The cloud explodes and reforms as the Witch, in a gale-force wind, runs from cloud to cloud.
WHIRLING AIR AND RUSHING FIRE, TURN THEM INTO THEIR. . . (waving DESIRE!
Lightning comes out of her wand toward the Princess/Unicorn and the Prince/Rhino. They are encircled by a whirlwind of flames. When it subsides, we see a peacock and a turkey.
The Turkey /Prince begins flapping his wings and gobbling:
NOT SO GOOD. . . NOT SO GOOD
MAGIC DAY AND MYSTIC NIGHT CHANGE THEM 'TIL THEY GET IT RIGHT!
With animated effects, the Princess and the Prince go through a series of transformations, the Princess first, trying to lead the Prince, and the Prince following with scant success.
First the Princess turns into a Butterfly and the Prince becomes a Caterpillar. With an extra try, he makes it to Moth.
Next, the Princess becomes a white Mouse and the Prince, an
The Princess becomes a white Seal and the Prince, a Walrus.
The Princess becomes a white Rabbit and the Prince, a greenish Kangaroo.
DO IT AGAIN!
The Prince becomes a Koala Bear and the Prince, a big Bruin.
ONE MORE TIME!
The Princess becomes a white Monkey and the Prince, a Gorilla.
ONE MORE TIME!
The Princess turns into a Poodle and the Prince, a laughing Hyena.
The Princess becomes a Zebra and the Prince, a Mule.
The Princess becomes a Swan and the Prince a Duck-B iIIed Platypus.
The Princess becomes a white Cat and the Prince, an overweight Cheetah with messy hair.
The Princess becomes a Deer and the Prince, a Moose.
The Princess becomes a white Cockatoo and the Prince, a Dodo running around with little quick steps.
The Princess becomes a white Pegasus Horse and the Prince becomes a broken-down plough-horse, covered in feathers.
The Witch, realizing a connection between her command and their transformation, shouts:
(snapping her knuckles) I'VE GOT IT! liVE GOT IT! PRINCESS! (MeeMee turns back into herself) HANDSOME PRINCE!
Prince Bubba turns back into his former self, except now he has sprouted wavy blonde hair and has twinkling blue eyes.
(sigh of relief)
Prince and Princess look at each other.
Then, Princess MeeMee
throws her arms around Prince Bubba's neck and says:
OH MY PRINCE! YOU'RE SO HANDSOME!
WELL. . .SORT OF. . .
SEQ. 11. OH .
Cut to the Witch.
HA HA HEE! ! !
She is crouching by the chest of gold, counting the goldpieces. YumYum, the Cobbler, and the Four Eunuchs look on. She has reverted to the attitude of a tiny child. She is also half her previous size.
(counting) FOURTEEN! TOUSAND-AND-EIGHT!
o MAD AND HOLY OLD WITCH. . .
Witch looks as if to say, "Oh it's nothing. . ."
YOU HAVE BROUGHT MY SISTER HAPPINESS. . . I THINK. NOW! MY FATHER SAID YOU COULD HOW THE CITY CAN BE SAVED!
The Witch looks blankly over her shoulder at YumYum and the
HOW CAN OUR CITY BE SAVED?
The Witch peers at them oddly.
OUR CITY IS GOING TO BE UNDER ATTACK!
The Witch becomes very serious and stops counting the money. The colours darken as she mutters to herself:
ATTACK? ATTACK.. .AH.. .ATTACK.. .A... TACK...
The Witch stands up. She is becoming physically much larger and more dignified. She is turning into the great witch of the old days. In a very quiet voice, she says:
YOUR CITY IS IN GRAVE DANGER! SOON IT WILL BE UNDER ATTACK!
She holds out a pointing finger, shaking so badly it points at everyone at once. Her hair has begun to blowout behind her as the wind rises. She is still enlarging, now attaining heroic proportions.
(voice rising) THERE IS ONE HERE WHO CAN SAVE THE CITY!
