ScriptFrenzy script, part four
So I FINALLY wrote some more. It's not much, but it's all I've got in me at the moment -- GET OFF MY BACK OKAY I DIDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT. I'm going to wait around for my brain to get a bit weirder and then I'm just gonna fucking go for it, and then NONE of you fuckers will be able to understand what I'm talking about. Then you'll see!! Muaha!
EXT- BALLOON PILE
BALLOON
It’s an interesting thing about babies… Baby giraffes stand up on wobbly legs and reach for their mothers mere moments after being born, which is especially impressive when you consider that, on account of the mother also being a giraffe, the first thing the baby experienced was quite a precipitous drop onto the solid ground.
Baby sea turtles crawl across the treacherous sands to get back to the ocean the moment they’re hatched. They’re born without parents, surrounded by predators on all sides, roughly half of them will die in the process, but still, they go for it, right off the bat.
Baby humans… they don’t do anything at all, do they? They’re fairly useless, really, they can’t even lift their heads until they’ve lived more than thirty times the lifespan of the average insect, and they can’t function on their own for years after that. Years! All that wasted time…
…
………
Can’t remember what my point was, now.
INT- KITCHEN
Hank’s set up a war-room, with lots of whiteboards with circles and arrows everywhere. Intense strategy-planning music plays. Hank, wearing a camouflage bandanna, strolls importantly back and forth, chattering and occasionally whacking a whiteboard with a pencil. Eventually, he nods, looking satisfied with himself, and turns to Casey and Susan.
Susan is staring, dumbfounded.
SUSAN
Riiight… Casey, what did he just say?
We now see that Casey has been playing with the baby (who’s been gagged again) and wasn’t listening to any of it.
CASEY
Don’t you think we should name him?
SUSAN
What?
CASEY
I think he looks like a “Nibzy”, don’t you?
SUSAN
Casey, were you listening at ALL?
CASEY
Nibby-Nibs. Nibbles. Nibzy-poo!
SUSAN
(to Hank)
Yeah. We’re doomed.
CASEY
(singing)
Nibby-Nibby-poo, I love you! I love you, yes I do, yes I do!
SUSAN
(to herself)
Totally doomed.
EXT- BALLOON PILE
BALLOON
Many hours later…
INT. KITCHEN-NIGHT
CASEY
(still singing)
…Love my Nibbles Niblet, Nibby-pie, Nibbie-poo! Love my Nibbie-poo, cause he’s cuter than a shoe! Love my Nibzy even though he dribbles lots of goo!
Hank and Susan are both sort of zoned out and staring at the ceiling.
CASEY
A Nibzy’s gotta do what a Nibzy’s gotta do! I love my Nibby Nibbles more than I love you! I love my Nibzy-poo because his eyes are big and blue! Love my-
SUSAN
(erupting)
Oh my god, shut UP!!!!!
CASEY
(looking offended)
All right, calm down!
SUSAN
Can we PLEASE have SOME kind of plan here? One that doesn’t include any words rhyming with “poo”?
CASEY
Can’t we have a break first? We’ve been sitting here all day!
SUSAN
(glaring)
I KNOW.
CASEY
So… yes?
SUSAN
This is ridiculous. Go do whatever you want, tomorrow we’re just going to follow Hank and hope for the best, I can’t take much more of this.
CASEY
Great, thanks!
(Bouncing Nibzy out of the room)
Love my Nibby-Nibbles, Nibbie-pie, Nibbie-poo…
Close up of the clock on the wall. Its hands circle all the way around until it’s 9:00 in the morning. We pull back out into the kitchen and see Casey , Hank, and Nibzy at the table. Casey’s got a cup of coffee and a big backpack. Hank has a rucksack made out of a sock. Nibzy (no longer gagged) is asleep. Susan enters with a backpack and a big paper bag.
SUSAN
Okay, I’ve made us some sandwiches.
CASEY
Mustard and onions with whipped cream?
SUSAN
(holds out sandwiches)
Two of ‘em.
CASEY
(taking them)
Thanks!
SUSAN
…ya freak. And I’ve made some peanut butter, some tuna salad, and one with olives and cream cheese, cause… that was what was in the kitchen. So. Are we ready to go?
CASEY
All set!
HANK
(chatters)
SUSAN
Excellent. Hank, lead the way!
