank you?”

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

THE SPACE EGG
“What was that about?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

FADE OUT

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

scripts, The Not So Puppet Show

———–<.thom.>———–

THE NOT SO PUPPET SHOW

Season One, Episode Four

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

By Thomas Typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

Title sequence plays

FADE OUT
FADE IN

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

LS OF THE GROUP

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

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS AND GREG

GREG RASHES
“Hey, nerd.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Greg exits stage-right.

CUT BACK TO LS OF TABLE

ANTWELL CONCRETE
“Thomas, what was that about.”

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

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

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

ARROWELL RAILROAD
“I’d say so.”

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

MIKEWELL LETTERS
“Yes.”

ANTWELL CONCRETE
“Yes.”

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

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

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

CUT TO CS OF THE NOT SO ZINE

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

———–<.thom.>———–

THE BROKEN BOOK OF BEASTIES

“Book I: A Book by Any Other Cover”

Part Two of Three

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

————-<:type:>———–

FADE IN

TITLE SEQUENCE

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

PAN DOWN

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

TRANSITION FROM TITLE TO THE TRILIBRIS

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

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

MS OF THE CODEXIAN

CUT TO CS OF THE CODEXIAN

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

THE GREY MOUSE
“Squeak”

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

THE GREY MOUSE
“Squeak.”

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

THE GREY MOUSE
“Squeak.”

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

The Grey Mouse moves out of the frame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CUT TO CS OF THE BAKER

THE BAKER
“Well, this is a surprise.”

CUT BACK

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

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

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

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

THE BAKER
“Wow.”

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

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

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

CS OF THE SCRIPT IN THE NOT SO ZINE

CUT TO LS OF THE GROUP AT THE TABLE

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

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

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

FADE OUT

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

scripts, The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 6, Episode 7

an intermission

By Thomas Typewriter

———–<: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 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

———–<: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

The Great Works Project: Season Six, Episode Three by Thomas Typewriter

scripts, The Great Works Project assignments

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT
a puppet play in many parts

Season 06, Episode 03

By Thomas Typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE INTO BLACK

From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “06-03”. 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

TRANSITION TO THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE.

In the darkness, the sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING sings out from somewhere nearby yet out of sight. Shortly thereafter the TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE materializes.

LS OF THE TYPEWRITER PUPPET STAGE MOVING TO A MS THROUGH A SERIES OF CUTS UTILIZING A CRYSTALLINE EFFECT.

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

PAN IN ON MID-STAGE AREA OF THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE UNTIL MID-STAGE IS PROPERLY FRAMED.

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-Stage curtains stand closed. After a moment they open. The stage-lights turn on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT FRONT ROOM, DAYTIME
A writing desk sits center stage. In the background, on the stage-right side, sits a short bookcase. The desk has two moving boxes stacked on top of it. The bottom box is labeled “Typewriter”. The top box is labeled “Papers, Scripts, Misc…” The bookcase is nearly empty with only some books remaining on one of the shelves. THOMAS TYPEWRITER is standing by the bookcase with books and loading them into a moving box. He loads the last books, puts on the lid, and writes “Books” on the side of the box with a marker from his pocket. He stands and looks around the apartment.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“We gave it a good try didn’t we. Going to miss you.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He dials into the phone. It RINGS and RINGS before being picked up.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Hi. May I speak to Ophidia please. Oh, hi Ophidia. How are you today? Good. Oh, just finishing packing the last bits of my apartment. You? Cool, cool. So, I thought over what you asked, you know about me helping and working on your project. I have an answer.”

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS UPWARD. IT MOVES UP GLIDING OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BEHIND. IT FOLLOWS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS MOVING UPWARD HIGHER AND HIGHER. IT REACHES THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS AND SLIDES TO THE HIGH-STAGE AT THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. IT RESTS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-stage curtains are closed for a moment but then start to part. As they are nearly fully open the stage-lights turn on with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. PANACEA FLAUTO’S OFFICE ON THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, DAYTIME
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 eating a salad. 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. She is watching the latest episode of “Soapbubbles Medical Theatre” on Channel Four, The Dog House.

