Cut to a long top-shot showing the entire terrain machine advancing slowly across the plain and the Brigands, approaching fast from the Great Desert toward the breach.
the war as tiny dots,
Cut to a front-shot of the Brigands running toward us.
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE LIKES OF THAT!
A Hoof-handed Brigand:
A FIGHT AT LAST!
AND ISN'T IT LOOKING WELL!
( RA Z Z)
ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH, BOYS!
Cut to the machine of death, more parts coming into launching The drone, "A-TTACK-A-TTACK" relentlessly increases asthe gantry slowly gathers momentum.
Cut to different sections of the machine getting ready to go into operation: pivoting assault towers, scalinq machines like fireman's ladders, catapults loaded with boulders being pulled back, fire-blowing bellows being manned, mammoth cross-bows being cranked tight - loaded with trees - battering rams moving into position, elephants dressed with spiked leg-irons moving forward, enormous pincers starting to move
together and apart. armoured soldiers
There is nothing of humanity in the heavilythey move like automatons and chant in monotone.
Foot soldiers with small catapult apparatus and lances have moved past ZigZag, but he still rides above them as they make a kind of arrow in front of him.
Thunder begins as we cut to the Mighty One-Eye on the hill, dry lightning flashing in the hills behind him. Sitting on his throne of women, he bounces heavily up and down, banging parts of the human upholstery with his fists as he chants with his army. His women squeal and laugh bawdily.
Cut to a top-shot of the entire terrain once more. The clouds from behind the foothills have spread overhead and cast a shadow over the Golden City and the plain.
From between the clouds, the sun strikes the Brigands' running formation and they run like a beam of light onto the battle plain.
Cut to the Brigands coming to a halt - some sliding, some falling, some tackling each other - total confusion. From their point of view, the War Machine approaches with relentless precision.
LADIES TO THE REAR!
YumYum and MeeMee step in front forming a spearhead for the motley inept phalanx behind them.
(trying to look brave) MEEMEE BRAVE!
The Cobbler stands next ,to YumYum, and behind are the Brigands trying to look formidable. The Camel sees the odds, shakes his head, and walks away out of the line of fire.
The One-Eyes come closer. The "attack II drone continues. The camera pulls back and we see the entire machine through a telescope. The telescope pans down, goes in closer and we see the huddled group of defenders - the Princesses prominent.
Cut to King Nod putting down the telescope.
OH MY GOD!
He bolts out the door, followed by his guards. Cut back to YumYum, MeeMee, Bubba, Cobbler and Brigands taking tiny cautious steps toward the Machine.
Cut to the Cobbler, from his view the Machine comes closer, larger, louder.
Cut to the running King tearing down the streets, followed by his soldiers.
OH MY GOD! MY DAUGHTERS! MY CHILDREN! HELP ME! HELP ME HELP THEM!
This is a longish shot, showing the townspeople joining in, carrying picks and shovels, brooms, pots and pans. The camera pulls back to reveal how hopeless the King's rescue attempt will be - they are too far away. The daughters are within minutes of being massacred.
Cut to the Princesses, YumYum shouting:
The Brigands form up into one long American football scrimmage line, in on-line position waiting for Roofless' signal.
HUT -ONE-HUT - TWO-HUT - THREE!
On "three", the Brigands all change positions.
The drone of the One-Eyes continues under.
Cut to the Mighty One-Eye.
Cut to the Cobbler, suddenly apart from the others. a dream he is walking towards the Death Machine in front of the Brigands as they again change positions at Roofless' signal.
As if in line of
HUT -FOUR-HUT-FIVE-HUT -SIX!
The Cobbler starts in surprise as he sees ZigZag in front of the advancing Death Machine.
Close-up of ZigZagls face in some surprise as he, in turn, sees the Cobbler advancing alone towards the Machine.
Cut to ZigZag's view.
Three hundred yards away, we see the
standing Cobbler, and the Brigands switching around.
Zoom in to the Cobbler in close up. The drone continues under and the crescendo builds as they come closer and closer.
