BACK CLAY01 6' GREEN CLAY FROM OUTER SPACE: meteor falls INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: KATIE'S ROOM (Katie sculpts the final touches on a miniature clay rabbit. Camera pans around the room showing close-ups of several other clay miniatures of mammals, insects and birds on every shelf, dresser-top and window sill in the room. Finally, the camera pans back to Katie as she holds the finished miniature at arms length and smiles. She crosses to the window, where she makes room on the crowded window sill for her new creation. Suddenly her face lights up. INT NIGHT OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S ROOM (Katie watches as a fireball from space streaks across the sky until it disappears beyond a hill in the distance. Katie holds up her hands in the form of a picture frame and frames the dead tree on top of the hill behind which the fireball passed, turns to camera) KATIE (whispers to self) I know where it went! (hurries out the door and down the hall) INT NIGHT OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S LIVING ROOM (the television is on. Katie points over her shoulder toward the bedroom, she takes a breath to break the news, but notices both her parents are sleeping. She turns to camera) KATIE Well, I guess I'm the only one who saw it. (smiles, whispers to self) Mom and Dad, can I please go find the meteor? (pauses, smiles, exiting to garage) Well, I guess it's alright then. INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: KATIE'S GARAGE (Katie, dawns a headband with LED light attached, turns it on and off, picks up and examines both sides of a long knife, then stuffs it into her backpack) You can't be too careful. (picks up hammer, swings it, then stuffs it into her backpack) Just in case there are TWO aliens. (exits putting on backpack, imitates Mom) Have a nice time Katie. (regular voice) Thanks Mom. EXT NIGHT WIDE: THE DISTANT HILLTOP WITH THE DEAD TREE (Katie passes under the dead tree and over the hill out of sight) EXT NIGHT WIDE: LANDING SIGHT (Katie walks on the exposed dirt inside a long wide groove in the sod while the grass and shrubs at the edges are still smoldering from the meteor's crash landing. At the end of the groove is a broken meteor, Katie removes her backpack, pulls out the hammer and removes the broken pieces with the claw, then discovers a large, dark, smooth egg beneath that is twice the size of an ostrich egg, raises hammer to pound the egg, but hesitates, looks all around, ponders) KATIE Mother, how am I suppose to know what's in it if I don't crack it open? (Mom's voice) I guess you're right, Katie! Be careful, dear. (pounds the egg with the hammer shattering the shell. She lifts and discards the pieces of shell, exposing the green clay inside to her headlight. She ponders, looks both ways. (Mom's voice) This is a little disappointing, I must say, Katie. What is it? (Regular voice) It LOOKS like clay. GREEN clay. (extends finger) (Mom's voice) You're not going to touch that thing, are you?! (Regular voice) No, Mother, I'll just go home and we'll never find out what it was. (pokes clay tentatively, finger sinks in) Like I said, green clay. (removes knife from backpack, slices the clay in half, examines the cut sides with headlamp) Green clay. Nothing but green clay. (ponders, looks both ways, lifts both halves, stuffs them into her backpack) You know, if it was anybody else, this would have been a waste of time. But as it happens, I'm a big fan of... GREEN clay. (exits frame toward home) INT NEXT-DAY OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S ROOM (camera passes by a shelf full of Katie's clay creations then approaches Katie at her desk from behind, both halves of the green clay are piled next to her with one small chunk missing, when the camera comes over her shoulder, the object of her creation comes into view: a green caterpillar nearly complete and very detailed, she strokes it with a needle-like tool one last time, then holds it at arm's length, tilting her head both ways) KATIE Not bad if I do say so myself. This caterpillar could turn into a butterfly at any moment. (lays the caterpillar on the desk, then smiles) This clay is PERFECT for modeling. (immediately, the caterpillar animates, its many feet extend, it changes colors, several hair-like projections grow out of its back and head, it stands on its feet, and it crawls quickly to the apple at the corner of Katie's