Puppet play

The Great Works Project: Season Five, Episode Seven script by Thomas Typewriter

The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 05, Episode 07

an intermission

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2023 thomas typewriter

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FADE IN TO BLACK


From the bottom of the screen scrolls the following text: “05-07”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, and then continues upward ultimately exiting the frame at the top edge. It is then followed by “an intermission” scrolling up from the bottom of the frame. It moves upwards, pausing in the center a moment, and then exiting the top of the frame.


FADE OUT

FADE IN


INT. BIFFARD’S BEDROOM, AFTERNOON

DISSOLVE FROM BRIGHT WHITE THROUGH THE RANGE OF COLORS TO MS OF BIFFARD THE RABBIT AND ROCKCHESTER THE PET ROCK ON BIFF’S BED IN BIFF’S BEDROOM.

Biffard’s bedroom is a moderately sized bedroom in the upper corner of the second floor of his parent’s house. Stage-left windows look outside at the backyard and nearby willow and birch trees. A section of the sloped roof angles down the ceiling towards the windows. In the center of the room sits Biffard’s bed, with a nightstand on either side. The stage-right nightstand has a lamp and alarm clock on it. The stage-left nightstand is taller and more like a bookcase. Each shelf is filled with either comic books bearing titles like “The Cosmic League”, “Tri-Dino”, “Alpha Aardvark”, “The Brown Brag”, “The Blue Vibe at the Dog Show”, and “The Prehistoric Protectors” or large picture books on dinosaurs. The walls of Biff’s bedroom contain posters bearing the Cosmic League and Babysitter Tales characters. There are also smaller posters of dinosaurs. The stage-right side of the bedroom has a door leading out to the 2nd-floor landing. Off-camera, near the door, is a small closet. BIFFARD THE RABBIT, a young child dressed in stripes of yellow and honey gold, is jumping up and down holding ROCKCHESTER THE PET ROCK. As we fade in, we join them in mid-fall. Time starts slowly building up to regular speed when Biff bounces. The two of them are laughing.

BIFFARD THE RABBIT
“Oh no, Dinostore. The citizens of Prehistoric Plateau need our deep discounts but we have to cross the Bumpy Badlands to get there.”

ROCKCHESTER THE PET ROCK
“Rawwrr, you better hold tight.”

They jump up and down

BIFFARD’S MOTHER
(off-camera) “Biff. Biff. Biff!”

Biffard and Rockey stop bouncing.

BIFFARD THE RABBIT
(yelling through the doorway) “What Mom?”

BIFFARD’S MOTHER
(off-camera) “You’re show’s starting.”

Biffard and Rockchester stop bouncing, look at each other, and run downstairs. Exit stage-right through the door. FOOTSTEPS THUDDING as they run down the stairs.

TRANSITION FROM BIFFARD’S BEDROOM TO THE TV DEN

CUT TO

INT. THE TV DEN, AFTERNOON

LS OF THE TV IN THE TV DEN

A brown wood paneled room almost square in shape, the TV Den is just off the main entryway and stairwell. The room contains bookcases, a television, a sofa and an entryway. A soft thick pile rug covers the floor. A large tube television in a wooden cabinet is on the wall opposite the large sofa covered in knitted throws in mixes of brightly colored pastels and deep earth tones . A knitted doily hangs over the edges of the side of the TV. A short glass coffee table sits on the rug between the sofa and TV. The end table next to the sofa currently has a bulbous table lamp and a stack of drink coasters made from slices of stone. Their swirling colors match well with the mix of colors on the throws. A long rectangular window sits above the sofa. In the bookcase, besides many movie cassettes with names like “The Fish Wife”, “The Four Saints”, “Crime Town”, “At the Caves of the Little Sister” and “The Bridge Builder” along with some of Biffard’s drawings Additionally mixed in the other shelves are various books, family photos, sports awards from Biffard’s younger brother and academic awards from Biffard’s older sister. Biffard the Rabbit and Rockchester the Pet Rock run into the frame from the main entryway to the TV Den. They turn on the tv and sit down close to the screen. A LOUD POP AND HUM rings as a bright dot of light dances across the center of the screen. The light expands and quivers till the whole of the screen is filled with the end of the opening sequence from “The Babysitter Tales”. It is a title card with an empty space in the center with illustrations of Gloomarella the Doom Witch, Rod Pocalypse the Doom Baby and Smiles Goodson. In the center appears the text “Episode 1”