Close-up of YumYum yelling to the Cobbler:
Cut to the Mighty One-Eye:
Cut to the Thief, who comes reeling onto the battlefield, still a bit of spring on his foot - a shredded, gasping wreck. Suddenly, he freezes and looks up.
Cut to the black sky and the sunlight upon the Three Gold Balls, shining and glowing magically.
Cut to a close-up of the Thief as his head raises up slightly, the Three Gold Balls panning past in his eyes - a similar shot to the first time he saw the balls.
Cut to the front of the approaching gantry.
Cut to the still advancing Cobbler, the Brigands still switching positions behind him.
Cut to the approaching gantry, a little closer in so we see ZigZag
A-TTACK-A-TTACK-A-TTACK! . . .
Cut to the Cobbler dazed, scratching his head, and the Brigands behind him, still switching positions.
Zoom in on the Cobbler's face, looking at ZigZag.
Cut to the moving gantry and ZigZag closer in, staring at the
Cut to the Cobbler in close-up.
The "A-TTACK-A-TTACK" chant is booming and we hear, as ifin the Cobbler's mind, the voice of the narrator at the beginning of the
A. . .TACK. . .A. . .TACK. . .A. . .TACK. . .
Also echoing in the Cobbler's mind is the voice of the Witch.
ATTACK. . .ATTACK. . .A TACK. . .A. . .TACK. . .
Cut to the Cobbler's face in close-up with a far-away expression in his eyes.
Pull back from the Cobbler IS face and he is feeling absently in his pockets. The narratorls voice in the Cobblerls mind is becoming louder now.
Cut to the front of the moving gantry and the approaching OneEye Army and zoom into ZigZag's smiling proudly now. He looks as if he's going to personally run the Cobbler down. The One-Eye chant is deafening now.
A-TTACK-A-TACK-A-TTACK! . . .
From ZigZag's point of view, we zoom across the remaining yardage to a mid-shot of the Cobbler.
A. . .TACK. . .A. . .TACK. . .A. . . TACK. . .
ATTACK. . .AH. . .ATTACK. . . A. . .TACK. . .
Roofless: (v .0.)
HUT -EIG HT -ON E-H UT -EIG HTY - TWO-HUT -EIGHTY - TH REE!
Cut to ZigZag in front of the moving gantry on ZigZag and horse, ready to trample the Cobbler. from his customary bent posture and we see for the first time that he is a tall man. The horse startled by this rears up.
a fast zoom in
The Cobbler rises
Zoom in to full-shot of the Cobbler. He pulls out a leather thong, wraps it around his fingers, loads it with one tack and aims it at ZigZag.
ATTACK. . .A TACK. . .A TACK. . .A. . . TACK!
H UT-EIG HTY -FOU R-H UT -EIGHTY -FIVE-H UT -E IGHTYSIX!
The Cobbler fires the tack
SPRONG! . .
It misses ZigZag but hits a shield - PING - then riccochets round the inside tubing of a huge trumpet and riccochets again, striking a visor, then a spearhead, then up to a sharp spoon-shaped pincer, and boomerangs straight into ZigZag's horse's arse.
The horse rears up in pain. ZigZag's lance goes down, goosing a foot-soldier in front of him, whose drawn blade lurches forward, cutting the rope on a small catapult, which throws a small rock back over ZigZag's head into the Machine. The rock cuts through a release-rope of another machine catapult, which flings a larger rock, which cuts through the rope of another machine catapult, which flies a much larger rock back, cutting through the release-rope of four catapults further back in the machine. The four rocks fly forward, releasing one huge rock, which flies back landing on a spring mechanism, firing it up, spilling boiling oil and landing on a massive cross-bow which fires a tree hard into the base of an assault tower, ramming the mobile platform into the enormous pincers which crush it.
Relentlessly, the machine starts to destroy itself from the inside, collapsing from within. Guns go off the wrong way, arrows shoot into their own men. Once set in motion, nothing can be done to stop it. Everything reacts on everything else - all based on momentum, gravity, and recoil. Men are flung into the air, skewering each other in a balletic dance of death. Bellows inflate men with air. I t is a symphony of selfdestruction, built on chain reactions. The forward thrust of the machine starts to grind to a halt as the collapse proceeds.
On the hilltop, the Mighty One-Eye is going crazy as he sees the most powerful army ever made destroying itself from within and he can do nothing to stop it.
(screaming in frustration) ATTACKATTACKATTACKATTACKATTACKATTACK !!!
Cut to the King and footsoldiers outside the City walls, stopping in their tracks as they see the devastation.
In front of the destruction, the Cobbler stands, frozen as the Brigands race around doing their football routine while bits of machinery and One-Eye soldiers drop nearby.
Elephants, horses, oxen, yaks and camels stampede into the hills, causing even more pandemonium. Groups of One-Eye soldiers fly into the air, followed by groups of arrows, which prong them in mid-flight.
We never see
the blood and gore because we cut away as They are now professional objects of destruction, Everything is entirely mechanical and balletic.
soldiers explode, etc. destroying themselves.
In the middle of all this, the Thief appears. He is on stilts from the legs of a destroyed seige tower. He is after the Golden Balls. As the pike holding the balls is sucked down into the machine, the Thief gets one ball. Then he gets his stilts blown out from under him, falls in a heap onto a spring as a catapult goes off, firing him up into the air toward the remaining two balls. As he flies up, in the centre of the screen, two soldiers with spears come from either side of the screen and the Thief flies right between them a split second before they skewer each other and drop.
The Thief picks up the second ball as he passes over and goes down into the destruction again. He flies around the centre of the machine, but he has a charmed life this time, and passes through the most dreadful chaos unscathed. He rides catapults, shoots through circus rings of fire, flying trapezes, rides bareback on elephants, bounces off trampolines, etc.
The Thief lands on the handles of a giant bellows, just cut from its rope, and flies back up as if from a giant diving board. As he goes up, a regiment comes from each side, skewering each other just after he passes through.
The Thief grabs the third ball and disappears again into the raging mechanical inferno below, spins around turnstiles, gear-wheels missing death between pincers, shooting across the top of boiling oil, just missing blasts of fire caused by exploding bellows, etc.
Cut to a top long-shot of the One-Eye War Machine. It is subsiding into the ground, scooping out its own hole and covering itself up with its colossal rollers and mashing and crushing machines.
ZigZag has been unseated from his horse and stands helplessly at the front. The Cobbler also stands, frozen, awestruck. The Brigands are still leaping about, changing positions.
Cut to the back of the Cobbler's head and we see ZigZag from his point of view, standing in front of the smouldering, destroyed mass of machinery, mud, steam and ashes.
Cut to the Mighty One-Eye, bellowing through his Tibetan horn, crazy with rage.
MAGICIAN-A-A-A-A-A-A-N! TH IS IS YOUR FAULT! THOSE STOLEN GOLDEN BALLS WERE BA-A-A-D LUCK!
Cut to the Thief at the edge of the rubble. the Golden Balls, cradled in his smouldering robe and toward the City.
Unseen, he has is creeping back
Cut back to the Mighty One-Eye, still raging on the hilltop.
MAGICIA-A-A-A-A-A-A-N! MAKE YOUR MAGIC OR I'LL MAKE YOUR DEATH!
Cut to ZigZag in terror. The noise has subsided and stopped. The Brigands are standing quite still, unable to work out what has happened. The Cobbler still stands, frozen, in awe. They all look at ZigZag.
He takes off his cap, pulls it inside-out and it telescopes up to a tall point - a white sorcerer's hat with magical symbols on it. Then ZigZag pulls out and puts on white shoes with magical symbols drawn on them. He brings out a white wand, then runs around the entire destroyed army, drawing a large circle in the earth. We see this in top-shot. As ZigZag runs, he shouts:
As ZigZag finished the circle around the broken war machinery, he draws another, smaller circle within the first, where he stands himself.
Cut to a medium close-shot of ZigZag full figure. He rolls his eyes back into his head and goes into incantations. As he speaks, he throws down sulphur clouds which billow forth in green smoke around him.
( continuing) DEVILS OF THE LOWER REG IONS! DEMONS OF THE DARKEST NIGHT! BY THE POWER OF YOUR LEGIONS, I COMMAND THAT DAY BE NIGHT!
Everything darkens perceptibly. The green sulphur gas has entirely covered the ashes of the One-Eye War Machine in a great circle a lake of green smoke. Commanding the elements, he speaks again.
ZigZag: (continuing) THUN DER! LlGHTN ING! WIND! AND RAIN! FIRE! WATER! BLOOD AND PAIN!
BRING THE DEAD TO LIFE AGAIN!
(Thunder rolls) (A bolt of lightning strikes the edge of the circle) (The wind rises) (There is rain around the circle but not inside it) (The circle sets itself afire) (The rain around the outer edge of the circle intensifies) (We hear shrieking and howling but we cannot see where it comes from)
Within the circle, where the ashes of the One-Eye Soldiers lay, there is an earthquake as if the dead soldiers would come right up from the ground. Fire and smoke steam through crevasses in the earth, then a single green tentacle shoots across the ground. Then another flashes across, then, from the slits in the earth, a series of enormous tentacles leap and shoot out criss-crossing, making a live meshed grid across the army ruins. All the while the gaseous yellow-green steam is increasing.
The earth rurrbles again, and a horrid pile of soft guts leaps out from the crevasses onto the living mesh. Then another large chunk of quivering entrails jumps out of the ground, followed by another, and another, larger and larger. Where the horror of the Death Machine was based on hardness and sharpness, weight and immovable resistance, this creation or creature is based on the awfulness of primaeval softness. The feeling is that of stepping on something soft and wet in the middle of the night.
It is like a slaughterhouse of steaming entrails, uncoiling and multiplying in sections, covering the entire ground, little bits uncoiling from big bits, parts unsqueezing like giant toothpaste, growing, uncoiling, growing. A giant mid-section of guts splops out from beneath, swelling up. From it uncoils a huge python-like neck section. It seems to have a head which is revolving and rotating as it uncoils towards us, growing and expanding. The gases roar and hiss and the creature is spreading in all directions.
Suddenly there is an enormous roar of steam, fire and wind, and the whole apparition leaps up into the air to an enormous height like a gigantic kite or tent taking the wind. Hovering above us is a fullyformed gigantic oriental Dragon with giant wings. It cracks and snaps like an enormous tent in a gale.
The Brigands are frozen in terror.
Even the Mighty One-Eye is aghast.
The Dragon is now even larger than the War Machine and it begins to advance toward the Cobbler.
Cut to the Cobbler, resolutely glued to the spot.
Close-up of the Cobbler and we hear the loop of sound in his mind again - the voice of the narrator:
A. . .TACK A. . .TACK. . .A. . .TACK.
The Cobbler reaches down and picks up a stick, ties a tack, sharp end out, on the end, like a spear, and, as the Dragon towers over him, belching smoke and snorting fire, he steps forward to meet it.
The Dragonls huge feet come toward him and he strikes it in the There is a terrible hissing and yellow-green gas comes out, almost
suffocating the Cobbler.
The Cobbler is coughing, but he continues to strike at the enveloping Dragon.
As the feet come toward him, or try to step on strikes them and they split into multiple spinning eels. parts of the Dragon are expanding and swelling.
him, the Cobbler All the while,
It seems to have a sea of snake-like guts surrounding it which keep enveloping the Cobbler. He chokes on the gas and one foot of the Dragon deflates like a tent of flesh, falling on him, trapping him underneath.
He goes wild with fear and tears his way out. The Cobbler stabs another foot - more gas escapes and the foot collapses. But another foot grows out just above it, to replace the first. This new foot traps him on his back on the ground and the Dragon leans forward.
Cut to the Cobbler's point of view as the chest and head come down toward him. He sees a clearly-labelled heart on the Dragon IS chest and heaves his tack-spear into it. There is an explosion. The Dragon IS face goes from horrid to. wei rd, to goofy, to depressed. With a tremendous hissing, the Dragon is collapsing.