There is a great darkening and flashing. The Witch points into the distance as the wind lashes around her. She is like a giant.
Cut away to a long shot of the Mountain and a blackened desert and sky. An electrical thunderstorm is engulfing the top of the Mountain with great flashing and rumbling.
Cut to the Cobbler's party, hurrying away, leaving the Palanquin behind as they duck falling rocks. An earthquake begins.
Cut to the Brigands and Camel, ducking rocks.
as, from their point of view, we see boulders and pieces of the Mountain crash down toward them.
Cut to a long shot of the Mountain top. The hand at the top turns into a clenched fist and the whole Mountain looks as if it is about to take off or fall to pieces at any second.
The clenched fist then turns into a pointing hand, indicating the way home.
Cut to the old Witch, close-up, shrinking down again to her previous size and proportions, completely absorbed in counting her money which is flashing gold and shorting her fingers. Small lightning bolts shoot around at random. She takes no notice; she is again like a tiny child playing with her treasure.
FIVE-TOUSAND-AND-TWO! TWENTY-SEVEN! EIGHT - TOUSAND-AND-N I N E! FIVE! TWENTY-TWO! SIXTEEN-TOUSAND-AND-TIRTY! TREE! . . .
She is getting tinier by the second, going down to almost nothing. Shots of rocks coming unstuck and falling. Lightning shots. Shots of Brigands dodging boulders and running all over each other in terrible confusion as they race down the stairs. The Cobbler's party has by now joined the Brigands. Prince Bubba is bumping down the stairs on his bottom, like a small child.
I WANT TO GO H-O-O-O-O-O-O-ME!
Everybody runs like crazy down the shaking spiral staircase, which is all electrified with static electricity. Everyone is getting 'shorted' all the time.
WE'RE DONE FOR! LET'S BE GONE!
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! 'TIS THE BIG WIND THAT NOW HAS CAUGHT UP WITH US!
IT'S FIERCE! WE'LL BE ALL RIGHT WHEN WE CAN GET OUT NOW! HOW DO WE GET OUT HERE NOW?
THE WAY WE CAME IN! LETIS GO OUT THE WAY WE CAME IN TO GO OUT!
NOW WHICH WAY DO WE GO? THE WAY YOU CAME IN! THE WAY YOU CAME IN - IS OUT! AND OUT IS THE WAY IN! BUT WE'RE GOI NG OUT!
Cut to the Thief, as we hear rumbling noises from above. He is walking toward us, his robe in shreds. On one foot, he still has a spring, which he tries to kick off as he stamps in anger. The spring causes him to rise and fall crazily. He is paying no attention to the noises. When a boulder lands beside him, then another and another, he barely notices.
Cut to the Mountain Doors opening as the Brigands and the Cobbler and the Camel and the Princesses, the Prince and the Four Eunuchs all tumble down, yelling. As soon as the last one is through, the Doors close.
They are all rushing around, colliding into each other when suddenly they stop and look up. Everything above is totally calm.
Cut to a long shot of the Desert Mountain as it was when we first saw it, except that now the sun is setting. Perfect calm - long shadows.
Cut to the Cobbler looking up and around him bewildered, the two Princesses and the new "handsome II Prince Bubba all looking at each other as if to say, 'did it really happen?' Obviously, it did, because of the Prince's semi-transformation.
WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED?
WAS IT ALL A DREAM?
I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK!
IT'S QUITE POSSIBLE. . .
WHAT IS IT THEN?
IF IT'S NOT A DREAM. . .
IT'S BEFORE WE WENT IN!
AND AFTER WE CAME OUT! AND THATIS THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING OF IT
WHAT ARE WE COIN' TO DO NOW? QUIET - YOU MEN! THE WITCH SAYS ONE OF US HERE CAN SAVE THE
CITY! WE MUST MAKE HASTE AND RETURN AT ONCE!
RIGHT, YER MAJESTY! WHERE ARE WE GOING?
. . . ER . . .
WHERE DID WE COME FROM?!
