Jumanji Page #3

At first, Alistair looks ready to shout again. Instead, he

adopts an oily, condescending tone.

ALISTAIR:

And where is our destination, Mister-...

Oh, pardon me! Professor Van Allsburg?

Where is it that we’re all heading?

What are we trying to find? After all,

trekking through uncharted territory in

a savage, hostile land populated by

equally savage and hostile natives, I

should think that our rewards would

certainly be worth the risks that we’ve

taken upon ourselves.

TIMOTHY:

Colonel-

ALISTAIR:

Particularly since I have not been

allowed the privilege... No, the right

to fire a single shot and let perfectly

good game go to waste!

TIMOTHY:

As I explained before-

ALISTAIR:

(losing his composure)

What is it that we seek, sonny Jim?

Where are you leading us?!

Alistair calms himself down a little. Timothy takes a deep

breath.

TIMOTHY:

I understand your frustration, Colonel,

but as I explained before we all left

America, this is a search to find a

lost tribe.

ALISTAIR:

When I agreed to finance this idiotic

expedition, I did so only under the

assurance that I would be permitted to

shoot and claim the rarest, most sought

after trophies seen by the eyes of man!

TIMOTHY:

And so you shall be, but not until

we’ve found what I’m looking for.

He takes out a tattered old map from his pocket and studies it.

TIMOTHY (CONT’D)

If we just keep heading southeast

for another day or two, we should

find some clues that will assist us.

If the legends are true, that is.

Alistair rolls his eyes and mops his brow.

ALISTAIR:

So, with you as our leader, we’ve been

traveling all this time within unknown

territory in who knows what direction

for the chance to uncover some alleged

clues which might assist us in finding a

people that might not even exist? Just

so I’m perfectly clear.

Timothy opens his mouth to protest, but suddenly there is a wild

RUSTLING from the foliage. Timothy looks terrified, but

Alistair readies his gun.

ALISTAIR:

Stay down! