Cut to a side view of the Cobbler going up the almost vertical The Eunuchs are having great difficulty lifting the palanquin. Bubba is popping his head out, swooning..
MEEMEE! MEEMEE! ME DI ZZY MEEMEE! MEEMEE ME DI ZZY!
THERE. . . THERE BUBBA. . .
ME SICK MEEMEE!
THERE. . . THERE
ME GONNA BE SICK!
ME GONNA BE SICK!
The Camel has reached a plateau and is in the process of sitting down in sections, behind the Cobbler, who is standing quite still, gazing up. The Eunuchs, carrying the Palanquin, halt behind him, and Roofless crashes into the base of the litter. From inside, we hear:
Brigands' reactions as they crash into each other.
Cut to Roofless at the rear of the Palanquin, recovering.
AH. . . YOUR HIGHNESS. . .
YumYum sticks her head out of the back of the palanquin. Cobbler does not see the following action behind him down the steps.
THE POOR BEAST UP THERE CANIT GO ANY FURTHER...
Prince Bubba pokes his head out of the back end of the palanquin and says angrily:
I CAN TOO!
(poking her head out beside Prince Bubba's) THERE. . . THERE. . .
Roofless does a double-take at the sight of the twin princesses.
THERE'S TWO OF YOU! THERE'S TWO OF YOU! AHR, "M SEEING DOUBLE! MY EYES IS PLAY IN' TRICKS
YER EYES ARE PLAY IN I TRICKS ON ME, TOO! WELL, THERE WAS ONLY ONE WHEN WE STARTED!
AND NOW. . .
ISN'T SHE LOOKING WELL
THE TWO OF THEM!
AREN'T THEY GRAND?
. . . TOGETHER. . .
GOD BLESS THE WORK!
I NEVER THOUGHT THAT'D EVER HAPPEN NOW! . . .
ALL OUR EYES IS PLAYIN' TRICKS!
AYE! AYE! AND THE MOUNTAIN IS PLAYIN' TRICKS ON US, TOO. LOOK UP THERE!
WHERE IS IT?
THERE IT IS!
THERE IS WHOT?
All look up and we see the top of the Mountain, towering above in the distance. The hand~shape is no longer palm open; it is now in the gesture of pointing to the heavens.
Cut to a long shot of the top of the Mountain: the side view of the pointing hand. The Cobbler's caravan of tiny figures are on the steps leading to the mound of the thumb. Slowly, the camera cranes to the front of the hand. Steps lead up the enormous palm and between the forefinger and thumb, there is a valley.
A thin trail of green smoke comes from the valley far above.
Cut back to Roofless, the Brigands huddled behind him.
AH. . .ER. . .PERHAPS ME AND MY OUGHT TO BE STAYIN' HERE. AH. . . TO GUARD THE WAY AGAINST INTRUDERS. . .
MEN. . .
AYE. . .AGAINST INTRUDERS. . .LlKE. . .
JUST IN CASE. . .
. . . TO PROTECT THE REAR. . .
AYE, THE REAR GUARD. . .
THE ROYAL REAR GUARD!
ALL RIG HT THEN. . . YOU CAN STAY HERE AND GUARD THE WAY!
VERY WELL. . . WE SHALL GO ON WITHOUT YOU!
HALT MEN! . . . (calling to Princesses) WE'LL STAY BEHIND AND
GUARD THE EXIT!
WE'LL STOP BEHIND AND LOOK AFTER THE ENTRANCE!
AND WE'LL LET NOBODY OUT!
UNLESS THEY WANT TO GO IN!
LET NOBODY IN LEST THEY WANT TO GO OUT!
WE'LL STOP HERE NOW!
AND YOU CAN BEAUTIFUL! HALT MEN! WE IS GUARDING GUARD THE WAY! ON GUARD MEN!
GO ON IF YOU LIKE!
GUARD THE WAY!
GUARD THE WAY, MEN!
The Eunuchs lift the palanquin over the seated Camel.
Cut to the Cobbler. The thin trail of green smoke we saw before, coming from the valley far above, has reached down to him now and the end of it, in the shape of a whispy hand, is beckoning to him to follow. He does so in a semi-trance.
