The Boxtrolls Page #2
In pairs and in gangs, these BOXTROLLS -- so called for the
cardboard boxes they wear -- emerge from the sewers and
scurry through the streets of the besieged town. Their long,
forboding SHADOWS creep across walls plastered with posters
that read:
“CHEESEBRIDGE: A GOUDA PLACE TO LIVE”, “REDHATS -BOXTROLL EXTERMINATORS”.
We watch them scurry through streets and alleyways, gurgling
quiet directions to each other. They move swiftly and travel
in packs. We see a lone boxtroll jump and pull himself in to
his box as a DOG BARKS. He pops back out of his box and moves
along quickly.
CLOSE ON:
what appears to be a LARGE BOXTROLL MONSTER peeringaround the corner of a moonlight street. Its glowing eyes
turn toward the camera as it sways slowly. Five more pairs of
eyes light up within the large, boxy shadow and SIX BOXTROLLS
separate from the mass, popping off to run their errands
while the coast is clear.
BIRDS EYE VIEW:
Groups of two and three boxtrolls snake theirway down streets, skirting carefully around areas lit by
street lamps.
In a small lane, groups of boxtrolls stop to collect
mechanical stuff. They work together, using their boxes as
tools and props.
SIX BOXTROLLS stack up in the background to steal a SHOP
SIGN, while THREE BOXTROLLS cooperatively steal the WHEEL
from a WOODEN CART.
7.
One boxtroll uses his box to prop up a corner while the other
two release the wheel from the axle. A LONE BOXTROLL crosses
the frame to see what treasures he may find in a trash bin;
as he knocks it over with a CLANG, TWO BOXTROLLS scurry past
and stack together, stealing the HOUSE NUMBER from the front
of a brownstone.
CLOSE ON:
the boxtrolls’ booty - the shiny brass number ‘2’,the shop sign for ‘TIMELESS TIMEPIECES’, the wheel that rolls
along between two boxtrolls.
Six other boxtrolls on the hunt stack together against a
fence. We watch as one boxtroll makes it over the top,
cooperatively pulling the others into the alley behind him.
(0200 BXT) BOXTROLL EXTERMINATORS
CLOSE ON:
The inside of a trash can as the lid is removed.Two BOXTROLL HANDS wriggle into view over the rubbish, fill
of NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS, an APPLE CORE, a BANANA PEEL, and a
FISH CARCASS. The boxtroll gurgles “EWW” and “BLECH” sounds
as he moves these unwanted items aside. He gurgles with joy
when a bit of brass is revealed.
FISH, a nervous 4-foot tall, wonky-toothed, pointy-eared,
gangly-limbed boxtroll, pulls an old broken ALARM CLOCK from
the trash barrel. He is in a large alley, filled with old
boxes, crates, broken items and tarps strewn about.
Fish stares curiously at the object, turning it over in his
hands and holding it to his ear, listening. He shakes the
clock and hears loose gears RATTLE.
FISH:
Hmm...
Fish opens the clock face and gurgles, intently toying with
the mechanical interior. After a moment, the clock begins to
TICK with activity. Fish gurgles excitedly and closes the
clock face, holding it to his ear to listen to the rhythmic
ticking.
FISH (CONT’D)
(GURGLES) Oh yeah...
Fish’s eyes go wide as the clock’s alarm RINGS, attracting
the attention of an uglier, 2-foot-2 boxtroll.
SHOE:
Huh?
8.
As Fish stands proudly admiring the sound of his ringing
alarm clock, SHOE bounces around his feet.
SHOE (CONT’D)
(GURGLES) Gimme that!
Shoe, short and feisty, grabs the alarm clock from Fish and
scampers away with it. Fish watches as Shoe climbs a stack of
crates and hisses back at him, sniffing at his new prize.
Fish scowls at Shoe and returns to the rubbish pile, shaking
his head and muttering.
Behind him a half-dozen boxtrolls methodically pick through
an assortment of trash barrels and old boxes. It’s like a
troop of monkeys at the dump. They find mechanical stuff,
inspect it, and then either drop it into their box to keep or
toss it back into the trash.
A filthy TEDDY BEAR WITH A MUSICAL KEY is discarded by
another boxtroll, landing with a THUNK and A FEW TINNY
MUSICAL NOTES. Fish turns excitedly.
FISH:
(curious)
Ohhhh...
He picks up the teddy bear and cranks a key in its back as
Shoe toys with the stolen alarm clock. The teddy bear plays
MUSIC. Fish gurgles along to the tune and bobs his head,
enjoying the moment.
Again, Shoe notices Fish has found something interesting. He
shoves the alarm clock into his box, stealthily sneaks up on
Fish and makes a grab for the teddy bear! Fish refuses to let
go and they squabble over it. Suddenly all the boxtrolls snap
to attention, their ears alert--
EXT. CHASE ALLEY
The creepy RATTLING SOUNDS of the Redhats’ truck returns.
All the boxtrolls hide in their boxes. The “camouflage”
works. Their boxes fit in perfectly with the trash barrels
and packing crates.
The rattling comes closer... closer... then STOPS.
BAM! HEADLIGHTS light up the alley.
Three men dismount from the truck and cast long shadows
across the alley and all of the boxes: the giant MR. TROUT,
the beanpole thin MR. PICKLES, and the short, pit bull MR.
GRISTLE.
9.
The boxtrolls don’t run -- they just KEEP HIDING IN THEIR
BOXES.
SNATCHER (O.S.)
GENTLEMEN!
Snatcher spreads his arms theatrically and wades into the
garbage-strewn alley.
SNATCHER (CONT’D)
Look at all these boxes left lying
about. How curious, how peculiar. I
do believe... evil is afoot.
Gristle chuckles and breaks into a psychotic grin.
MR. GRISTLE
(cold blooded)
HAHAHA. FOOT.
MR. PICKLES
Huh.
Fish peeks out of his box momentarily, then retreats when he
sees the Redhats advancing into the alley.
Mr. Trout and Mr. Pickles absentmindedly check boxes for
boxtrolls, but Mr. Gristle methodically stomps and smashes
every box he can. When he finds a box with a boxtroll, he
uses a CRICKET BAT to WHACK it back to the others to load
onto the truck.
MR. PICKLES (CONT’D)
You ever seen someone’s foot be
evil, Mr. Trout?
MR. TROUT
I believe the boss meant evil is
nearby, Mr. Pickles.
MR. PICKLES
My foot had a pretty nasty bunion
once. I wouldn’t say the foot
itself was evil.
MR. TROUT
No, it’s just a fancy-man’s word
for vicinity.
MR. PICKLES
Wrinkly ol’ bunion looked like my
grandmum. Had to saw her off. The
bunion, not my grandmum.
10.
Mr. Gristle spots a shivering box and positions himself over
it, cricket bat in hand.
MR. GRISTLE
Ah, yes. FOOT!
WHACK! Gristle kicks the box, and it flies toward Mr. Pickles
and Mr. Trout.
MR. TROUT
There’s one!
Mr. Pickles scoops it up in a dog catcher’s net.
MR. PICKLES
Come on, ya squirmy monster. Your
days of evil-doin’ are over.
Mr. Gristle finds another shivering box. He swings his bat.
MR. GRISTLE
BOOM!
WHACK! A box slides over to Trout. A dizzy boxtroll pops out
for a moment, groaning. Trout taps its head and the boxtroll
retreats.
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