(Basically this is a mixture of Banjo-Kazooie and X-Men 3. I wrote this for a scriptwriting class, and it received good reviews. Hopefully it will here, as well).
Disclaimer: I own all original characters.
The Witch's Key
FADE IN:
1. INT AN OLD OSTENTATIOUSLY DECORATED COTTAGE MIDNIGHT
The room is eerily lit by a roaring fire in the fireplace, as well as a few candles spaced throughout.
JABBERWOCK the raven perches on the arm of a musty old chair and glares up with an air of defiance.
SYCORAX, a large, obese witch with gray skin and white hair glares down with murderous hate.
SYCORAX
Let me see if I understand this:
you came across another lost
child... a little girl, in fact...
and you sent her back home?!
JABBERWOCK
Well, that would depend on what
you mean by "sent," "her," "back,"
and "home."
SYCORAX
Why didn't you bring her here?! How
shall I ever rid myself of this horrid form unless I have a steady supply of young, attractive children to consume?!
JABBERWOCK
Have you considered diet and exercise?
SYCORAX
I'm going to go out on a limb here
and say that you don't have the same passion for this job as you once did...
JABBERWOCK
Correct, but if I had your physique,
I wouldn't go out on any limbs.
SYCORAX
Miserable birdbrain! I use my magic
to give you the gift of speech, and
this is how you repay me?! Why can't
you be loyal, like Bristle over there?
BRISTLE the broomstick has been reading out of a book set atop a reading stand. The title reads, "101 Ways To Eliminate Straw Mites." BRISTLE has a small, straw-coloured moustache, and slight male-pattern baldness.
BRISTLE
(Raspy, Mel Brooks voice) Huh? Hey,
don't make me a part of this! I'm
just the hired help, here!
JABBERWOCK
Since I was appointed Guardian of
the Lost Woods, I have a reputation
to maintain. If they found out I was
one of your lackeys, I would be exiled
faster than you eat a piece of cake!
Don't you agree, Bristle?
BRISTLE (VO)
I'm not getting involved, Jabberwock.
SYCORAX clenches and unclenches her fists. Pink sparks fizz from her hands.
SYCORAX
I'm warning you, you filthy crow...
You're headed for a dark future...
JABBERWOCK
Oh? Will you be flying above the
country, blocking out the sun?
SYCORAX
That does it!
SYCORAX smacks JABBERWOCK across the room. He hits the wall and drops to the floor. BRISTLE looks wide-eyed for a moment, then whistles a loud tune and buries his "head" into his book.
SYCORAX
You will do as you're told!
JABBERWOCK hops to his feet and prunes his dishevelled feathers.
JABBERWOCK
No! I will not bring you any more children for food or otherwise!
SYCORAX
I'm more powerful than you know...
JABBERWOCK
Much like the seams in your dress.
SYCORAX
Have you ever seen such insolence, Bristle?!
BRISTLE
Well, if you want my opinion-
SYCORAX
Shut up! That was rhetorical!
(To JABBERWOCK) Alright then,
perhaps you'll do a better job
as my new teapot...
SYCORAX raises her hands, which glow a vibrant gold for a moment, then return to normal.
SYCORAX
On the other hand... Perhaps I've
been a little inefficient myself.
Perhaps I simply made an error in recruiting you. Yes... Perhaps I
ought to pay a little visit to the
local village and... remind them
of their obligations.
SYCORAX grabs BRISTLE and hops onto his back, prompting a groan from the latter. They fly up towards the window.
JABBERWOCK
Be careful dismounting; the last thing
the village needs is another earthquake.
SYCORAX
No pets allowed!
She snaps her fingers. From out of the floorboards, strands of vines ensnare JABBERWOCK's feet.
JABBERWOCK
What the?! Don't you know who I am?!
SYCORAX and BRISTLE fly off.
JABBERWOCK
I'm the Jabberwock, witch!
FADE TO BLACK
THE END