. . .AND WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK!
OURS NOT TO REASON WHY. . .
Cut to the Camel, raising his eyes to heaven.
IT'S A LONG WAY BACK TO THE CITY!
AND WE FORGOT THE PALANQUIN!
Roofles s :
PERMISSION TO SPEAK, YER MAJESTY. . . ER. . . YER MAJESTIES. . .
WHAT IS IT, ROOFLESS?
NOT MEANING TO BRAG. . . BUT I F THERE'S ONE THING MESELF AND ME MEN ARE GOOD AT!
The Brigands all grunt enthusiastically.
MAKIN' A GETAWAY. . .WE'RE GOOD AT MAKIN A GETAWAY!
WE'RE GOOD AT RUNNING! . . .
Brigands all grunt enthusiastically.
WE'LL HAVE YOU HOME BEFORE YOU KNOW IT! MOUNT UP!
Everyone looks at the Camel.
The Camel's face takes on a
Roofless and Hook link hands together as a
step and the Princesses get on the Camel.
Prince Bubba is left standing.
BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?
THE PRINCE, MEN, THE PRINCE. . . THE PRINCE? THE PRINCE, TO BE SURE. . . ITIS THE PRINCE HIMSELF!
AND ISN'T HE LOOKING WELL!
They lift Prince Bubba piggy-back onto a particularly enormous, frightening-looking Brigand as the Prince protests.
BUT. . .BUT. . .
Roofless takes the Cobbler under one giant arm, like a football, and shouts:
All the Brigands line up shoulder to shoulder, taking various start positions like football players, swimmers, racers of various sorts.
Roofless paces in front of them, the Cobbler under his arm.
WHEN I GIVE THE SIGNAL YOU WILL ADVANCE TO THE AT FULL SPEEDWITHOUT STOPPING! GET READY - GET SET
Cut to an overhead long-shot. To the left, the sun is going down. Behind the Brigands is the Mountain, throwing a long shadow. In front of the Mountain is the horizontal line of the Brigands, throwing enormous shadows. When Roofless says "GO! II the Brigands take off, running like crazy, shrieking and howling.
SEQ. 11. 2.
Dissolve to close-up of flames filling the screen. and we see a standing brazier/torch.
The Mighty One-Eye lies back on his throne of purple women, which is now in a reclining position. ZigZag is sitting on a large pillow
across from him.
Between them is a table which is comprised of three more women on hands and knees with their bottoms together so that their backs form the table. Across their backs is laid a leather map of the Golden Land, revealing in slight bas-relief the curves of the women under it.
The Three Golden Balls stand on a spike in the foreground.
ZigZag is winking and blinking, trying to give himself the appearance of being really a kind of one-eyes person - sympathetic reaction.
(laughing) HUM HUM HUM HEE HEE AND HERE IS THE WEAK POINT IN THE WALL OF THE CITY. . .
He pokes a certain point of the map and evokes a giggle from under the map.
( continuing) SHALL WE TRAMPLE AND AND NOT SHOW PITY?
I SAY WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES! I SHALL MAKE AN EARTHQUAKE! NONE SHALL ESCAPE!
AND HERE. . .
He pokes again - again evoking a giggle. ( continuing)
IS A SECRET WAY. . . UNDER THE MOAT. . . TO ENTER THE PALACE. . . AND SLIT EVERY THROAT!
THE CITY SHALL BE ROASTED ON SMOKE SHALL FILL THE SKIES! AND THERE WILL BE A FLOODA FLOOD OF BLOOD!
THEIR SOLDIERS WILL COWER BEHIND THESE WALLS. . . WHEN THEY SEE THAT WE HAVE THE THREE GOLDEN BALLS!
(ZigZag is laughing encouragingly throughout)
(demonstrating with both hands round a pair of buttocks, he shows how the army will form.)
TOMORROW I STRIKE!
On this last line, the Mighty One-Eye smashes his fists down onto ZigZag's hands. The table jiggles and shrieks and ZigZag pulls back his injured hands, his eye flickering and his fingers moving. He smiles.