TRANSITION FROM BIFFARD’S REALITY TO THE REALITY OF THE TV SHOW THE BABYSITTER’S TAIL.

ZOOM IN ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN SO THAT IT FILLS THE FRAME. IT PANS INTO THE SCREEN MOVING PAST THE PIXELS AND INTO THE STORY

EXT. FRONT GATES TO GLOOM MANOR, LATE AFTERNOON

There is an iron gate built into a gap in a brick wall. The brick wall is not straight and square but of a curving top. Random bricks have broken over the years and have been roughly replaced by large stones. A large wild swath of ivy covers one side. A single streetlamp is visible next to the gate. It has two bulbs in its curving metallic design but only one flickers with life. A layer of fog rolls across the ground hiding it from view. A Fogboat, one of the many magical vehicles of the great city of The Smokestacks, emerges from a large billow of fog. Taking advantage of the large amount of smog produced by the Smokestacks many factories both mundane and magical, the city adapted the pollution into a transit system. The fogboat is a commercial cab style, yellow in color with black and white checkered lines along its side. The cab company name “Yellow Crane” is painted in a circle on the side of the Fogboat. The cab is driven by GLAFIAT GLIMMENS, an older zebrey. In the rear of the cab sit MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING and his wife MONTRICIA DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING. A pair of Rabbittoads, they are dressed in an effort of finery that is all the rage of the middle-class and upper-middle-class management families of the Smokestacks. Mortimer and Montricia exit the cab, using the door on the sidewalk side, or passenger side. They walk towards the front of the boat and the front gate.

GLAFIAT GLIMMENS
“Mister. You don’t want to stay here. This is a cursed place. I’ll even take you back free of charge, just don’t stay here.”

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“But we’re expected. It’d be rude to not continue. Keep the meter running. We’ll be back soon enough.”

They walk up through the gate.

CUT TO CS OF GLAFIAT GLIMMENS

Glafiat reaches across and into his glove box. He opens it and removes a Curio of the Hope of Security, a small irregular stone nearly polished into a pyramid on a long string of beads, he kisses the engravings of two open eyes and two open hands. He places the charm on the dash and looks around nervously.

CUT TO

EXT. GLOOM MANOR FRONT PORCH, DAYTIME

A path of stone moving past overgrown foliage, landscaping both beautiful and sinister. The front porch has a wooden plank base but the railings have rotten away. To the side, we can see a group of trash cans. Metallic and dented. The house itself, the manor has a large window and a large door. The siding is large wooden shingles with paint peeling and signs of moss in the shadowy areas. A wooden porch hangs over the porch, and skeleton-like gargoyle statues sit on the top of the porch. Overgrown topiary boxwoods line the trail path from the front gates to the front porch. Various brightly flowering plants and menacing magical venus fly traps are widely scattered among the boxwoods. Miscellaneous lanterns hang from the porch roof to provide illumination at night. A collection of metal fogboat license plates are bolted to the wall between the door and the window.

LS OF THE COUPLE AS THEY WALK UP THE PATH TO THE DOOR.

CUT TO MS OF THE COUPLE AT THE DOOR

The couple approaches the door. The front door is large and weathered with wide heavy bolted hinges. A large metallic knocker with a face designed into it is mounted in the center of the door. They set their bag down. Mortimer knocks on the door using a heavy metallic door knocker made in the shape of a face. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Mortimer and Montricia wait nervously.