desk, then it bores into the apple and crawls inside) Oh, dear! (places her ear near the apple, listens) (sound cue: crunching and slurping noise) Oh, dear! (she picks up the apple by its stem and carries it at arm's length out the door) INT MORNING OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S KITCHEN (Katie hurries to the sink, drops the apple into the garbage disposer and turns on the water and flicks the switch) (sound cue: motor and grinding noise) (she looks down the throat of the garbage disposer to make sure the apple is completely destroyed before switching off the disposer) MOM (enters frame) What are you grinding, Katie? KATIE (startled, she jumps back) Huh? Oh, ah, an apple. It had a worm in it. MOM (motions toward the fruit bowl as she continues to the exit) Well, have another. I bought plenty. (Katie takes one last look down the disposer, turns, takes a deep breath, then hurries out of frame) INT MORNING OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S ROOM (Katie wraps the green clay in too much plastic wrap, then too much aluminum foil, then three plastic shopping bags, then she takes it to the closet and hides the lump behind her shoes, closes the door and flops back against the door and sinks to the floor, two more deep breaths) KATIE Clay? What clay? I didn't see any clay! MOM (knocks, enters) Katie, honey, have you seen the plastic wrap... (points, approaches desk) Oh, there it is. KATIE You can have the aluminum foil too. I'm finished with it. MOM (takes both rolls) What did you need these for? KATIE Oh, um, ah, I have some clay left over. I need to keep it moist. MOM (exiting) I know I've told you this before, honey, but you are a really good sculptor. These animals are so life-like! (closes door) KATIE You have no idea! EXT MORNING WIDE: SIDEWALK OUTSIDE SCHOOL KATIE (enters frame wearing school clothes and backpack) Oh oh! CHUCKIE (enters frame opposite) Alright, hand it over. KATIE You took my lunch yesterday, Chuckie! Why don't you pick on someone else?! CHUCKIE (motions impatiently) Hand it over or I'll rearrange your face. You get my drift? (shows fist) KATIE (removes backpack, pulls out sack lunch, offers it) Here you are... jerk! (exits frame past Chuckie) CHUCKIE (snatches lunch, opens bag, peers inside) Be sure and thank your mother for me, Tuttle. INT NIGHT WIDE: KATIE'S ROOM KATIE (finishes the final essay question on her homework, slams down pencil, sings) Done! (stands, stuffs books, papers and pens into her backpack) What else do I need for tomorrow? (smirks) Perhaps a bomb or tear gas for my friend Chuckie. (smirks) Poison maybe. (smirks) Maybe a laxative! (smile melts, stands erect, looks toward the closet, head tilted) Perfect! (crosses to closet, retrieves package of green clay from the back of the closet, tears off the bags, the foil and plastic coverings, she gouges out a lump of green clay the size of her palm, exits closet and closes the door) (jump cut: Katie, now nearly finished with a crab sculpture, reaches for an Xacto knife, cuts a cleft in one of the claws then turns to the other claw but stops) Wait. That's enough for now. I'll finish it tomorrow, (turns off light) EXT MORNING WIDE: SIDEWALK OUTSIDE SCHOOL KATIE (enters frame wearing school clothes and backpack, carrying a brown lunch bag in one hand and an Xacto knife in the other, stops) Oh, there he is. (sliding xacto knife into bag, peering into bag) Time to finish my new sculpture. (close-up: Katie's hand guides the Xacto knife as it slices the last cleft in the crabs other claw, withdraws knife, tilts head while looking closely into bag, smiles) Perfect. CHUCKIE (enters frame, smiles) Tuttle! You brought my lunch! How thoughtful of you! (sternly) Hand it over. (snatches bag) KATIE Chuckie, you jerk! Why can't you pick on someone else?! CHUCKIE (exiting frame, snooping into bag) Because your mom always makes the best lunches. (suddenly a yellow and red crab grabs hold of his nose and dangles from it, he exits frame running and screaming) KATIE (exiting frame with a smirk, to self) What's the matter, Chuckie? Don't you like sea food?! �2013 Bob Snook. Conditions for use: Do not sell any part of this script, even if you rewrite it. Pay no royalties, even if you make money from performances. You may reproduce and distribute this script freely, but all copies must contain this copyright statement. http://www.bobsnook.org email: [email protected] BACK |