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SEQUENCE 2_03

2_03_01 TIN WOODMAN, WOOT, followed by SCARECROW, continue hacking their way through the forest.

2_03_03 WOOT 060-04 What…

SCARECROW 060-05 In the name…

TIN WOODMAN 060-06 Of Great Oz…

2_03_04 WOOT 060-07 Wow...

2_03_05 EXT. AN IMMENSE CIRCULAR CLEARING - DAY

The top branches of the trees reach over and form a TREE DOME over it. The clearing glows with a soft, white light.

WOOT pushes TIN WOODMAN aside, SCARECROW pushes WOOT aside, so that they stand in a row, staring in awe.

These are the LOONS… and their various actions support this name. Some play, some work at tasks and some gather in groups to talk… their voices are a dizzying cacophony of noise and confusion.

2_03_06 LOONS argue

2_03_07 LOONS carrying balloons.

2_03_08 LOONS belly bounce.

2_03_09 LOON bowling

2_03_10 PAN TO: Rack of LOONS hit by bowling ball.

2_03_11 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT watch in amazement.

TIN WOODMAN My!

2_03_12 SCARECROW 061 Are… are they rubber, do you think?

SCARECROW⿿S voice echoes through the clearing.

2_03_13 The LOONS stop whatever they’re doing; turn toward the intruders.

2_03_14 TIN WOODMAN Uh-oh, they⿿ve spotted us.

SCARECROW Eh... Yikes!

2_03_15 The LOONS rush at them—run and bound and bounce with tremendous speed. One Loon reaches toward them, it⿿s arm stretches, and its hand grows to huge proportions

2_03_17 SCARECROW 062-04 Yaaaahhhhh!

WOOT 062-05 Look out—

TIN WOODMAN 062-06 Watch your—

TIN WOODMAN starts to raise his axe—and the LOONS are on them.

2_03_18 The arm wraps around them.

TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, WOOT 062-07 Help—HELP!!!

TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT are swiftly inundated in the sea of roundness…

2_03_19 EXT. IMMENSE CLEARING - LATER

TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW and WOOT are all snugly wrapped up in long tendrils of vines. They struggle helplessly. Suddenly, BIG LOON leaps in front of them.

2_03_20 BIG LOON 063 A-ha! Gotcha!

2_03_21 The LOONS make strange noises and bounce excitedly.

2_03_25 SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT exchange worried looks…

2_03_22 BIG LOON 063-01 Come—bring them to King Bal and have ‘em

2_03_23 BIG LOON (CU) tried, condemned and perforated!

2_03_24 The LOONS cheer lustily, bounce up and down.

2_03_26 EXT. CENTER OF THE CLEARING - DAY

The captives are dragged to a raised PLATFORM. The LOONS bounce and cheer madly. On the PLATFORM is a throne consisting of a big, WIDE CHAIR with a string tied to one arm. The string leads upward.

BIG LOON bounces up onto the platform.

2_03_27 BIG LOON 064 Now King Bal shall judge these terrible creatures—and dispense justice! Yaaaas.

2_03_28 The LOONS bounce and cheer until the entire clearing is a mass of chaotic, bouncing madness.

2_03_29 SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT look around at the madness, frightened.

2_03_30 BIG LOON takes hold of the string. The other LOONS fall silent.

2_03_31 BIG LOON looks around importantly. With great ceremony, he pulls on the string.

The assembled LOONS “ooh” and “ahh” reverently.

2_03_32 BIG LOON solemnly pulls… there is a GASP from the assembled LOONS… they lower their eyes…

2_03_33 KING BAL appears at the other end of the string. He’s much like the other LOONS, except for the fact that he wears a crown.

2_03_34 KING BAL Coming down, everybody! Can you see me? Coming down!

2_03_35 BIG LOON hauls KING BAL down the throne. KING BAL seats himself. Two attendant LOONS rush up and tie KING BAL in. He looks out over his loyal subjects… bobbing gently against his restraints.

LOONS (reverently) 064-01 Woo… woo-woo-woo…woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo

2_03_36 LOONS continue to “Woo” reverently .

2_03_37 KING BAL holds up a hand for Loons to stop.

KING BAL 065 Hello again, hello. What’s up now?

2_03_38 BIG LOON 066 Strangers, your Majesty—

BIG LOON throws a menacing look at TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT.

BIG LOON 066-01 —strangers and captives!

2_03_39 The other LOONS “Woo” vigorously until KING BAL again raises a hand. He looks closely down at SCARECROW, WOOT and TIN WOODMAN.

KING BAL 067 Are they dangerous, do you think?

2_03_40 WOOT looks around.

BIG LOON 068 Ah… they may not be…

2_03_42 BIG LOON But we mustn’t take chances, must we?

2_03_43 BIG LOON Enough accidents happen to us poor Loons as it is.

2_03_44 KING BAL takes a closer look.

The assembled LOONS react, wail and moan wretchedly.

2_03_45

BIG LOON 068-01 My advice is to condemn and perforate ‘em, now!

The LOONS cheer lustily. BIG LOON acknowledges their support with a nod of his body.

2_03_46 KING BAL looks disgruntled. He mutters:

KING BAL 069 Keep your advice to yourself. (louder) Who’s King here, anyhow? You—or me?

BIG LOON looks out at the assembled LOONS. They’ve fallen silent. SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT take note of this. They exchange a look.

2_03_47 BIG LOON 070 We made you our King because you have less common sense than the rest of us!

2_03_48 PAN: BIG LOON pleads case to LOON crowd. He struts back and forth between the throne and the prisoners.

BIG LOON I could have been King myself, had I wanted to, but I didn’t care for the hard work and responsibility!

2_03_48a BIG LOON pops. What remains on the ground in front of the platform is a heap of flabby, WRINKLED SKIN that looks like a collapsed rubber balloon.

