Coraline Page #4
He holds up his hands in surrender, nodding with eyes
closed, forcing some laughs.
WYBIE (CONT’D)
Heh. Well, great to meet a Michigan
water witch.
He picks up his bike, wheels it around, then holds up his
gloved hands.
WYBIE (CONT'D)
But I’d wear gloves next time.
CORALINE:
(skeptical)
Why?
He points to her dowsing rod, nods.
WYBIE (CONT'D)
‘Cause that dowsing rod of yours? Uh,
it’s poison oak.
CORALINE:
Ehh!!
Coraline drops the stick as he zooms away and wipes her
hands on her clothes.
The cat merows at her, shaking his head with a pitying
look, then trots away after Wybie. She STICKS OUT HER
TONGUE at him.
She looks down at the COVERING to the well. Coraline
finds a PEBBLE and drops it through A SMALL KNOT-HOLE.
Ear at the knot-hole, she counts until there’s a watery
“plop” far below. FAT RAINDROPS start to fall around her.
ROTATE DISSOLVE TO:
It’s POURING out. Coraline looks out a window at the DEADLOOKING
GARDEN, and places PACKETS OF SEEDS - pumpkins,
squash, snap dragons, bleeding hearts - on the sill.
She's developed a REDDISH RASH -poison oak - on one
hand.
The main floor kitchen, like most things in the Pink
Palace, is barely maintained, and looks worn and faded.
Coraline's MOTHER, MEL JONES, 40, bangs away at her
laptop on the table, MOVING BOXES stacked nearby. She's
plain-looking and tired and wears a NECK-BRACE.
CORALINE:
I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.
MEL:
(not listening)
Uh huh.
CORALINE:
I would have died.
MEL:
(continues typing)
That’s nice.
Coraline scratches the rash on her hand, changes subject.
CORALINE:
Hmmm. So can I go out? I think it’s
perfect weather for gardening.
MEL:
No, Coraline. Rain makes mud. Mud makes a
mess.
Coraline turns to her.
CORALINE:
But Mom, I want stuff growing when my
friends come to visit. Isn’t that why we
moved here?
MEL:
Something like that. But then we had the
accident.
CORALINE:
Wasn’t my fault you hit that truck.
MEL:
I never said it was.
CORALINE:
(mutters)
I can’t believe it -- you and Dad get
paid to write about plants and you hate
dirt.
Mel stops typing, loses her patience.
MEL:
Coraline, I don’t have time for you right
now. And you still have unpacking to do.
Lots of unpacking.
CORALINE:
That sounds exciting.
Mel remembers something.
Mel (CONT'D)
Oh - some kid left this on the front
porch.
Coraline walks over and is handed a NEWSPAPER-WRAPPED
PACKAGE. Attached note reads:
WYBIE (V.O.)
Hey Jonesy, look what I found in Gramma’s
trunk. Look familiar? Wybie.
She rips open the package and finds the BUTTON-EYED, BLUEHAIRED,
YELLOW RAINCOAT-WEARING DOLL from the head
credits -it’s a litte Coraline!
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