Jumanji Page #12

FELIX:

It can’t be.

CLOSE UP on the crystal ball.

INSIDE THE CRYSTAL BALL:

The yellow light is being emitted from a miniature sun, about

the size of a dime and suspended in midair amidst a blue sky.

Tiny clouds, the size of cotton balls, breeze by.

Beneath the sky, a lush, green, vibrant jungle is growing. Tiny

cliffs with a tiny, gushing waterfall are seen in the distance.

Lilliputian animals (monkeys, pigs, etc.) are roaming the trees

and floor.

TINY NATIVES, each one no larger than a flea, are gathering,

hunting, and chanting around a tribal village.

It is Jumanji, all contained within this glass ball!

ALISTAIR:

(frightened whisper)

Jumanji!

FELIX:

... What?

ALISTAIR:

Jumanji! The lost tribe of Jumanji!

We’ve found it!

FELIX:

But... but how did...?

ALISTAIR:

Remember the professor’s story? He

said the natives sought the help of

one who would protect them!

FELIX:

(catching on)

... One who would seal them off from

the rest of the world! That’s it,

then! The sorcerer or demon or

whatever it was must have performed

some sort of incantation that sealed

off the Jumanji, and their land, and

their animals, into this orb! An

entire world all to themselves

contained within something no larger

than a grapefruit!

ALISTAIR:

Incredible! Completely hidden for all

these centuries!

FELIX:

Yes... until now.

Felix drops to his knees and shrugs off his rucksack. Trembling

in excitement, he opens it and begins tossing things out.

FELIX:

We mustn’t tell the professor of this!

He would want to donate it to his

precious university. Bah! They don’t

appreciate the rarity of such a

treasure! I was promised material

possessions on this expedition, and

that is what I intend to claim! Just

got to make some room for it...

He tosses out his hinged, wooden board game. It lands several

feet away and unfolds upon impact. The wooden game tokens

scatter away.

A second later, the two IVORY FIGURINES scatter onto the

unfolded game.

Alistair continues staring into the ball and at its contents.

Suddenly, the sky within the ball turns from bright blue to an

ominous black.

ALISTAIR:

What’s happening?

FELIX:

(oblivious)

I’m just trying to lighten the load

a bit.

Within the ball, a GREEN MIST begins to swirl like a tornado,

spinning faster and faster!

ALISTAIR:

Kauffman! What did the professor say

about those who try to conquer Jumanji?

Alistair throws the ball back onto the pedestal and backs away

in terror. Felix perks his head up.

FELIX:

They tend to disappear... Why?

A massive, GREEN TORNADO explodes out of the crystal ball,

enveloping the room in pure energy.

CLOSE UP on Alistair and Felix.

They are screaming in terror as their bodies begin to DISSOLVE

into the twister.

ALISTAIR:

What is... happening?!

FELIX:

Jumanji! It’s... absorbing us!

The cave begins to TREMBLE and SHAKE. Rocks and stalactites

fall from the ceiling.

EXT. JUNGLE – JUMANJI RUINS – DAWN

Timothy, Nigel and Hasani hear the trembling and screaming.

TIMOTHY:

What’s that sound?

NIGEL:

It’s coming from over there!

TIMOTHY:

That’s Felix and the Colonel!

They’re in trouble!

They take off running toward the sound.

INT. JUNGLE – JUMANJI CAVE – DAWN

Alistair and Felix finish dissolving into the swirling tornado.

Their screams continue to ECHO as the tornado is sucked back

into the Jumanji crystal ball.

A rock falls from above and chips the edge of the pedestal,

knocking it over.

The crystal ball FALLS directly into the center of Felix’s

hinged game. The black glass compartment SNAPS shut.

The game PULSATES and TREMBLES with GREEN ENERGY as the game and

crystal ball become one.

The game SNAPS shut. The word “JUMANJI” slowly appears in white

letters on the front.

INT. JUNGLE – JUMANJI RUINS – DAWN

Timothy, Nigel and Hasani approach the collapsing cave.

TIMOTHY:

They’re trapped in the cave!

NIGEL:

Colonel! Mr. Kauffman!

Hasani has already thrown himself onto the pile of rubble,

frantically picking up rocks and throwing them aside. Timothy

and Nigel join in.

TIMOTHY:

Quickly! If we can get to them in

time...

NIGEL:

Heaven help us...

INT. JUNGLE – JUMANJI CAVE – DAWN

The shaking has stopped. Much of the cave floor is covered by

pieces of rubble much too large to lift.

The Jumanji game lays half-buried. It gives off a single spark

of green energy.

CAMERA PANS OUT on the game and destroyed cave.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – ATTIC – NIGHT

Felix stares at the Jumanji game, lost in his own memories.

FELIX:

I’ve been trapped in the game ever

since.

Krystyl is completely astounded at Felix’s tale. She tries to

blink back her tears.

KRYSTYL:

I’m so sorry, Mr. Kauffman.

Felix gives a very sad smile.

FELIX:

I’ve been living within the Jumanji

world for a hundred and nineteen years,

but I don’t think I’ve aged one day.

You know, one of my associates said

that immortality is what any man yearns

for. Well, he was only half-right.

Man does not yearn for immortality.

With delusions of godhood, he

mindlessly pursues it in a selfish,

futile attempt to avoid death;

something he apparently considers

beneath him.

Felix begins to breathe more heavily, his anger rising.

FELIX:

Every day it’s the same routine. I

awake to a false sunrise and set up

shop. I’m lucky if I am able to make

a trade with one or two human beings

per day. After some foul local cuisine,

I must spend the remainder of my free

time searching for more materials, for

more trading, and then listening to a

chorus of bats, insects and ungodly

native rituals within an artificial,

glass-domed world as I try to get some

sleep! I see the moon, too. A moon

that never waxes, that never wanes,

that I know ISN’T EVEN REAL!!!

He SLAMS his fists on the counter, rattling the shop’s items and

making Krystyl jump.

Felix pants heavily, until finally calming down.

FELIX:

Forgive me.

KRYSTYL:

It’s alright; I understand. But why

didn’t Jumanji just suck us in like it

did to you, instead of letting us play?

ERIC (O.S.)

Because we’ve challenged it.

Krystyl spins around. Eric is standing upright, his clothes

soaked with sweat. She runs to him and hugs him tight.

KRYSTYL:

Eric!

ERIC:

Careful; I stink.

They part from their embrace.

ERIC (CONT’D)

Hey... you cut your hair?

KRYSTYL:

It’ll grow back.

FELIX:

Good to see you up and about.

Feeling better, I hope?

ERIC:

Much better. Thank you.

KRYSTYL:

How much of his story did you hear?

ERIC:

Enough.

He walks to Felix’s store and picks up the game.

ERIC:

I think I finally understand. If

Jumanji was a world of its own, then

it would have just absorbed us. But

Jumanji isn’t just a world anymore...

It’s also a game. Maybe when that

glass orb fell into the black orb of

the game... maybe they... combined,

somehow. And ever since it got trapped

in a game, then maybe over the years it

actually started to behave like one.

We know the game’s alive... maybe it

really does understand what we’re doing.

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