Cut to the bottom of the Mountain near some underbrush.
tangle of vines moves toward us. It is the Thief, completely wrapped up in vines. They jiggle and wiggle as he stamps past us in a fury.
Cut to a long-shot of the bottom of the Mountain, the Idol and guards and the underbrush and small trees behind the I dol.
Dissolve to the Thief, sitting between two small trees. He has fashioned the vines into two spring-coils, which he is fastening to his feet. He uses trees as a brace as he stands up, putting pressure on the coils. He works himself down into a crouch, lets go of the trees, and he IS off.
At first, he makes little helpless bounces, going off and on balance, gathering momentum and height and control from hop to hop. He accelerates higher and higher. He makes one big bounce and we crane with him, up and above his head. From his viewpoint we rush down to the ground and fly up into the air, down to the ground, up into the air - as if the camera were strapped to him.
Cut to a front shot of the underbrush, the Thief in the distance flying up toward us, disappearing down and reappearing with each bounce. He bounces right up to the camera.
with him again
Cut to the Thief's view, the Idol in the distance, the camera as he touches ground and flies up into the sky, hits the ground the Idol closer - flies up into the sky again, hits the ground the Idol closer yet - hits the ground again and up into the
air once more.
Cut to a long-shot, side view of the Idol on its platform, surrounded by its guards. The Thief comes down - SPRONG shoots out the top of the frame and drops right on to the I dol.
Cut to a medium close-up. The Thief is plastered against the I dol, clutching it. It is too heavy for him to lift and the Thiefls legs on springs are going haywire. He is able to move the Idol only slightly. Pumping his feet like crazy, with a death-grip on the Idol, his kicking gradually becomes more feeble as the guards I spears slowly come in and encircle his neck. We leave him in medium long-shot, trapped, making pathetic little movements with his feet.
Dissolve to afternoon in the hills. From behind a large boulder on the right, we hear two cracks of a whip and ZigZag's voice:
MUSH, MY HUSKIES!
From behind the rock, eight alligators, harnessed two-by-two, their little legs scurrying very fast, appear, pulling ZigZag on a dog sled. As they run up to camera, ZigZag whisper-shouts:
(Whip cracks twice)
Cut to an overhead long-shot of the One-Eye encampment with its terrible war machinery, tents and paraphernalia. ZigZag IS alligator sled races off, away from the main compound as he makes a break for it.
rocks, at break-neck speed. as ZigZag shouts - only as
Cut to a side-shot of ZigZag's alligator sled racing past boulders, Clouds of dust rise and the whip cracks loud as he dares, afraid to alert the guards:
(continuing) MUSH! (whip cracking)
Cut to a medium close-up, head on, of ZigZag, dirt flying, teeth working:
(continuing) FASTER! (whip cracking)
Cut to a top-shot of ZigZag's alligator sled racing from large boulder to boulder, crazily zig-zagging.
Cut to a side-shot as ZigZag swings around to the right toward a gap between two huge boulders. Suddenly, a dozen One-Eye shields fill the gap between the boulders and ZigZag, to avoid hitting the shields, swivels off to the right.
Cut to a top shot of the One-Eye soldiers encircling ZigZag and his sled as he circles, shouting:
FASTER! FASTER! WE MUST AVOID. . .
Cut to ZigZag and the sled in medium close-up. The sled comes to a stop and the alligators pant as dust settles. ZigZag says, resignedly, ending his sentence:
. . . DISASTER. . .
There is a momentary pause as the surrounding One-Eyes glare menacingly. A voice booms a mighty guffaw as we pan up the largest rock and see the Mighty One-Eye, standing at his full height on the top:
HAW HAW HAW! SO YOU CAN CHARM BEASTS. . . SORC ERER. . . HAW HAW HAW!
Cut to a top-shot of ZigZag, looking up, daring to hope and smiling ingratiatingly. One of his eyes is fl ickering shut.
YOU MAY BE USEFUL AFTER ALL. . . NOW WE TALK. . .
Dissolve in to the pointing hand at the top of the Desert Mountain. . Zoom in on the Cobbler and the Palanquin reaching the valley between the thumb and forefinger. The Cobbler still follows the beckoning fingers of green smoke. The smoke is coming from a three-inch urn in front of a blank wall. The Cobbler follows the beckoning fingers right to the urn and stops as the fingers dissolve and disappear into the lid of the tiny urn. The Cobbler stares at it, then gingerly lifts the tiny lid and looks in. We see an eyeball peering back at him. They both stare, then the Cobbler looks away, back at his companions. The Eunuchs have stopped and Bubba, MeeMee and YumYum peek out. The Cobbler does a c\oubletake at the twin princesses.