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
(coming from face in the door knocker) “What do you want?”

Mortimer and Montricia look at each other unsure of what to do or how to proceed.

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
(to Montricia) “Do I talk into the door knocker? Into the door?”

GLOOMARELLA THE GLOOM WITCH
“Just talk.”

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
(leans in really close to the knocker) “I spoke to you earlier about an enhancement.”

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
“You my ten o’clock or eleven o’clock?”

Mortimer looks at Montricia unsure how to answer. Montricia shrugs.

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“My name is Mortimer Dewdrop Lillipaddling and you told me you had something to help me at work. I work at a bank and keep getting passed over for a promotion.”

MONTRICIA DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“He never wants it badly enough.”

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
(through the knocker) “Oh, the wimpy banker. Yeah, I have your potion ready. It’ll give you the strength and drive of an animal chasing its prey. But remember to only take one drop a day. Wait…or was it don’t take one drop? (trails off a moment then returns to) Sorry, my little one has not been sleeping and I am a little tired. Let us see (examines the bottle)Yes, one drop. No more than one drop…(looks at Mortimer taking in his size)…three drops. No more than three drops a day. You have my payment?”

Montricia holds up the suitcase she has been carrying.

MONTRICIA DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“Right here.”

The front door cracks open a slight bit.

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
(through the door crack) “Put it on the ground.”

CS OF SPACE IN FRONT OF DOOR

Montricia puts it on the ground. The withered hand of the Gloom Witch reaches out and slides the suitcase into the doorway and out of view. A moment later she slowly slides a vial of potion out.

CUT BACK TO MS

Mortimer exchanges looks with Montricia. She gestures for him to pick up the vial. He leans over and picks up the potion.

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“And this potion will help me get that promotion at the bank.”

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
“Oh, it’ll do more than that.”

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“Like what else.”

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
“Ahhhh…, I’m sorry I don’t recall at the moment. Something good probably. Haven’t been sleeping much lately. Raccoons have been knocking over the trash cans and waking the baby. Cry, Cry, change me, feed me, Wah, Wah. You know how it is.”

MORTIMER DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“Never much cared for children myself.”

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
“Oh. (she closes the door and returns to speaking through the knocker) I release you! Now go. Seriously get out of here.”

MONTRICIA DEWDROP LILLIPADDLING
“But does he take one drop or more than one drop?

The two stare at the door waiting for a response. Morticia reaches for the door knocker as if to knock on the door again except it disappears in a ball of shadowy purple light.

GLOOMARELLA THE DOOM WITCH
(spooky voice in the air) “GO AWAY!”

They yelp and hastily depart from the house.

CAMERA PANS OUT

FADE OUT

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

The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 05, Episode 05

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2023 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK


From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “05-05”. 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

LS OF THE TYPEWRITER PUPPET STAGE

The Typewriter Puppet Stage manifests illuminated by unseen lamps. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING sounds out.

TRANSITION FROM THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE TO MID-STAGE

PAN IN ON THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE

PAN IN ON THE MID-STAGE AREA UNTIL IT IS PROPERLY FRAMED

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-Stage curtains part. The stage-lights turn on to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: EXT. OFFICES OF DOUBLEWAY RENTAL PROPERTIES. DAYTIME
A subdued natural stone color building fills the stage. A set of doors rest just stage-left of center. Stage-right of center the building has a twin set of triangular protruding windows. Brickwork of darked brown can be seen over each door and window. Stenciled in gold letters with a black shadow on the doors is the following text: “Doubleway Rental Properties Inc.”. From off-stage we hear the sound of A CAR PULLING INTO A PARKING SPACE followed by CAR DOORS OPENING AND CLOSING. FOOTSTEPS grow louder preceding THOMAS TYPEWRITER entering stage-right. He crosses across the stage to the doors. He pulls open the closest door and goes inside. From stage-left a BUTTERFLY flies in and lands on the bricks above the windows. It flaps its wings as it warms itself in the sun.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA DISCONNECTS FROM FRAMING THE MID-STAGE AND PANS UPWARD. AFTER GLIDING OVER THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS, THE CAMERA ASCENDS ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS LINING THE BACK OF THE MID-STAGE. UP AND UP IT PANS. AT THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS IT SLOWS AS THE HIGH-STAGE SLIDES INTO VIEW. THE CAMERA FINISHES PANNING WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The High-stage curtains are closed but open shortly. As they part the High-stage stage lights click on with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING UP revealing a scene already in progress.

