AGAINST A FIELD OF DEEP BLACK
floats, turning end over end, a WHITE BLURRY ghost of a FORM that as it COMES TOWARD CAMERA, RESOLVES into a LARGE WHITE POLAR BEAR and AS IT COMES CLOSER, COMING INTO SHARP FOCUS for a brief second, a look of panic on its face, and it BLURS AGAIN....
SMASH CUT TO:
A POLAR BEAR'S EYE blinking open.
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Our favorite white bear. Laying on the jungle floor, motionless, except he's pawing at his ears.
TOMMY
Jeez, what's that ringing?
He stretches his jaws.
A human figure wearing a lab coat with a DHARMA HYDRA PATCH, bursts out of the foliage, and look, it's MARVIN CANDLE!
CANDLE
Tommy?
Tommy doesn't turn, continues to shake his head.
TOMMY
Anyone else hear that? Whoa nelly!
CANDLE
Tommy!
(comes closer)
We've been looking all over for you.
No response.
CANDLE
Tommy, can you hear me?
and Marvin's shadow falls over Tommy --
-- and Tommy jumps!
TOMMY
Don't do that!
(inspects his fur)
Look! White as a ghost!
CANDLE
You're a Polar Bear!
TOMMY
Oh, like that explains anything.
Fists on hips, Candle is impatient.
CANDLE
We have work to do. We have to get you to the Orchid.
Tommy rolls onto his feet to walk alongside Candle as they disappear into the thick jungle, we can barely hear...
TOMMY
You know, you're lucky you taught me to read lips. And I hope to the Great Bear this work doesn't involve Tunisia. I hate sand.
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1 comment:
Great stuff as usual Dave, Keep up the good work :P
-Dh
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