MeeMee leaps out of the palanquin, all a-jiggle.
YumYum, all a-jiggle, leaps from the Palanquin and goes over toward the Cobbler:
Cut to Prince Bubba, still in the Palanquin, one eye peeking out at the urn.
Cut to the tiny urn. looking out at everybody.
The eyeball has risen slightly and is
(to the urn) o MAD AND HOLY OLD WITCH, GREETINGS!
The eyeball slowly retracts into the urn.
o MAD AND HOLY OLD WITCH, I AM PRINCESS MEEMEE OF THE GOLDEN CITY. . .
(stepping forward) AND I AM PRINCESS YUMYUM OF THE GOLDEN CITY!
For a moment, nothing happens. Then, a very faint voice fades in as the ancient witch half-materializes beside the urn. A thin stream of green smoke from the urn curlicues around her. She has huge ears, like those of a mouse, and wears a white sari /nappy. She has white hair drawn into a large bun on top with a red knitting needle poking through. She is a cross between a mouse and a female Ghandi.
GREETINGS. . .GREETINGS. . . AHRHHHH. . .GREETINGS. . . WE HAVE TRAVELLED FROM FAR ACROSS THE DESERT TO FIND YOU. . .
The Witch, less than half-there, fades away to nothing.
A-R-R-R-GH. . .
OUR CITY IS IN DANGER!
WE COME TO IMPLORE YOU, TO BEG YOU. . .
The Witch fades in half way again, sitting on the other side the urn now, immediately fading out to nothing.
. . .IF NECESSARY, TO PAY YOU. . .
The Witch materializes right in front of her, fully there.
TO PAY ME?
TO PAY ME?
PAY ME? !
7 I 7
. . . TO REMOVE THE SPELL WHICH HAS BEEN CAST UPON ONE WHOM I KNOW TO BE A YOUNG AND HANDSOME PRINCE. . .
The Witch takes a good look at a very frightened Prince Bubba, then she begins to fade away again.
A-R-R-R-R-GH. . .
Cut to YumYum.
AND OUR FATHER SAID YOU COULD HELP US SAVE THE CITY!
The Witch is almost gone, but she starts to come back in again.
(squinting) ARE THERE TWO OF YOU. (sees them) AH-H-H-H-H... ONE AT A TIME, ONE AT A TIME. . .
. . ?
MeeMee claps her hands and a Eunuch places a bag of gold in front of the Witch. It spills several golden coins at her feet.
Prince Bubba leans out of the Palanquin and falls in a heap on the ground.
MeeMee runs to him.
The Witch looking sceptfcarry at Bubba says:
She is fading slightly.
MeeMee, her arms around Bubba says:
THIS IS MY BELOVED PRINCE BUBBA.
The Witch fades back into full focus, stands up and walks, hands ~Iasped behind her back, like a doctor, over to Prince Bubba. From behind her back, she produces a pink stethoscope, which she pops around her neck.
The Witch puts her hand on Bubba1s knee, stares at him, and she turns to Princess MeeMee.
MY CHILD. . . IT IS OBVIOUS TO ME. . .
The Witch pokes her finger into the Prince's stomach and tweaks
it a bit.
She pulls back, turning again to the Princess.
. . .DAT HE IS VICTIM (popping stethoscope in her OF THE DOUBLE WHAMMY. . . ears)
She plonks the stethoscope on his chest; pulls it off.
She climbs aboard his knee and reaches for Prince Bubba1s eye. She lifts it open and looks right in. His eyeball shows a silhouette of a belly-dancer bumping and grinding to jungle rhythm. She slams his eyel id shut and continues, to the Princess.
A-H-H-H-H-H-Hl FOR YOU I WILL MAKE SPECIAL PRICE AND TAKE A SPECIAL TRIP!
The Witch winds up and runs forward, jumps in the air and lands on a trampoline in a pit, flinging her high up against the cliff where she grabs a hanging rope and swings around the pointing finger of the Mountain hand, shrieking like Tarzan as the camera cranes around with her.