HIGH-STAGE: INT. PHYSIO-THERAPY OFFICE 505
A small desk sits on the stage-right side of the room. Bare walls, a soft pastel beige-pink divided by a wide horizontal white stripe, move stage-left and stage-right from the corner of the room behind the desk. On the walls are various medical posters related to physical therapy and therapeutic exercises. IASO FLAUTO sits at the desk, dressed in a white medical coat, hair up in a bun, fiddling with her small mirror-shaped medical scanner. Sitting in the front of the desk are the three Medi-pods housing LUCIDO OBSIDIAN, CEDAR WAXWINGS, and CARRO.

IASO FLAUTO
“And everyday we will meet to complete physical therapy.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I don’t understand.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Yeah, why physical therapy? How are we suppose to do that in these egg coffins.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Isn’t the Medi-Pods repairing us. We’ll be fine when we get out.”

IASO FLAUTO
“Unfortunately no Cedar. To answer both of your points, yes the Medi-Pods will repair your bodies, and while yes it seems silly to ask you to conduct physical therapy while inside them, it is how they were designed. Normally your injuries would require surgery, a period of convalescence, and then another period of physical therapy and strength rebuilding. The Medi-Pod allows the two stages, healing and recovery, to overlap. ”

CARRO
“But why am I in one. I don’t have a body.”

IASO FLAUTO
“That used to be true. Solar/Lunar decided with your Sparkship shell lost, and honestly guys how’d you crash a Sparkship? A fleet of over one-hundred ships and only one has ever crashed. Yours.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Now hold on, we didn’t crash the ship.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Yeah, something hit the ship.”

IASO FLAUTO
“I mean, you guys should be worrying more about why you are not in jail instead of why the Doctor is telling you you have to do physical therapy.”

CARRO
“Oh.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Why are we not in jail?”

IASO FLAUTO
“Heck if I know. Maybe cause coma victims make poor prisoners. Maybe Solar/Lunar is too embarrassed they lost a ship. Who knows. Not my concern.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“My dad. My dad is the embarrassed one. He’d never let it get out his son crashed one of his precious ships. Easier to put us here.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“So, who’s paying for all this.”

IASO FLAUTO
“The Solar/Lunar Fleet”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Oh.”

IASO FLAUTO
“Right now what is important is that we get you three healthy and healed, and in Carro’s case into a new body. Therapy starts tomorrow morning after breakfast. You can have the rest of the day to yourselves.”

Iaso presses a button on the mirror on her desk.

IASO FLAUTO
“Panacia, we’re done here.”

PANACIA FLAUTO
(off-screen) “I’ll be right there.”

IASO FLAUTO
“That is all for today gentlemen. If you wouldn’t mind waiting outside for Panacia, I have another appointment.”

The three Medi-pods wander out of the medical office. Once they are gone, Iaso turns to the large mirror behind her.

IASO FLAUTO
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall who needs forgiveness today.”

The mirror shifts and shimmers changing from reflecting the medical office to showing the Forgiving Place. Fiery light cast on the edges.

IASO FLAUTO
“Interesting. I’ll be over shortly.”

