Frankenweenie Page #7

E:

It's not there anymore.

VICTOR:

Maybe it just hopped out. Did you

have the lid on?

E:

Yes! Ever since...since I left

your house. I mean, it was there

when I went to bed.

Victor ponders the possibilities.

E:

I'm thinking, maybe they don't

last. They're only there for a

little bit and then they're gone.

Suddenly panicked, Victor runs back to his house.

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Victor runs up the stairs.

INT. ATTIC WORKSHOP - DAY

Victor runs through the attic. He pulls the curtain back

his eyes go right to where he left Sparky tied up.

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The rope is still there. But his dog is gone.

VICTOR:

*Gasp* No! Sparky! *Gasp*

A BARK.

Victor turns to find Sparky drinking out of his bowl.

He scratches his ear and it falls off.

VICTOR (O.S.)

Sparky!

Victor rushes over to him. Sparky's not sure what all the

drama is about but does seem slightly concerned with his

lost ear.

VICTOR:

Oh! Don’t worry. I can fix that

too.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Victor is in bed. He reaches under the bed to pat

Sparky's head...

VICTOR:

Good night, boy.

...then switches off the light.

TRANSITION TO:

EXT. BOB’S HOUSE

Bob’s Mom is having a drink in the garden. She slurps the

last few drops before she heaves herself up to go inside

for a refill.

EXT. ROOF OF TOSHIAKI'S HOUSE - DAY

Bob is nervous. Looking back over his shoulder...

BOB:

Are you sure this is going to

work?

Toshiaki is shaking a soda bottle.

TOSHIAKI:

No. That's why it's called an

experiment. We have to collect

data.

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BOB:

Do we have to collect it on me?

WIDER, we see that Bob is wearing a modified backpack.

Lashed to it are nine two-liter container of soda, caps

pointing down, each with a pull-string. Toshiaki

attaches the tenth and final bottle.

TOSHIAKI:

Ready?

BOB:

No.

TOSHIAKI:

Ten. Nine. Eight.

BOB:

We could use a test dummy or

something.

TOSHIAKI:

Seven. Six. Five.

BOB:

Computer simulation.

TOSHIAKI:

Four. Three. Two.

BOB:

I have to pee.

TOSHIAKI:

One.

Toshiaki yanks the cord. The soda BLASTS out the bottom

of the jet-pack.

Toshiaki grabs his video camera to document their

success.

BOB:

Whoah, woah, w-w-w-woah woah,

whoah, woah, woah, woah.

Bob finds himself hovering in fits and starts and

actually gets a bit airborne.

BOB:

(incredulous)

It's working. It's working!

Through the lens we see Bob hover in the air for a long

moment before he drops like a stone out of frame.

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BOB:

*Painful murmurs*

Toshiaki, still filming looks down to find Bob sprawled

on the grass. His arm is bent at an impossible angle.

Bob’s Mom comes outside hearing the commotion.

BOB:

*Scream*

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

A half-dozen NEIGHBORS and classmates have gathered to

watch as Bob is loaded into an ambulance. His arm is

already in a sling.

BOB'S MOTHER is apoplectic:

BOB'S MOTHER

What were you boys doing on the

roof!?

Bob and Toshiaki exchange a glance.

BOB AND TOSHIAKI

Science.

INT. SCHOOL ASSEMBLY ROOM - NIGHT

Mom and Dad arrive at the meeting as Mr Burgemeister

starts to speak at the podium.

BURGEMEISTER:

As mayor of New Holland, you have

entrusted me with your safety. So

I can't sit idly by while a

teacher endangers our children.

Bob’s Mother is also on the stage with Bob whose arm is

still in a sling.

BOB'S MOTHER

The man is a menace!

A lot of agreement from the PARENTS in attendance.

Another father stands up in the crowd.

ANOTHER FATHER:

Have you looked through this

"science" book they're using?

Apparently, Pluto isn't good

enough to be a planet anymore.

(MORE)

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ANOTHER FATHER (CONT'D)

When I was a kid, Pluto was a

great planet. This guy comes

along and rewrites the rules.

MOM:

In fairness, he didn't write the

textbook.

DAD:

Mr Mayor, Edward Frankenstein,

your neighbour of course. I would

just like to say that our son

Victor is just crazy about the new

teacher. Thinks he's great.

ANOTHER MOTHER:

My Cynthia has been asking all

sorts of strange questions. About

things I've never even heard of!

DAD:

Shouldn’t we at least give the man

the chance to explain himself?

BURGEMEISTER:

Yes. Please come up.

Mr...Menace.

He points to Mr. Rzykruski, who has been lingering at the

back of the assembly room.

He comes up front to the microphone.

He clears his throat.

MR. RZYKRUSKI

Ladies, Gentlemen. I think the

confusion here is that you are all

very ignorant.

A sea of stony faces.

MR. RZYKRUSKI

Is this right word, "ignorant?" I

mean simple. Primitive.

Unenlightened.

Not winning them over.

MR. RZYKRUSKI

You do not understand science, so

you are afraid of it. Like a dog

is afraid of thunder, or balloons.

To you, science is magic and

witchcraft because you have such

small minds.

(MORE)

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MR. RZYKRUSKI (CONT'D)

I cannot make your heads bigger,

but your children's heads -- I can

take them and crack them open.

This is what I try to do. To get

at their brains.

MOM:

Oh my!

Mr. Rzykruski somehow convinced he did a good job...

MR. RZYKRUSKI

Thank you.

Mr Rzykruski leaves the stage.

DAD:

Oh, geeze.

EXT. ELSA’S BACKYARD - NIGHT

Elsa PRACTICE-HUMS her Dutch Day song while Persephone

does her business, sniffing around the bushes.

Forgetting a lyric, Elsa checks a sheet she was holding

behind her back.

EXT. VICTOR’S HOUSE / BACKYARD - NIGHT

Meanwhile, Victor has Sparky outside in his backyard.

VICTOR:

Be quick, boy. They’ll be home

any minute.

Sparky smells Persephone. He sniffs along the fence.

INTERCUT BOTH SIDES

Persephone sniffs along the fence as well.

She BARKS.

Sparky BARKS back.

VICTOR:

No no no no! Ssssh!

He covers over Sparky’s mouth.

Elsa approaches the fence and stands on tippe toe so that

she can just barely see over the top.

ELSA:

Victor?

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Victor crouches low so that she can’t see him and

struggles to keep Sparky from barking again.

ELSA:

Victor?

VICTOR:

Hi, Elsa. What are you doing?

ELSA:

Practicing my song for Dutch Day.

VICTOR:

It’s nice.

ELSA:

Did you get a new dog?

VICTOR:

No.

ELSA:

I heard a bark.

VICTOR:

Yeah that was me.

ELSA:

You were barking.

Sparky manages to get free for a moment and lets out a

howl. Victor quickly grabs his mouth shut and then tries

to mimic his bark.

VICTOR:

*Victor pretends to bark and howl*

Elsa steps back from the fence.

ELSA:

You must really miss Sparky.

HEADLIGHTS sweep across the fence. Victor’s parents are

back.

VICTOR:

I got to go. Bye.

ELSA:

Bye.

Elsa kneels down and pets Persephone lovingly.

ELSA:

I feel so sad for him, Persephone.

He really misses his dog.

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