2_03_49 SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT react, stunned.

2_03_51 The LOONS react, cowed and frightened.

2_03_50 KING BAL settles into his throne smugly.

KING BAL 071 Hah! Conceited rascal! He puffed himself up until he was bigger than the rest of you, and this is the result of his folly!

2_03_52

KING BAL 071-01 But… there is no reason not to be… merciful. Get the pump working, and blow him up again.

2_03_53 Some LOONS wheel out a big PUMP to BIG LOON’S skin.

2_03_54 The LOONS with the PUMP connect a hose.

2_03_55 LOONS pump air into BIG LOON.

2_03_56 BIG LOON starts swelling out.

2_03_57 SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT watch, fascinated. WOOT is forming a plan.

2_03_58 BIG LOON 072 Stop!

2_03_59 KING BAL 073 No, no—keep going! Bigger!

2_03_60 BIG LOON wails in anguish.

2_03_61 The other LOONS watch, fascinated as BIG LOON inflates to tremendous size and begins floating skyward.

2_03_62 KING BAL 074-01 Pride before a pop!

2_03_63 BIG LOON floats to the end of the hose, looks around desperately. The pumping continues and he pops free and squirts into the air, flying around erratically.

BIG LOON 075-01 Noooooooooo….

BIG LOON goes OS and can no longer be heard.

2_03_64 The LOONS look at KING BAL. KING BAL settles back imperiously into his throne. LOONS push the PUMP away.

2_03_65 SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT look around… tense.

2_03_66 KING BAL 076 And now… these intruders DO appear to be proud and puffed up.

2_03_67 KING BAL Perhaps we SHOULD perforate ‘em, eh? What say you?

2_03_68 Slowly, then with gathering momentum, the LOONS begin to cheer.

2_03_69 KING BAL looks out over them, smug and secure.

2_03_70 WOOT looks around, then up at KING BAL. WOOT squints his eyes.

2_03_71 On the platform, THORN LOON holds a long, sharp thorn. THORN LOON glances at KING BAL, who nods his assent.

2_03_72 THORN LOON approaches SCARECROW, TIN WOODMAN and WOOT. They look around desperately. There seems to be no escape.

2_03_73 SCARECROW (CU) Hoo-hoo! (frightened)

2_03_74 THORN LOON leans over with great menace… and sticks THORN into SCARECROW’S leg.

2_03_75 CU: There’s a moment of expectation. SCARECROW relaxes. He smiles.

SCARECROW

     Heh... Didn't hurt a bit.

2_03_76 LOONS react with extreme disappointment.

2_03_77 THORN LOON perpares to jab TIN WOODMAN.

2_03_78 THORN LOON thunks against TIN WOODMAN's leg. THORN thunks against TIN WOODMAN’s body.

2_03_79 TIN WOODMAN smiles.

TIN WOODMAN Heh.. Sorry... Make of tin, you know.

2_03_80 The LOONS react with a cry of outrage. The LOON with the thorn looks around. Obviously, he thinks he’s going to get blamed for this.

LOONS Muttering.

2_03_81 KING BAL What is it? Dull or something?

2_03_82 The LOON with the thorn is desperate. He jabs the thorn into WOOT’S leg.

WOOT 077 Ow!

2_03_84 WOOT kicks out instinctively—into the LOON’S puffy stomach.

LOON 077-01 Ooof!

The kicked LOON explodes with a loud pop.

2_03_86 The other LOONS gasp in horror.

2_03_87 WOOT recovers and struggles against his bonds. With a monumental effort he bursts them.

2_03_88 KING BAL Uh-oh...

2_03_89 LOONS flee in terror.

2_03_90 WOOT frees TIN WOODMAN and SCARECROW.

2_03_91 WOOT grabs the thorn which lies unnoticed on the ground.

2_03_92 WOOT leaps off the platform—and lunges into the crowd of LOONS. They scream in terror.

2_03_94 WOOT runs after LOONS. He pricks a LOON in the butt. It squirts off.

WOOT Here... Take that! How do you like it now? Ha!

2_03_95 WOOT pricks another LOON in the butt. It pops.

2_03_97 TIN WOODMAN and SCARECROW watch, horrified.

2_03_98 KING BAL remains seated on his throne with a concerned look.

2_03_99 WOOT grips the thorn and starts for the platform.

2_03_99a KING BAL throws his arms in the air in fright.

2_03_102 SCARECROW stops WOOT.

SCARECROW 079 Enough, Master Woot.

2_03_101 KING BAL unties with the cord that fastens him to the throne. He floats upward to the leafy dome.

KING BAL 079-03 Heh-heh. Yes. Heh-heh!

2_03_100 WOOT faces SCARECROW belligerently… then he lets the anger go… slumps. SCARECROW puts a kindly hand on WOOT’S shoulder.

WOOT 080 Every one of them ought to be exploded! WOOT 079-01 He would’ve—

SCARECROW 079-02 Let him alone. He seems a good enough king for his peculiar people, and after we are gone, the Loons will have something of a job to pump up all those whom you have punctured.

2_03_103 TIN WOODMAN 081 No. It’s my conclusion that we had no business to intrude here. This is their country, not ours. Come, Woot.

2_03_104 SCARECROW 082 Well said, my friend.

2_03_105 TIN WOODMAN and SCARECROW walk away but WOOT remains.

SCARECROW We really had no right to disturb their peace and comfort; so let us go away.

2_03_106 WOOT glares at the pile of deflated LOON skins. He picks one up and stuffs it in his pocket.

WOOT 083 Try and perforate me, will you. You many come in handy some day.

2_03_107 WOOT follows his companions. The LOONS’ lament follows them…

WOOT Wait up, guys

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