OH OH OOOH AHA!
Cut to the Mighty One-Eye, leaning forward.
AND YOU SHALL RIDE AT THE FRONT! . . .
Cut to ZigZag.
. . . SORCERER. . .
Close-up on ZigZag's face as the smile falls off it.
Dissolve to the middle of the night, with everything visible in the blue moonlight, a side shot of the mass of Brigands, running like crazy, dust flying - a football team in mid-charge and a Camel. Prince Bubba is being thrown, I ike an enormous football from one to another.
Various Brigands shout, as they pass the Prince back and forth.
LET ME HAVE HIM!
PASS HIM TO ME!
KEEP GOING LADS OR WE'LL END UP WHERE WE STARTED!
The Prince is howling and whining throughout.
MEEMEE! MEEMEE! HELP! HELP MEEMEE!
There is a shot of the Cobbler under Boozdil's arm.
They have never slowed down.
They run past us and as the thunder and their stampede dies away in the distance, we hear laboured breathing and the sound of flies.
Pan back and we pick up the Thief, a dishevelled wreck with bursting lungs. He still wears half a spring on one foot and it gives him a little extra bounce as he pumps his arms and falls, gets up and runs on.
Dissolve in - sunrise over the Golden City. The golden sun illuminates the Palace from the lilac shadows. The camera moves in and we dissolve to the City wall.
At each crenel of the top of the wall, a Golden City soldier stands, lit by the morning sun. The soldiers wait. We pan left to see several of them, then dissolve as we pan right along another group, and then dissolve again, and pan left along another group. We see a window with Goblet, Gopher, Slap and Tickle very worried indeed.
Truck into the King's window and we see a top shot of King Nod, wringing his hands, pacing back and forth, addressing his troop commanders who are scurrying about receiving his commands. They take his commands and leave.
YOU TAKE THE RIGHT FLANK! YOU TAKE THE LEFT FLANK! RIGHT TURRET! GATE!
DRAWBRIDGE! YOU TAKE THE WOMEN, CHILDREN, - SAFE IN THE TEMPLE! MEDICAL CORPS! READY THE PHYSICIANS!
All run out leaving the King alone, who looks straight up in the
(cracking) DEATH AND DESTRUCTION. . . MY CITY WILL FALL TO DESTRUCTION AND D EA T H. . . WHERE ARE THE GOLDEN WHERE ARE THE GOLDEN WHERE ARE THE GOLDEN BALLS!!!
BALLS? BALLS? !
The King suddenly stops pacing as we hear a distant rumble, the sound of an advancing army and heavy machinery. The King rushes onto his balcony.
Cut to a long-shot from the King's point of view, looking down and across the Golden City at his army, stationed at the wall. Across the river and the great plain, which is still in violet shadow, are the foothills. There is a tiny, golden gleam in the shadows.
The camera zooms forward like a telephoto lens shot to a close-up of the cleft of the last of the foothills. The Three Golden Balls rise up from the cleft into the sunlight and advance on an extremely tall pike.
As the pike rises into the sky, the One-Eye emblem comes into view, hanging beneath the golden balls. to rise into the sky. Throughout this, the sound of the One-Eye army and machinery is building to a crescendo.
It is enormous and continues
SEQ. 11. 5.
Dissolve in to a side-shot of the massive Brigands, still running at full speed, sand flying. They are in lilac shadow, but the sky is lit up as the morning sun is just about to break on them. They are still throwing Prince Bubba back and forth.
(passing the Prince back and forth and shouting) PASS H 1M OVER HERE! THE PRINCE! TO ME AGAIN! THE PRINCE HIMSELF! HERE HE COMES!
WELL-CAUGHT, ME BOY!
(howling and whining) HELP MEEMEE! MEEMEE!
(still carrying the Cobbler FASTER!! FASTER, YOU FASTER! ! FASTER!!
under his arm, shouts) FOOLS! !
Dissolve to the Great Plain.