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

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA DETACHES FROM FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT MOVES OVER THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS, DESCENDING LOWER AND LOWER. IT MOVES OVER THE TOP OF THE MID-STAGE SETS AND DOWNWARD FURTHER UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: EXT. THE DOUBLEWAY RENTAL PROPERTIES OFFICES. DAYTIME
A not-quite two-story pale brown brick building fills most of the stage. It ends just short of stage-right while extending out of sight of stage-left. Double-doors of glass, with the Doubleway Rental Properties logo painted just off-center. To the other side of center, stage-right side, three windows, each of a triangular prism form, jut out from the building. Red brick arches curve over the doors as well as each window. A butterfly rests on the side of the building sunning itself. THOMAS TYPEWRITER exits the building through the double-doors coming into our view. He is carrying a stack of papers. Thomas walks stage-right exiting off stage. From off-stage we hear the sound of CAR DOORS OPENING AND CLOSING, AN ENGINE TURNING ON, and lastly, A CAR DRIVING AWAY. The butterfly on the side of the building leaves the side of the building, flying around the stage. It flies upward, exiting by flying past the edge of the framing image. The stage lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-Stage curtains close.

FADE OUT

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

The Great Works Project scripts

———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 05, Episode 04

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2023 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN TO BLACK

From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “05-04”. 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

LS OF THE TYPEWRITER PUPPET STAGE

The Typewriter Puppet Stage slowly appears under unseen lamps as they power on. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING sounds out.

TRANSITION FROM THE TYPEWRITER ABSTRACT PUPPET STAGE TO MID-STAGE

PAN IN ON THE TYPEWRITER PUPPET STAGE
PAN IN ON THE MID-STAGE AREA UNTIL IT IS PROPERLY FRAMED

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED
The Mid-Stage curtains part. The stage-lights turn on to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT’S LIVING ROOM, LATE AFTERNOON
A small table sits front stage, just stage-left of the center. Across the back of the stage rests two tall bookshelves, filled with various books, graphic novels, CDs, artwork, and houseplants. Off to stage-right stands a bookshelf half as tall, topped by houseplants. It is also crammed with books, graphic novels, CDs, and artwork. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters through the front door hidden behind the center’s tall bookshelf. He emerges from behind the bookshelf and sets his mail down on a shelf. He takes off his shoes. He then walks over to the desk. Taking out a sheet of paper and a pen from a drawer, he stoops to write.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(voiceover) “To do: 1. Notify the landlord company moving out of the apartment. 2. Cancel cable. 3. Cancel phone line. 4. Close bank accounts 5. Get moving boxes to pack up belongings. Question: Do we need everything we have? 6. Give Ophidia a final answer to her question.”

Thomas exits stage-right.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA DISCONNECTS FROM FRAMING THE MID-STAGE AND PANS UPWARD. IT SLIDES OVER THE SETS TO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS ALONG THE BACK OF THE STAGE. IT CONTINUES PANNING UPWARD ACROSS THE CURTAINS OF CLOUD TO THE HIGH-STAGE AT THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN. THE CAMERA CONTINUES ONTO THE HIGH-STAGE UNTIL PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.

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

HIGH-STAGE: INT. CORRIDOR 505 OF THE FLUTE
A long corridor stretches across the stage. Recessed light panels fill the curve where the wall meets the ceiling. Along the walls, thick lines of red, blue, yellow, and brown run along the wall. A fifth dotted black line runs underneath the other four. One line for each color. 505 is painted in thick black stencil lettering on the side of the corridor. PANACEA FLAUTO enters stage-left. She walks across the stage and stands facing stage-left. She is holding up her Medi-scanner. Panacea is holding the Medi-scanner in one hand and with the other hand she is holding the sensor wand. She is holding the sensor wand against the Medi-scanner in a way very similar as if it was a joystick. Three Medi-pods, containing LUCIDO OBSIDIAN, CEDAR WAXWINGS, and the brainbox of CARRO emerge stage-left. They move awkwardly and jerkily bumping into each other and the walls before resting in the center of the stage.

