THE LIBRARY FREAK-OUT: short fantasy/silly screenplay
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Below is a copy of the fountain source, which may become outdated if I update the original source.
Here is a .pdf conversion from the fountain source
(using wrap CLI
THE LIBRARY FREAK-OUT
Author: Richard Alexander Hall
Story by Richard Alexander Hall
2018 Richard Alexander Hall
earthbound dot io
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**Note: the production values for this don’t have to be great. It could be live-action, primitive cartoons poorly animated, or a mix of both. All that is necessary is to convey what happens. Also, imagine and dress the characters any way you wish.**
This large, artful building combines multiple Western medieval fortress and cathedral styles, bedecked with beautiful, colorful, abstract stained glass.
Three weirdos, CHALF, NAR, and YOR, each male and 15, the sort of people who answer “YORF!” when you ask them a question, all dressed in well-decorated robes of various colors with decorative trimming, and Chalf with a beanie, sit at a table in a study area of the library.
Chalf is clever and a bit stern and bossy. Nar is chipper and flighty. Yor lost none of the enthusiastic, random weirdth of infancy.
They are arrayed with study supplies like backpacks, books, papers, pencils and notebooks. They read and take notes.
Also in the area are MANY OTHER PATRONS, of every age and gender, dressed in robes and other sundry medieval attire.
Also seated is THRAIN, a brown Unicorn mare with black horn and long mane, and a rainbow-dyed braid, 6 (26 in human years), spunky and cheery, with a friendly expression carved into her features.
CHARYA, a stereotype nice Librarian lady, 30, in a black robe with embroidered gold fire, sits at a library help desk twenty paces away from Chalf, Nar and Yor.
Nar’s eyes drift away from his book and he twiddles his thumbs, bored, then sighs.
Mm-hm, yep burp.
Chalf twiddles his thumbs. Nar nervously shakes his restless leg up and down and it rattles the table. Yor taps a rhythm on the table.
In a sigh, Chalf speaks the word itself a little too loudly:
Charya (the Librarian) walks over as they fidget, and implores them in a polite tone.
No? Hush yes?
They stop all motion.
Mm-hm yeh okay.
As she walks back to her desk and sits down, Yor scritches his hair and utters a quiet moan as he says the word itself:
Nar taps a rhythm on the table.
He gives them an expression that warns, and inclines his head and gestures with his eyes to Charya.
They glance over to see her. She looks at them with a frown and shakes her head.
Chalf speaks a bit too loudly.
Mm-hm yah yep no okay yep _Hush_.
Chalf lowers his voice.
Mm-hm yah ok yep hush.
They return to thier studies.
Chalf gets a piece of paper out of a folder and it makes an unnaturally loud sound of a percussion brush on a drum.
The three of them look at each other, puzzled.
He slides the paper back and forth on the table in a rhythm, and it makes percussion brush sounds:
**Note: the rhythms and sung/beatboxed parts are examples. Use any invented music you wish.**
He repeats this rhythmic percussion. Nar sings to the rhythm, quietly.
Yor joins, with a queit, low beatbox and sung bass:
(a bit loud)
Startled, they stop and see that she stands right by their table. They wear “caught,” guilty expressions.
Chalf and Charya have a whispered conversation.
I thinks you a Dragon, yep burp.
Why you say burp?
Is weird. If not say, will actual–
He emits a small burp.
But sometimes burp anyway. Burp.
Oh yes. No. Shush. Yes.
He gives Nar and Yor an evil glare of blame. They extend their palms out in innocence with incredulous looks: _you started this!_
Charya points at him.
Uh yes hush burp.
She walks back to her desk and sits.
Shushing is louder than burp why?
Patron Two rolls her eyes.
Exlained. Is just burp, Dragon.
PATRONS THREE AND FOUR
Chalf emits an epic burp.
Sorry. Mmm-hm yeah, is not Dragon, sure. Burp.
Mmm-hm yes sorries, hush.
Chalf, Nar and Yor resume their studies.
Their eyes drift off and they do various restless things (you decide what, actors).
Chalf takes the paper and takes up the metal brush rhythm.
Nar and Yor queitly join with their afore song and beatbox.
Thrain (the Unicorn) grooves to it a bit, dances.
Their volume raises.
Thrain turns to them and smiles, and points at the help desk, where Charya glares at them. Charya’s eyes glow dim red.
They stop their song.
_Quiet._ Or out.
She points to an exit.
Chalf can’t contain himself.
No Dragon. Quiet.
Her glare at him intensifies, and her eyes glow a bit more.
Yeep! Yes I mean quiet, yes sorry, quiet, mm-hm.
She looks away and they return to their studies.
Chalf looks up to see that Thrain gives him a furtive “I know a secret” look.
Knew it! _Knew it!_
They exchange excited whispers.
They glance over to be sure Charya hasn’t noticed their stir. She hasn’t.
Oh boy. Mm-hm yes hush.
They return to studies.
They manage to study for twelve seconds.
Thrain very quietly takes up beatbox of the metal brush rhythm.
Chalf, Nar and Yor can’t stand it and join, and Chalf takes up a new beatbox/sung part.
Patron Five gives a desperately urgent yet queit:
They ignore him. Their volume raises.
I SAID QUIET!
Thrain taps her horn twice on her desk, and many glowy magic shields individually surround her, all patrons, Charya, and the bookshelves.
Flames of out-of-control rage pour out of Charya’s throat and consume the entire library in a flash.
The library is razed in heaps of ashen rubble, some of which burns.
The bookshelves and books stand intact and unharmed, glowy shields around them.
All the patrons climb out of the rubble, glowy shields intact. Many patrons scream or shout in terror but it is silent behind their shields.
Charya bows her head, and all the shields dissappear.
The patron screams break free on the air, but everyone quickly realizes they are safe, and they all go silent.
Thrain walks over to Chalf, looks at him, then points her Unicorn horn at a large, dark, scaly heap.
The scaly heap unfolds and rises to a dragon in full spectacular form and scale.
Some patrons scream or shout in terror, and run away.
The Dragon regards everyone, and frowns.
Sorry! Sorry burn!
Thrain raises her head, winks at Chalf, then looks at the Dragon.
Mm-hm yes quiet sorry burp.
Thrain looks at Chalf.
Mm-hm yes true.
> THE END <[/fountain]
Originally posted at: http://earthbound.io/blog/the-library-freak-out/