Cut to ZigZag at the back of the deflating Dragon, pumping an old-fashioned bellows and running from pump to pump, making new growths wherever he can. But the whole edifice is caving in on itself.
The Cobbler still does not know what is happening and thinks the Dragon is falling on him - which, in fact, it is.
He is at his wit's end, running around trying to get out from under the collapsing material and noxious gas and tripping over the war debris. He finally realizes what has happened, and he turns to face ZigZag back at the tail.
ZigZag is still desperately pumping, trying to look fierce. he only looks pathetic.
The Cobbler is amazed.
He looks from ZigZag to the Brigands,
to the sh redded, collapsed balloon.
Cut to the Mighty One-Eye on the hilltop. fist as he screams at ZigZag.
He is shaking his
( screaming) NO MAN FAILS AND LIVES!
THE MIGHTY ONE-EYE
As the Mighty One-Eye screams, he screams so loudly that he ends in a coughing fit. Stepping back, reaching for his women-throne, he feels nothing there. He turns around, and sees his purple women standing with their arms crossed, staring at him coldly. He stops coughing. There is complete silence for a moment as the Mighty One-Eye and his women look at each other. He realizes there are a great many of them. The women, together, take a step toward him. The Mighty OneEye turns to run but the women close in on him with a cacophony of bloodcurdling, high-pitched, vibrating trills, intent on revenge. They surround and envelop him, and though unseen by us, it is obvious they are tearing him asunder.
Cut back to ZigZag who has backed up quite a distance away from the Cobbler and the Brigands. YumYum spots him.
THE MAGICIAN FELLER. . .
GET THE MAGICIAN!
SIC HIM, BOYS!
ZigZag hurls down one last green smoke bomb and disappears behind the rising smoke.
Cut to the Brigands, charging into the smoke and falling all over each other.
(shouting and coughing) GET 11M! GET '1M! lIVE GOT 'I M!
NO YOU HAVEN'T! IT'S ME YOUIVE GOT
Cut to ZigZag, hidden behind a rock. We see the sulphurous smoke cloud in the distance. He is leaning against the rock, catching his breath. He pokes his hat back to its normal shape and begins to walk in a hurry, muttering:
THE GREATEST WIZARD HAS TO KNOW EXACTLY WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO. . .O-O-O-O-O!
He falls into a pit.
Cut to a close-up of the heads of the gaping mouths of two or three alligators.
The camera pulls back fast as we see the eight alligators, lurching forward, jaws snapping.
Cut to ZigZag, the alligators coming toward him. ZigZag spreads his hands out authoritatively, his back against the wall of the pit.
ARE YOU STILL HERE? I HAVEN'T FED YOU YET, I FEAR!
We see only ZigZag's reactions from just above the snapping jaws as we truck in as the scene progresses. We also show Phido, leering down expectantly from the top of the pit.
OH! MY LEFT FOOT! (Snap! )
(continued) IT'S OPPOSITE!
I WAS VERY MUCH ATTACHED TO IT! (Snap!) YOU TOOK MY LEFT LEG! (Snap! ) OOO! MY RIGHT! I'M GOING TO LOOK AN AWFUL SIGHT! (Snap! ) OH! MY GOOD RIGHT ARM! (Snap! ) MY LEFT! I SEE THERE'S VERY LITTLE LEFT OF ME! (Snap Snap!) OH! MY BOTTOM! (Snap Snap!) OH! MY TOP! GREEDIES! DONIT YOU EVER STOP?!
Cut to Phido, with his beak opening wide, zooming down from above toward ZigZag's head.
YOU TOO, PHIDO, MAN'S BEST FRIEND. . . ? -
As Phido's beak holds ZigZag's head like a nut-cracker around a walnut. . .
(disgusted) FOR ZIGZAG, THEN. . . IT IS . . . THE END. (Snap!)
Phido's beak snaps shut.
and a swallow.
Cut to the Brigands, all walking around confusedly. has cleared.