Sequence 2 10

SEQUENCE 2_10 - "MEET THE YOOKOOHOO"

2_10_01 TIN WOODMAN 180-02 Oh my

2_10_02 INT. GOLDEN CHAMBER In the center of the CHAMBER is a huge table, at which sits MRS. YOOP. She has her back toward them and does not turn around. She is turning the pages by simply motioning her hand.

2_10_03 MRS. YOOP (menacing) 181 You’re causing a draft... And I shall catch cold... And sneeze.

2_10_04 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT tremble. They look around. There’s no way out. There are shadows moving on the walls.

MRS. YOOP 181-01 And when I sneeze, I become cross… Very, very nasty.

2_10_06 MRS. YOOP

     And when I become cross, I’m liable to do something… wicked! (chuckles) Mmmm. Come in, you foolish strangers. Come in!

2_10_08 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT run, screaming in fright.

2_10_09 MRS. YOOP points a finger at a fireplace SCREEN which becomes a fence surrounding them.

2_10_10 WOOT, TIN WOODMAN, and SCARECROW cower behind the SCREEN.

2_10_11 MRS. YOOP (chuckling) 181-02 What have we here…?

2_10_12 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT shrink back as MRS. YOOP bends close to examine them.

2_10_13 MRS. YOOP changes size, shape and appearance at whim.

MRS. YOOP 181-03 Speak!!!

2_10_14 The CHAMBER reverberates with the sound of MRS. YOOP'S voice. TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT fall to the ground, almost insensible with terror.

2_10_15 When the echoes have died away, SCARECROW raises his head, terrified.

SCARECROW 183 W-we d-didn’t know anyone l-lived here, M-Madam, s-so, b-being travelers and strangers in these p-parts, and w-w-wishing to find a p-place for our young c-companion to s-sleep—w-we v-ventured t-to enter your lovely c-c-astle.

2_10_16 MRS. YOOP crouches above, leers.

MRS. YOOP 184 You have found much more than you bargained for!!!

2_10_17 OS: Mrs. Yoop laughing. TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT bury their faces in their hands, shaking.

2_10_18 MRS. YOOP walks around the cowering TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT: sometimes huge and horrible, other times normal and motherly-looking.

2_10_19 WOOT peeks between his fingers.

WOOT (fearful) 185 A-a-are you a w-w-witch?

2_10_20 MRS. YOOP 185-01 Witch?! Witch!!! Why, I Witch this!

2_10_21 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT cringe in terror as all manner of foul ENTITIES surround them.

2_10_23 MRS. YOOP laughs pleasantly.

MRS. YOOP 186 More- an artist of transformation. A Yookoohoo. Much more clever than a witch.

2_10_24 MRS. YOOP shrinks down, suddenly holding a plate of cookies. She offers them to her guests.

MRS. YOOP Perhaps you’ve heard of me… Mrs. Yoop?

2_10_25 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT look at each other, scared witless, unwilling to admit they haven’t.

2_10_26 SCARECROW 187 A-are w-we to c-consider you our f-friend, M-M-Mrs. Yoop?

2_10_27 MRS. YOOP 188 I never have friends—

MRS. YOOP again turns into a giant—but quickly becomes normal again.

MRS. YOOP 188-01 Eh, uh Well Ah.. I, I am glad you’ve come, dearies, for my life here is rather lonely. I’ve had no one… to talk to.

2_10_27a -YOOP SONG-

2_10_28 SCARECROW 189 Uh… Love to talk But w-w-w-w-e c-c-can't stay long…

2_10_29 MRS. YOOP 190 Oh, but I disagree.

MRS. YOOP becomes huge again. As she speaks she picks WOOT up in the palm of her gigantic hand.

MRS. YOOP 190-01 I mean to keep you here as long as I live, to amuse me when I get lonely To keep me company

2_10_30 TIN WOODMAN 191 T-t-t-that is outrageous… d-d-do you k-k-know, ma’am, who we a-a-are?

2_10_31 MRS. YOOP is once again a normal, homey-looking mother-type.

MRS. YOOP 192 Mmmmm… Well, lets see a straw man… a tin man… and a meat boy…

2_10_32 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT shrink back as her baleful eye falls upon them.

2_10_33 MRS. YOOP 192-01 How unstimulating you are. So plain I know- I will change you all into new forms… formsss farrr moreee interesting….

2_10_34 SCARECROW 193 Y-y-you.. you can’t d-do that! You We We’re very important p-p-eople

2_10_35 MRS. YOOP is huge again. TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT huddle together in terror.

MRS. YOOP 194 So much the better! I shall enjoy you all the more!

2_10_36 TIN WOODMAN, SCARECROW, and WOOT stare up in terror at MRS. YOOP.

MRS. YOOP 195 Meet bravely what you cannot avoid

MRS. YOOP turns to TIN WOODMAN.

2_10_37 TIN WOODMAN S-s-stay away from me

2_10_38 MRS. YOOP points an enormous, gnarled finger at TIN WOODMAN. A maelstrom of terrifying ENERGY transforms TIN WOODMAN transforms TIN OWL.

TIN OWL hoots in despair.

2_10_39 MRS. YOOP’S baleful eye fixes on him.

2_10_40 TIN OWL flies to the back of a chair and perches upon it, his tin feathers rattle against one another in a tinny chatter.

2_10_41 SCARECROW attempts to assume a commanding posture. WOOT hides behind him.

SCARECROW 197 Eh Eh Eh N-n-now s-s-see here, m-m-madam, I c-c-consider this action very impolite…. it may even be called rude

2_10_41b SCARECROW C-c-considering we are your g-g-guests…

2_10_42 MRS. YOOP 198 Guests, straw man… At whose invitation?

MRS. YOOP opens her immense mouth in a hideous laugh.

2_10_43 SCARECROW shudders violently.

SCARECROW Look I I've got a f-f-few Em Uh, ah Oh

In a maelstrom of energy, SCARECROW changes into STRAW BEAR.

2_10_44 STRAW BEAR shuffles awkwardly across the floor, whimpering.

STRAW BEAR (confused) Eh I don't like this I don't like this at all No This isn't right This isn't right at all No, Wrong

2_10_45 WOOT looks out in horror… then at MRS. YOOP.

2_10_47 WOOT trembles in terror as MRS. YOOP tussles his hair. MRS. YOOP assumes a grotesquely innocent air as she studies the terrified WOOT.

MRS. YOOP 198-01 Ah Now What to do with you, little cuddle-kins? I have something very, very special in mind for you.

2_10_48 WOOT runs for it.

2_10_50 MRS. YOOP wiggles her fingers.

2_10_51 WOOT, in a flash of energy, becomes GREEN MONKEY.

2_10_52 MRS. YOOP laughs hideously

2_10_53 GREEN MONKEY chatters as he bounds to the seat of a giant chair, and then to its back.

MRS. YOOP’S maniacal laughter echoes through the castle.

2_10_54 MRS. YOOP Yes I do believe (cackles) Perrrrrfect.

TIN OWL, BEAR and GREEN MONKEY cringe as MRS. YOOP looms above them. She looms over each in turn, then she shrinks back down to near-human proportions, and yawns.

MRS. YOOP 201 Oh Such a day Such a day Well, enjoy yourselves, my pets. We’ll play again… very soon.

2_10_55 MRS. YOOP cackles madly. Still laughing, she faces the DOOR.

MRS. YOOP 202 Open!

2_10_56 The DOOR bursts open with a bang, and MRS. YOOP hobbles out.

The DOOR closes.