As she comes back around from the other side, she blasts through a nest of bats who flap helter-skelter all over the place. Then she flies head-long into a large gong hanging on the cliff.
She ricochets off the gong and drops into a hanging basket, supported on a tripod of three sticks over a cleft in the earth. With all her might, she tugs at a steering wheel attached to the top of a pipe leading into the cleft; finally, it turns and green gas rises through the fissure. She sniffs it.
(inhaling deeply) WITH ACID FUMES AND GAS COMBINED, I WILL START TO BLOW MY MIND!
She inhales and exhales deeply. The fumes are of various shades of green and yellow, swirling in patterns, making mystic symbols which come and go as they rise. Many of these go up her nose.
o GAS! FIRST GAS I SNIFF TONIGHT! I WISH I MAY - I WISH I MIGHT BLOW MY MIND OUT LIKE A LIGHT! (more inhaling)
She is getting very high now. Pointing vaguely in Bubba's direction, her eyes shut and she continues:
(continuing) IN YONDER BEAST A PRINCE IS HIDDEN. . .
HOW CAN, FROM HIM, THIS SPELL BE RIDDEN?
SEQ. 11. OE.
She is swinging around in the basket and she fishes inside her sari for a match, gets one, and, reaching over the side of the basket, strikes it against the bottom of the basket. She lifts the flaming match up before her and the gas fumes surround it: BOW-WHAAAAAAAAAAAM! There is an almighty explosion; everything goes into black and white and the Witch rises rapidly up high on a column of gas.
Everyone looks on, aghast.
Before the Witch, sitting on her mushroom cloud, appear three She lobs them over the side at the Beast. He temporarily half
turns into different animals or parts of animals, i.e., alligator, rhino, frog, then returns to himself.
EY AAAAAAAAH !
( during changes) himself)
MeeMee embraces him.
The Witch, still on her mushroom cloud, reaches within a column of gas and brings out a red-checkered tablecloth, a champagne glass, and a dusty bottle of wine. There is a lot of breaking of glass and cursing before she accomplishes this.
MYSTICAL ELIXIR! THE MOST ANCIENT, CELESTIAL WINE!
She expertly pops the cork. It hits the gong out of shot and a few bats scatter. GOI-OI-OI-OI-OI-OING!
The Witch pays no attention, and pours purple liquid, with green gasses rising, into the glass. She takes the knitting needle from her chignon, uses it as a wand, and the table top and glass of wine appear in front of Bubba;
DRINK THIS! IT OUGHT TO BRING OUT THE REAL (tongue tangles) YOUUUFZZGRZBUB. . . ER. . .AH. . .SORRY. . .START AGAIN!
She does the whole thing again, only this time like a television commercial.
MYST ICAL EUX I R! THE MOST ANCIENT CELESTIAL WINE. DRINK THIS! IT OUGHT TO BRING OUT THE REAL YOU!
SEQ. 11. OF .
Frightened and excited, Prince Bubba takes the glass and sniffs its bouquet as the table dissolves away.
Prince B ubba :
NIGH. . . (nice)
MeeMee nods, smiling encouragingly. Prince Bubba sips the wine, then takes a bigger drink, then empties the glass. There is a dramatic pause and the colours deepen. His eyes widen, his body swells up and he ejects a column of multi-coloured flame from his mouth with a roar.
Cut to a full shot of Prince Bubba as he begins to experience an internal earthquake, parts distorting, his colours changing - going from dark green to light green and back again. It all builds to a crescendo. The Prince flips over and when he lands, he is an enormous green frog, looking very much as he did before, except that now, he is well and truly a frog.
Cut to MeeMee, shocked.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Cut to the Witch, up on her cloud. She is amazed, like a small child who cannot control herself. She bursts into hysterical laughter at the result.
She clasps her hands over her mouth, and, finally regaining her professional composure, peers at the label of the wine bottle with one large, suspicious eye.
Prince Bubba's frog-throat suddenly expands and he gives off
Cut back to the Witch, peering myopically at the bottle.
. . .MUST HAVE BEEN A BAD YEAR. . .
She tosses the bottle away, over her shoulder, and it explodes like a Molotov Cocktail, taking away a bit of the Mountain.