On the plain, in front of the
foothills, an enormous black war contraption is being set up. Golden Balls and the One-Eye emblem are raised above it all.
The One-Eye Army in black eye, ride Horses, Camels, Elephants, as if they're made of metal - alien
armour, like beetles, with one yellow Yaks and Oxen. The soldiers look dehumanized.
Everything takes place with clinical precision as a vast, interlocking machine of death is being constructed. Enormous Leonardo da Vinci-type machinery is being brought up and placed in tiers. It is like a giant, complex machine, non-human, efficient and clinical in the extreme - a combination of machinery and human phalanz - a terraced army. It is made up of things like catapults the size of houses, crossbows big enough to shoot trees, windmill-driven seige machinery, assault towers with mobile platforms, hoists, battering rams, cranking systems, springs, gears, turrets, trebuchets, mangonels, crushing and mashing machines, enormous pincers, giant scissors, ropes and pulleys, slings, spears, cranes, scaling machines, multiple cannon, boiling oil apparatus, bellows - a Hieronymous Bosch/Rube Goldberg death machine of epic construction. Within the mach inery, archers, horsemen, footsoldiers, spear-carriers, drummers, engines, all have their allotted place.
Everything is black - all the One-Eye machinery and all the One-Eye soldiers, save for their yellow eyes, and the One-Eye emblem and the Golden Balls.
ZigZag sits on a nervously pacing horse, isolated in front of the huge army-machine construction. The One-Eye Army is mostly within the machinery itself.
Cut to a close-up of ZigZag looking over his top of the hill. Cut to the Mighty One-Eye, looking below. Much of it is so high, it is almost horizontal
shoulder at the down at the scene
sitting on all of his women with the female map-table in front of him. His standards are posted around him, and they are cracking and flapping in the morning breeze.
He shouts through an enormous Tibetan horn /megaphone set on a stand down to ZigZag:
THIS IS ONE-EYE MAGIC SORCERER! HAW! HAW! HAW!
The Mighty One-Eye gives out a great guffaw. furniture join in.
Cut to ZigZag's black steed, rearing back and ZigZag, trying to calm the horse, smiles and nods back at the Mighty One-Eye.
Cut to the ramparts of the Golden City wall. soldier stands with his mouth hanging open.
Cut to the people
women, old men, children
Cut to Goblet, Gopher, Slap and Tickle
Cut to King Nod standing on his balcony with his mouth hanging
Dissolve to a front-shot of the Brigands all running toward us, like a head-on shot of a cavalry charge.
I SEE IT, PRINCESSES! 'TIS THE CITY ITSELF! . . .'TIS TWO CITIES!
'TIS ONE BLACK AND ONE GOLD!
Cut to the Brigandsl view, their horizon falling and rising as they run, with the top half of the two "cities" visible - one black and one gold.
Cut to a front-shot of Roofless with the Cobbler under his left At his left is the Camel with a Princess leaning from each side.
IT MUST BE THE ONE-EYES!
Cut back to ZigZag at the front of the machine as the last pulleys, hoists and paraphernalia are being locked into place.
The drums stop rolling and there is an ominous silence.
Cut to the Mighty One-Eye, shouting through his horn.
(shrieking in echo)
Enormous horns and organs blast, one-eyed men leap on giant drums, making thunder. There is the sound of great gears starting to grind and elephants trumpeting, horses whinnying, medieval organs droning, and a low chant begins among the troops, relentless, mechanical.
. . . .
The tank-like mechanisms are being propelled forward by men walking inside huge wheel drums. Scythe-like cutters begin to lacerate the earth. Advance guards begin to whirl maces in both hands, ritualistically as they walk forward. One-Eye footsoldiers advance, carrying massive cross-bows and great spears.
The sky darkens.
In front of all this, in medium long-shot, leading it all, ZigZag's horse, reflecting ZigZag's anxiety, prances wild-eyed, erratically. The enormous moving gantry of interlocking machines and men advances behind him.