Hank grabs his bag and hops down from the table. Casey picks up Nibzy, and they follow him out the door.
~~~~
That's it for now. I hope I didn't accidentally steal "Nibzy" from somewhere, but I trust you to tell me if I did.
EXT- BALLOON PILE
BALLOON
It’s an interesting thing about babies… Baby giraffes stand up on wobbly legs and reach for their mothers mere moments after being born, which is especially impressive when you consider that, on account of the mother also being a giraffe, the first thing the baby experienced was quite a precipitous drop onto the solid ground.
Baby sea turtles crawl across the treacherous sands to get back to the ocean the moment they’re hatched. They’re born without parents, surrounded by predators on all sides, roughly half of them will die in the process, but still, they go for it, right off the bat.
Baby humans… they don’t do anything at all, do they? They’re fairly useless, really, they can’t even lift their heads until they’ve lived more than thirty times the lifespan of the average insect, and they can’t function on their own for years after that. Years! All that wasted time…
…
………
Can’t remember what my point was, now.
INT- KITCHEN
Hank’s set up a war-room, with lots of whiteboards with circles and arrows everywhere. Intense strategy-planning music plays. Hank, wearing a camouflage bandanna, strolls importantly back and forth, chattering and occasionally whacking a whiteboard with a pencil. Eventually, he nods, looking satisfied with himself, and turns to Casey and Susan.
Susan is staring, dumbfounded.
SUSAN
Riiight… Casey, what did he just say?
We now see that Casey has been playing with the baby (who’s been gagged again) and wasn’t listening to any of it.
CASEY
Don’t you think we should name him?
SUSAN
What?
CASEY
I think he looks like a “Nibzy”, don’t you?
SUSAN
Casey, were you listening at ALL?
CASEY
Nibby-Nibs. Nibbles. Nibzy-poo!
SUSAN
(to Hank)
Yeah. We’re doomed.
CASEY
(singing)
Nibby-Nibby-poo, I love you! I love you, yes I do, yes I do!
SUSAN
(to herself)
Totally doomed.
EXT- BALLOON PILE
BALLOON
Many hours later…
INT. KITCHEN-NIGHT
CASEY
(still singing)
…Love my Nibbles Niblet, Nibby-pie, Nibbie-poo! Love my Nibbie-poo, cause he’s cuter than a shoe! Love my Nibzy even though he dribbles lots of goo!
Hank and Susan are both sort of zoned out and staring at the ceiling.
CASEY
A Nibzy’s gotta do what a Nibzy’s gotta do! I love my Nibby Nibbles more than I love you! I love my Nibzy-poo because his eyes are big and blue! Love my-
SUSAN
(erupting)
Oh my god, shut UP!!!!!
CASEY
(looking offended)
All right, calm down!
SUSAN
Can we PLEASE have SOME kind of plan here? One that doesn’t include any words rhyming with “poo”?
CASEY
Can’t we have a break first? We’ve been sitting here all day!
SUSAN
(glaring)
I KNOW.
CASEY
So… yes?
SUSAN
This is ridiculous. Go do whatever you want, tomorrow we’re just going to follow Hank and hope for the best, I can’t take much more of this.
CASEY
Great, thanks!
(Bouncing Nibzy out of the room)
Love my Nibby-Nibbles, Nibbie-pie, Nibbie-poo…
Close up of the clock on the wall. Its hands circle all the way around until it’s 9:00 in the morning. We pull back out into the kitchen and see Casey , Hank, and Nibzy at the table. Casey’s got a cup of coffee and a big backpack. Hank has a rucksack made out of a sock. Nibzy (no longer gagged) is asleep. Susan enters with a backpack and a big paper bag.
SUSAN
Okay, I’ve made us some sandwiches.
CASEY
Mustard and onions with whipped cream?
SUSAN
(holds out sandwiches)
Two of ‘em.
CASEY
(taking them)
Thanks!
SUSAN
…ya freak. And I’ve made some peanut butter, some tuna salad, and one with olives and cream cheese, cause… that was what was in the kitchen. So. Are we ready to go?
CASEY
All set!
HANK
(chatters)
SUSAN
Excellent. Hank, lead the way!
Hank grabs his bag and hops down from the table. Casey picks up Nibzy, and they follow him out the door.
~~~~
That's it for now. I hope I didn't accidentally steal "Nibzy" from somewhere, but I trust you to tell me if I did.