SOAPBUBBLES MEDICAL THEATRE EPISODE #06081938
It is a weekly show that presents a different radio play preformed by the Doctors and Nurses of an operation room. The audience sits up in the observation gallery. Each episode is hosted by a gravelly yet soothing voiced mostly bio-goblin ORSON WELLWISHER.

THE LOGO FILLS THE SCREEN THEN FADES AWAY

ORSON WELLWISHER
(voice over) “Broadcasting live from The Caducean Mystery Hospital in the heart of the Eighth Hill, this is your host Orson Wellwisher.

CUT TO MS OF THE OPERATING TABLE.

A series of nurses and Doctors are around the table. A patient sits on the operating table, mouth covered by a breathing machine. The closest doctor, Orson Wellwisher, turns and looks at the camera.

CUT TO CS OF ORSON

ORSON WELLWISHER
“Today, we find ourselves caught in a tale of intrigue, deception, mistaken identities and a well-mixed martini in Soapbubble Operating Theatre presentation of THE THIRD THIN MAN with tonight’s special guests…

CUT TO CS OF WILLIAM P. J. COTTONGIN

William P. J. Cotton-Gin stands across the operating table from Orson. He is a tall angular mostly-clockwork elf that takes off his medical mask and smiles into the camera.

ORSON WELLWISHER
(voice-over) “…William P. J. Cottongin,…”

William nods at the camera and then puts his mask back on.

ORSON WELLWISHER
“And Myna Bird Loy”

CUT TO CS OF MYNA BIRD LOY

Myna Bird Loy is one of the nurses carrying a tray of surgical tools to the operating table. She is a thin avian mostly bio-goblin. She looks up as if caught unaware and smiles for the camera. Panacea watches the show, half turned towards the vid-screen while also half turned towards her salad. She sets down her salad so she can hold the microphone from her Med-Scanner.

PANACEA FLAUTO
(Narration or voice over) “Maestro, update Medical Journal, starting now. The most unusual thing happened the other day. Cedar Waxwings stopped by my office to discuss his treatment. Up to that point he and his friends were giving the minimal effort in their therapy sessions. Iasa and I had a meeting planned later to discuss options for increasing their participation. Confidentially, I wonder if maybe I do not understand their situation, emotionally. Iasa advocates for patience, but I do not. Sometimes I am envious of her patience and good-nature. (pause) Maestro edit entry. Strike everything after the bit with the meeting and participation.”

There is a KNOCK on the door.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Hello.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
(off-screen) “Can I come in? Are you busy.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Come in, come in. I was just eating some lunch before some meetings this afternoon.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS in his ovoid Medi-pod rolls into the room, bumping into the chairs. Panacea turns to watch him enter. She misses a change on the Vid-screen. From the background of the operating room, THE SLASHBUCKLER, THE WORDSLINGER, and THE HEIRESS come into view. The Slashbuckler is a slender woman in black medical scrubs covered in gold filligree. Next to her stands The Wordslinger in white medical scrubs covered in brass filligree. Next to him stands the Heiress. She is dressed in black medical scrubs covered in silver filligree while holding a Fennec Fox dressed in matching medical scrubs. They attempt to wave at the screen to get the viewers attention.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“What can I do for you.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I have a simple question.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Okay. I can deal with simple. What is your question?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Will I be able to play the drums again, once we’re done healing.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Well…”

On the Vid-Screen, The Slashbuckler, The Wordslinger, and the Heiress freeze as a deep red outline encases them. A single diamond red design appears in the corner of the screen and blinks twice. They dissolve to static before dissapearing completely. The red diamond dissolves from the screen and the show resumes.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Be honest.”

