Feast

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FADE IN:

EXT. DESERT -- DAY

The white sun beats down on the rocky terrain. There's not a

cloud in the blue sky and the wind is at a standstill.

Far in the distance, a LINE OF PEOPLE make their way towards

the entrance of a small cavern.

Two VULTURES perched on barren tree watch the intruders.

EXT. CAVERN ENTRANCE -- MOMENTS LATER

A tall, lean, effeminate man with oversized glasses and

wearing a tight brown uniform stands in front of the cavern

entrance. He wears a tan bandanna around his neck and uses a

water-filled spray bottle to cool himself down.

This is the MALE BROWNIE TROOP LEADER (36).

TROOP LEADER:

(with a lisp)

Okay ladies, gather around!

A DOZEN YOUNG GIRLS dressed in BROWNIE UNIFORMS stand in

front of the Troop Leader. They've been walking for half the

day and couldn't care less what adventure awaits.

He produces a small hand chisel.

TROOP LEADER:

This is the type of chisel that we

will all be using today. It is not

to be used for "hitting" things, it

is to be used for "chiseling"

things... gently.

He demonstrates, chiseling the air.

TROOP LEADER:

And does anyone know why we don't

want to hit things?

The girls sigh, they've been through this type of treatment

from him a thousand times before.

BROWNIE GROUP:

Because we don't want to break the

dinosaur bones.

TROOP LEADER:

Correct! Now, let's get to it and

earn those anthropology badges!

The Troop Leader turns to enter the cavern. The group follows.

A SICKLY BROWNIE tries to hide from the others, but the Troop

Leader notices her. He shakes his head and corners her.

TROOP LEADER:

(kneeling)

Hey little bear, aren't you going to

join the others?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

Um, my allergist told me not to engage

in physically demanding activities

where ragweed or spores might be

present, sir.

The Troop Leader frowns, but knows what to do.

TROOP LEADER:

Do you have a note to corroborate

these claims?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

Um, well...

TROOP LEADER:

Are you lying to me?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

Well...

TROOP LEADER:

What did we say about lying?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

I'm not lying.

TROOP LEADER:

You know that no one likes a liar,

right?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

I said I'm not lying.

The Troop Leader tilts his head, unsure.

TROOP LEADER:

Well, let's just say this... You

don't have to join your troop if

your claim of sickness is genuine,

however if you are lying, someone

will always know...

Troop Leader points up to God.

TROOP LEADER:

And remember what happens to a liar's

soul when they die? It burns in

hell... for eternity.

The Troop Leader nods his head and rises, pointing to the

sky once again.

Sickly Brownie doesn't waver, she's not going in that cavern.

TROOP LEADER:

...and you don't get the badge.

Sickly Brownie's eyes widen. She follows the Troop Leader.

INT. CAVERN -- MOMENTS LATER

A string of lights at the top of the cavern provide the only

light. Each Brownie lightly chisels at the rock walls, looking

for anything.

The Troop Leader wears a hard hat with a flashlight mounted

on the top.

TROOP LEADER:

Not so hard girls, slow and steady

is how Troop Daddy likes it.

The Sickly Brownie is deep in the cavern, gently chiseling

at a wall. She looks back at the Troop Leader and WHACKS the

wall...

CRUSH... the rock wall crumbles and a SMALL HOLE remains.

The Troop Leader notices and rushes over to investigate.

TROOP LEADER:

What have you done now, broke the

darn thing?

SICKLY BROWNIE:

(covering)

I just hit it like you said.

The Troop Leader moves closer to the hole.

TROOP LEADER:

Yeah, right. Let me see there...

Troop Leader chisels at the surface surrounding the hole.

It crumbles away and he accidentally DROPS his chisel in.

TROOP LEADER:

Whoops!

SNOTTY BROWNIE comes over.

SNOTTY BROWNIE:

What is it?

He shines his light into the tiny breach. There's a moment

of silence and then... a distant PING, like the chisel fell

hundreds of feet.

TROOP LEADER:

It's deep. That's weird, maybe it's

a hidden cavern, with an old cowboy's

stash!

(animated to group)

Listen up ladies, we may have found

a secret treasure! Who wants to be

rich!?

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