Willow Page #8

FRANJEAN:

I am Franjean, king of the world.

Willow struggles against the ropes that bind him.

WILLOW:

That baby's my responsibility!

Outraged, Franjean smacks Willow's nose with the

back of his hand.

FRANJEAN:

I don't care. We paid for her. Go

back to sleep, monsieur...

As he leaves, Franjean nods to an intense-looking ARCH-

ER elf heavily armed with arrows and a spear. The

archer dips his spear in a bowl of purple liquid. He

pricks Willow's arm.

WILLOW:

Yeow!

(he loses consciousness)

Madmartigan...I never should've

trusted you...

FADE TO BLACK:

INT. ELFIN THRONE ROOM - DAWN

Willow's eyes open. A wild little face is looking at

him. A wild little person is standing on his chest.

TEEMO:

Tongue.

Too groggy to argue, Willow sticks out his tongue.

TEEMO the brownie crushes a brittle leaf and tosses the

dust into Willow's mouth. Smacking his lips, Willow

comes around. He sees, down between his legs, another

brownie named ROOL cutting the ropes.

WILLOW:

Who are you?

ROOL:

Quiet, you fool!

TEEMO:

(formal)

We are emissaries of her majesty,

Queen Cherlindrea, of the land of

Coshairm.

WILLOW:

Queen Cherlindrea?

TEEMO:

She requests the presence of your-

self and the young princess.

WILLOW:

Who??

TEEMO:

You're the guardian, aren't you?

ROOL:

Quit yakking, Teemo. We gotta get

outa here!

Willow rolls onto his knees, stands up and bumps his

head on the ceiling. The fuzzy-headed brownies creak

open the door and becon Willow to follow. He squeezes

through.

INT. ELFIN HALLWAY - UNDERGROUND

Like a rabbit warren, compartments branch off the main

tunnel. Willow scrunches along behind the tip-toeing

brownies. They hear the baby crying. They peek

through the door.

Inside a cluttered room they see thebaby crying miser-

ably. Her tears are being carried to a high level in

tiny buckets on a mechanized wheel, operated by FOUR

ELVES.

TEEMO:

Elves! They're always tormenting

babies. They make them cry and

take their tears.

ROOL:

Somebody has to do it.

WILLOW:

Why??

ROOL:

How else they gonna make dew drops?

The baby shrieks.

WILLOW:

I'm getting her out of there!

TEEMO:

No! You let us handle this. Come

along, Rool!

Teemo ridiculously pushes Willow away from the door.

With a macho swagger he adjusts his dagger belt, and he

and Rool open the door.

INT. ELFIN TEAR FACTORY

They enter like gunslingers in a saloon. The four

elves, who are twice their size, turn and face them.

Teemo draws his small dagger. With confidence he

smiles at Rool.

TEEMO:

Watch this. Right between the

eyes.

ROOL:

(to the elves)

He never misses.

Artfully Teemo poises the dagger above his head. With

all his might he throws. His dagger flip-flops through

the air and lands at the elves' feet, plink-plunk.

TEEMO:

Ooops. Was that right? That

wasn't right.

Suddenly the entire wall implodes. The elves scream

and panic as Willow comes crashing in like King Kong.

He grabs the crying baby and tucks her under his arm.

EXT. ELF HOLE - DAY

The brownies scamper out of a hole in the ground where

the elves keep their vultures corralled.

ROOL/TEEMO

Hyah! Hyah! Git!

They untie th evulture and send them flapping away in

the forest as Willow wiggles out of the elf hole with

the baby. They run for their lives.

EXT. FOREST - CHASE - DAY

Rool and teemo tear along at incredible speed, Willow

barely keeping up with them. Little elf arrows shower

the forest as the angry elves chase after them, whoop-

ing and screaming.

EXT. DEEP GORGE - DAY

They skid up to a perilously deep drop into oblivion.

The elves are shrieking toward them. The only chance

of excape is a huge fallen tree spanning the gorge.

The brownies scamper out. Willow looks down and reels

with vertigo.

WILLOW:

I can't go out there with the baby!

ROOL/TEEMO

(frantically point)

Elves!!

The elf army pours out of the forest. Willow holds his

breath and ventures out onto the topmost branches of

the tree. Arrows zing around him as he wobbles like a

drunken tightrope walker toward the middle. The brown-

ies wait for him.

WILLOW:

Ohhh, I hate this.

TEEMO:

Take your time. Don't worry about

the elves. They won't come out

here.

WILLOW:

Why not?

ROOL:

Because of the trolls.

WILLOW:

Trolls?

The brownies console Willow with unworried laughter.

TEEMO:

Relax. They only come out at

night.

An ugly TROLL snarls up behind Willow. They all scream

and race for the other side. Another TROLL pops up to

meet them. The trolls slink along like possums. The

brownies dive through a hole in the hollow tree trunk.

The elves, meanwhile, flint-start a fire at their end

of the tree. One troll claws at the brownies inside

the trunk while the other chases Willow across gangling

branches. Then the baby falls out of the papoose! She

tumbles and catches on a low branch and Willow races

the troll and grabs her just before she plummets into

the gorge.

One troll catches Rool but can't then get his claw out

of the trunk. The brownies finally excape. The tree

burns and breaks, dangling over the gorge by its roots.

A troll howls as he falls to his death. The other

scrambles up the tree and grabs Willow's foot.

Willow's boot slips off and down goes the second troll.

Flames lick at Willow as he at last hauls himself to

safety, just as the roots snap and the blazing tree

goes crashing down in the gorge.

WILLOW:

This is not going well.

TEEMO:

Hurry! Queen Cherlindrea will know

what to do.

Willow bundles the baby and follows the brownies into

the forest. Hobbling slightly on his bootless foot.

EXT. MAJESTIC FOREST - SUNSET

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