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This
is a story summary, about 3 normal typed pages long, not a
full script.
And sorry, I've kept the ending deliberately obscure.
But . . . !
I'm looking for a way to get this into production, so if you'd
like to see the full thing, please contact
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So
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A
procession of circus wagons bumps through the strange Bogi
Desert on a moonlit night. Posters on the sides of the wagons
advertise various acts, and as the camera tracks past the
windows we glimpse figures whiling away the hours of travel,
catch snippets of conversation between the ringmaster, Jasper’s
father, and his mother the the trap peas trainer.
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The
camera slows at a window of the last wagon and moves into
the lamplit interior. Inside we meet Jasper, practising
a new juggling trick. A tearing, scrabbling sound from the
ceiling makes him stop, listening.
It recurs, grows louder, and Jasper climbs an outside ladder
to the roof to investigate. Silhouetted against the moon
he sees an awkward Swarmy bird tearing at the roof’s
fabric. Jasper shoos it off and examines the hole it’s
made. He finds a cavity containing the remains of a blue-headed
lizard curled around a smooth reflective stone.
The Orbstone.
As he lifts it out a shimmering glow murmurs through it.
Just then the wagon lurches sharply, and Jasper is thrown
off the roof, lands hard on the desert floor and blacks
out.
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Dawn
breaks. He’s woken by the bird who’s been trying
to pry the stone from his grasp. He chases it off, staggers
to his feet and takes stock.
Somehow he must find his way back to the circus, but for this
he needs food and transport.
He surveys his surroundings, then heads for a distant building,
shadowed by the bird |
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By
midday he’s hungry, parched and exhausted, but the building
is still some way off.
Wearily he drops onto a round rock and broods over the stone,
the bird, and the trouble they’ve gotten him into. As
the bird hops vulture-like towards him he hurls the stone
at it, shouting angrily, “I need food!”.
Things
happen fast. The spot where the orbstone hit the ground glows
and boils with energy. The bird snatches the stone in mid-bounce
and flaps awkwardly towards the building. But something rope-like
shoots up at the bird, who dodges it, only to be zapped by
a second ‘rope’ and dragged squawking to the ground.
Jasper
looks at where the stone hit the ground and sees a rapidly
sprouting stalk.
Perched on its top is a small dinner plate bearing a fresh
and tasty cheese sandwhich, neatly sliced in two. Jasper tastes
it suspiciously, then devours it ravenously. |
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Revitalised,
he suddenly wants the stone back.
He goes to where the bird was pulled down and sees a strange sight.
A large chameleon-like head poking up from the ground is swallowing
down the last of the bird as if it were a large insect. It ruminates
for a bit, then spits out a mechanical skeleton based on a Swiss
Army Knife – the bird stripped of its outer covering –
still alive but damaged and disoriented.
A moment later the orbstone too is spat out, after which the head
burps, yawns, and returns to being a round rock.
Warily
Jasper collects the Orbstone.
He tries throwing it again to make it produce a drink, but this
time nothing happens.
He retrieves it and resumes his trek to the building, with the
bird staggering far behind him.
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