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CLAY02    5' GREEN CLAY FROM OUTER SPACE: justice is done

INT NOON WIDE: SCHOOL CAFETERIA

                             KATIE

(enters frame wearing backpack, carrying sack lunch, passes by
Chuckie who sits across from Junior at a table, Katie sits at a
nearby table across from Jen)

(softly)

Hey, Jen. Why are you sitting near... THEM?

                              JEN

(softly)

I think Chuckie is cheating on the social studies test.

                             KATIE

What do you mean?

                              JEN

After we took our social studies test this morning, Chuckie
wrote down all the answers. I think he's going to give the
answers to someone who's taking the same test this afternoon.

                             KATIE

Isn't that a coincidence?!

                              JEN

What do you mean?

                             KATIE

I saw junior writing furiously after the science test this
morning. It occurred to me that he might be giving the answers
to someone who's taking the test this afternoon.

                              JEN

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

                             KATIE

They're going to give each other the answers to the tests.

(head down suddenly)

Don't look.

(Junior and Chuckie look suspiciously around the room while
Katie and Jen pretend not to be interested, then Junior and
Chuckie reach into their backpacks, pull out and swap cheat
sheets, then they slide the cheat sheets into the side pockets
of their backpacks)

Did you see that?!

                              JEN

Those jerks! Those cheating jerks! They exchanged cheat sheets!
Katie, you have to do something!.

                             KATIE

(pulling a sandwich containing small lumps of green clay from
her backpack)

I'm way ahead of you.

                              JEN

And just how are you going to stop them by playing with Play
Dough?

                             KATIE

No time to explain.

(opens it, pulls out a lump, pinches off several tiny bits,
offers three of them)

Just roll these into small balls.

(both roll the bits into balls, then Katie pinches off 12
smaller bits and offers six of them to Jen)

Now we need to roll these into tiny rods.

(both roll the bits into tiny rods, then Katie assembles the
pieces into a 3-segment insect with six legs)

                              JEN

(observing and copying)

Oh, I see what your doing there. We're building an...

(looks toward Junior and Chuckie, whispers)

insect.

                             KATIE

It's a termite.

                              JEN

But why? Why a termite?

                             KATIE

Did you see where they hid their cheat sheets?

                              JEN

Junior put his in the side pocket of his backpack. Why?

                             KATIE

You put your termite in with Junior's cheat sheet when we leave.
I'll put mine in with Chuckie's cheat sheet.

                              JEN

And what good will that do?

                             KATIE

It's complicated. You'll see when it happens.

(offers a pair of tiny clay horns)

Just before you put your insect in with the cheat sheet, attach
these antennae to the head.

(stands, slings her backpack over her shoulder, picks up the
insect and the antennae and assembles them)

See you later, Jen.

(smiles knowingly, walks past Chuckie, the green bug turns into
a brown, wiggly termite, she drops it into the pocket of
Chuckie's backpack, exits frame. Jen does the same to Junior's
backpack)

INT AFTERNOON WIDE: KATIE'S SCIENCE CLASS

                            TEACHER

(passing out tests on the other side of the room)

Alright, everyone, clear your desks, it's time for your science
test. There are twenty questions. Fill in the blanks. Don't
forget to print your name on the upper right hand corner.

(Chuckie looks all around to see if the teacher can see, then
slyly slides his hand down)

(close-up: as Chuckie's hand approaches the side pocket of his
backpack, a termite crawls out of the pocket and slithers away
into the darkness under the desks, then Chuckie's hand reaches
in and pulls out a handful of white saw dust and tiny paper
pieces, incredulous, he drops it all on the floor, jams his hand
back into backpack, pulls out another handful of small paper
bits and white saw dust. He looks in all directions to see if
anyone knows who did this, when his eyes meet Katie's, she turns
toward camera, hand to face, obviously amused.)

INT AFTERNOON WIDE: JEN'S SOCIAL STUDIES CLASS

                            TEACHER

(passing out tests on the other side of the room)

Alright, everyone, clear your desks, it's time for your Social
Studies test. There are twenty questions. Fill in the blanks.
Don't forget to print your name on the upper right hand corner.

(Junior looks all around to see if the teacher can see, then
slyly slides his hand down)

(close-up: as Junior's hand approaches the side pocket of his
backpack, a termite crawls out of the pocket and slithers away
into the darkness under the desks, Junior's hand reaches in and
pulls out a handful of white saw dust and tiny paper pieces,
incredulous, he drops it all on the floor and jams his hand back
into backpack, pulls out another handful of small paper bits and
white saw dust. He looks in all directions to see if anyone
knows who did this, when his eyes meet Jen's, she turns toward
camera, hand to face, obviously amused.)

INT AFTERNOON WIDE: SCHOOL HALLWAY

(school bell rings, Katie bursts out of the classroom door, runs
a short distance to her locker, opens it, looks both ways, pulls
the sandwich bag of green clay from her backpack, busies herself
with her back to the hallway as other students pour into
hallway)

                              JEN

(enters frame with a grin)

How was YOUR test? I got eighteen out of twenty. Junior got less
than half. I wonder why. Say, you owe me an explanation. How did
you do that?!

                             KATIE

I'll explain later, right now, I have to clean up a problem I
created.

                              JEN

(cranes her neck looking over Katie's shoulder)

What are you doing?

                             KATIE

We just released two termites. If we don't get rid of them,
they'll start eating other pieces of paper and even the school
itself.

                              JEN

(cranes her neck looking over Katie's shoulder)

So, what are you doing?

                             KATIE

(looks both ways, backs away a little, offers a green clay gecko
in two pieces)

As soon as the teacher leaves for the day you need to press the
two halves of the gecko together, then release it into the
classroom.

                              JEN

You want ME to handle a LIZARD?!

                             KATIE

Okay, then, I'll do both classrooms.

                              JEN

Nevermind. I'll do it. Just one question.

                             KATIE

(busy finishing the second gecko)

Fire away.

                              JEN

(motions toward gecko)

This guy will eat the termite. But how will we get rid of him?

                             KATIE

(finished with gecko, closes locker, exits with Jen)

We have to come to school early tomorrow before the teacher gets
here and retrieve the gecko.

                              JEN

You mean I have to pick him up twice?!

                             KATIE

Forget it. I'll do it myself.

INT NEXT-MORNING WIDE: SEMI-DARKENED SCHOOL ROOM

(Katie, looks under desks, sees gecko, sneaks up on it, snatches
it, exits room)

INT NEXT-MORNING WIDE: SEMI-DARKENED HALLWAY

(Katie slithers down the hall hugging the wall, looks both ways
as she approaches the classroom door, she looks through the
window, and sees the teacher flicking on the lights, teacher
looks down, sees the gecko scurrying, screams, Katie steps
aside, as teacher exits the classroom running, disappears around
the corner)

                             KATIE

(opens door, looks back)

That could have gone a little smoother.

(disappears into the classroom, door closes behind her)

(sings)

Mr Gecko, where are you?

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