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Gentlemen if I may have a moment of your attention. The Flauto is a very large ship. To help you navigate the walls are marked with colored lines, each color denoting a different area in the ship. The red line leads to the Medical sections. The blue line leads to the residences or patient rooms. The yellow leads to the cafeteria and the observation dome. And the brown is for staff only.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“What is that?”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Staff only means offices, supply closets, engineering. Things the patients don’t need to go to.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“No, not the brown line. The dotted line.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“That’s not important.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“But where does it lead to?”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Yeah. Does it go anywhere?”

CARRO
“Maybe it’s a fold line.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Now gentlemen we should…”

CARRO
“Like the place where what looks like two things but are actually one thing overlap.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Maybe it’s merely decorative”

CEDAR WAXWING
“Or graffiti.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Seems too utilitarian to be graffiti.”

CARRRO
“I still say fold line. A ship this old could be a Caregiver. They have other versions stacked on top of it.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“That’s not exactly true.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Oh yeah, then why do we have like eight bosses for a company owned by two people?

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Gentlemen. If we could get back on subject.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“I’m just saying they are not all like that.”

CARRO
“Wonder what makes up this space? Who else?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Of course you’d jump to their defense.”

PANACEA FLAUTO
“Gentlemen.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Now that’s not fair.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Oh it isn’t now.”

Panacea, visibly frustrated, presses a button on the Medi-scanner. The center light on the top of each Medi-pod turns blue. The three go silent and Panacea drives them off-screen exiting stage-right. She follows behind them.
They exit stage-right. The High-stage lights turn off with the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF.

TRANSITION FROM THE HIGH-STAGE TO THE MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA PANS DOWNWARD, DETACHING FROM THE HIGH-STAGE AND MOVING TOWARDS THE MID-STAGE BELOW. IT GLIDES LOWER AND LOWER ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. THE TOPS OF THE MID-STAGE SETS POP INTO VIEW AS THE CAMERA SLOWS COMING TO REST PROPERLY FRAMING MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT’S LIVING ROOM. MORNING
The living room stands dark. In the dim, we can make out three bookshelves across the back of the stage, at angles to each other. The stage-left and center bookshelves are tall and joined to each other. A gap separates the two from the third. It is shorter than the others. All three are loaded with books, graphic novels, music CDs, artwork, and houseplants. A beam of sunlight casts its way across the living room from stage-left. SONGBIRDS CHIRPING drifts in from off-stage. The stage-lights slowly rise as the sun rises on this new day. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from stage-right. He walks across the stage to stage-left. He exits. He returns eating a bagel. He walks back across the stage and exits stage-right. A longer moment passes before he reenters. This time he is dressed, with a jacket, hat and gloves. The bagel was in his mouth as he entered so he could finish putting on the jacket. He takes it out of his mouth and finishes the last bit. He walks over to his desk, the same desk he wrote the note on previously. He picks up the note and moves to leave the apartment. The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHTSWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-Stage curtains close.
FADE OUT

The Skipping Stone – a new The Not So Puppet Show script by Thomas Typewriter

scripts, The Not So Puppet Show

———–<.thom.>———–

THE NOT SO PUPPET SHOW

Tract #001

“The Skipping Stone”

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2023 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE IN

Title Sequence plays

FADE OUT
FADE IN

EXT. LAKESIDE, DAYTIME
The front of the stage is the shoreline of a lake. The back of the stage is high grass transitioning into a thick forest. There is a pebble-laden path off to stage left. A fallen log sits on the shoreline.

LS OF THE BEACH

From the path enters THOMAS TYPEWRITER. He walks over to the shoreline and looks out at the water.

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “As a child, I grew up close to a river, a short bike from the water’s edge. Something I liked doing was skipping stones. My mind was always too loud and my inner self too large. It all went away as I watched the rocks fly, the waves ripple out.”
As Thomas narrates a piece of background music which is noisy and unpleasant starts to increase in volume. He looks out to the water. When the volume of the cacophony becomes louder than the background sounds of animals and birds, Thomas turns his attention to the shoreline. He scans the beach and finds some rocks. With a flick of his arm, the rock sails out. The background noise stops.