Panacea sets down her salad and turns back to the Vid-Screen. She presses a button on the side and it goes dark. She turns back and directly looks at Cedar.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Given the amount of effort you are giving. No. You are not doing the therapy and you will be crippled when you exit the Medi-pod.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“No drumming then.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Drumming? You’ll lucky to be able stand without pain. Every step you take will be crooked and painful.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I secretly suspected as much.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“So why are you not trying harder. Why are you resisting.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Fear. Misplaced anger. Dumb reasons.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Listen, I get it. When you first woke up, I didn’t want to alarm you or freak you. But honestly, you guys were in a spaceship that blew up. Who should be dead, but your not grasping what a miracle it is that you can try.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Your right we should be dead, but we are not and it has messed with my head. You are also right that I have not been dedicated or even really trying. It’s not you or your sisters.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Well what is it? My sister and I are trying our best to heal you and you are throwing it back in our faces. We’re trained to distance ourselves emotionally, but still it stings.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I get that and I am sorry. It’s me. I am the problem.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Finally we agree on something.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Ouch. But your probably not wrong. I find myself wondering if I have been lying to myself. The problem was other people, the job, my father. If only they did this or that, my life would be better. Not my fault I quit everything I ever tried. I put it on them, yet here I am in this eggshell finding myself never have having dedicated to anything. A life of drifting. I wasn’t qualified for the Solar/Lunar Fleet except my dad pulling the strings. Only got the job, kept the job, because of my dad. How sad is that.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Pretty sad, but not that unusual. You think your the first person to come into my office and saw oh no, what have I been doing with my life.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Ha, true, but that doesn’t change that I have wasted a lot of my life. There were so many moments of magic and wonder moving through my life and I ignored them because they were not the quote-unquote right kind of moments.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Well, you’re not dead yet.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“No, I am not. (pauses thinking) If I try really hard in therapy will I be able to drum.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Not only that, but you would probably help inspire your friends to try harder. You’ll be helping yourself and them.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I do not know if I am worthy of being an inspiration but I do want to drum again.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Then come tomorrow, try your best in therapy. Then the day after, try your best. Then the day after that try your best. Then keep repeating.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“That simple, huh?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“In theory, yes. Practically, not so much. We all get a little confused sometimes and forget to repeat.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Some of us more than others.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Yes, some more than others.”

There is a pause as Panacea takes another bite of salad.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“So, what were you watching.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Watching?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“On the Vid-screen. You were watching something when I came in. What was it?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Oh that. Soapbubble Operational Theatre. It’s where a bunch surgeons who also happen to be actors put on a play.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Can I watch it with you? I mean, if you don’t mind.”

Panacea smiles and leans over turning the vid-screen back on. The doctors and nurses are crowded around the operating table.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“That guy is Orson Wellwisher. He is the host of the show and one of my favorites.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Okay. Who are the other people.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“The tall guy is William P. J. Cottongin. He is playing a visiting surgeon accidentally drawn into the murder mystery.”

Cedar moves closer to the table to get a better view as the High-stage curtains close. The stage lights turn of with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF.

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM HIGH-STAGE AND STARTS TO PAN DOWNWARD. IT GLIDES ONTO AND OVER THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. MOVING EVER DOWNWARD THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS PEAK INTO THE FRAME. THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING DOWNWARD OVER THE MID-STAGE SETS TILL PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT FRONTROOM, DAYTIME
A writing desk sits center stage. In the background, on the stage-right side, sits a short bookcase. The desk has two moving boxes stacked on top of it. The bottom box is labeled “Typewriter”. The top box is labeled “Papers, Scripts, Misc…” The bookcase is nearly empty with only some books remaining on one of the shelves. THOMAS TYPEWRITER is pacing the room speaking to OPHIDIA OPERAHOUSE on his mobile phone.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“So, I thought over what you asked, you know about me helping and working on your project. I have an answer. I will do it.”

There is a LOUD SQUEAL OF DELIGHT from the phone. The squeal catches Thomas off guard, far too loud for how close he has the phone to his ear. Thomas winces and moves the phone away from his ear until the noise subsides.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“I am happy about it too. So what do I need to do first? Any paperwork or forms?”

The Mid-Stage curtains start to close as the stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF.

FADE OUT

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