CUT TO LS OF THOMAS ON THE SHORE.

The rock flies out and bounces across the water. It flies towards the camera before sinking under the water. He tosses a second.

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “Now that I am back here, something occurs to me. Something always occurs to me in those moments when my thoughts slip away, when I no longer feel too big on the inside, too small on the outside.”

CUT TO LS OF THOMAS TYPEWRITER

Thomas tosses another stone.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “ It occurs to me, I am like this stone. I am propelled by some force traveling across a surface making waves until my arc ends and I disappear.”

CUT TO A SHOT OF STONE ENDING ITS FLIGHT AND SLIPPING UNDER THE WATER

CUT TO CS OF THE WAVES FROM THE ROCK SLIPPING UNDER THE WATER SPREADING OUT

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “And in my flight across this world, I have an effect. The waves of my effect will continue long after my flight has ended. Yet, they are not infinite. They too will eventually run out and disappear. And as all this unfolds I find myself a bystander watching the waves of my actions rippling out, captivated by the patterns of my life but at the same time unable to find any grand purpose to the whole affair.”

CUT BACK TO CS OF THOMAS’S FACE

CUT TO MS OF THOMAS THROWING A TONE

TRANSITION TO THE WAVE SCREEN SEQUENCE.

FADE TO THE WAVE SCREEN BOARD

The Water Shadow Board is a screen, a transparent water tank, and a set of bright lights. The three elements are arranged in a way that the bright lights project through the water tank onto the screen. The screen is filmed so that the shadow of any object moving across or through the water is cast onto the screen. Additionally, the inference patterns caused by the water in motion or waves across the surface of the water are also cast onto the screen. The camera will be positioned to film the screen and the shadows cast, not the tank of water or bright lights. Those will always remain out of frame.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “What is the measure of my life, of my stone’s throw?”

As Thomas narrates, stones are thrown across the surface of the water in the clear tank creating a shadow pattern on the screen.”

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “Is it the number of years I live? The number of seconds I remain in flight? The distance traveled? The size or number of waves?”

The shadow patterns flow out to stop.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(narration) “Maybe it is something else.”

INSERT TO CS OF A THROWN ROCK BOUNCING OFF THE WATER’S SURFACE, IN SLOW-MOTION.

SLOW THE SLOW MOTION OF THE ROCK BOUNCING OFF THE WATER UNTIL FREEZING AT THE MOMENT OF IMPACT. THEN PLAY IN REVERSE UNTIL THE ROCK IS BACK IN THOMAS’ HAND

CS OF THE ROCK IN THOMAS’ HAND

THE SKIPPING STONE
“The answer is simpler than you would believe. I have no control over the duration of my flight or the waves I make. I have no awareness of my path. All I have is the brief moments of contact with the surface. To me, there is only a lifespan of kisses with the water. I only have control over how I kiss, as in the sweet or bitter things I say at that moment and in turn how I take the sweet or bitter things the water says to me. That is my life and that by extension is your life.”

CUT TO CS OF THOMAS CONTEMPLATING WHAT THE SKIPPING STONE SAID.

THE SKIPPING STONE
(off-camera) “Ahem.”

Thomas looks down.

CUT TO A CLOSE SHOT OF THE ROCK IN THOMAS’ HAND

THE SKIPPING STONE
“Don’t you think it is time we both lived?”

CUT TO THOMAS NODDING HIS HEAD YES.

Thomas throws the rock. It skips out across the water. Thomas stands and watches the waves spread out and eventually disappear. He then pulls out his phone and dials a number. After a few RINGS, it picks up.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Hey, honey. Yeah, I’m feeling better. How about you. How are you doing? I’d like to listen to whatever you have to say.”
Thomas Typewriter exits.

FADE OUT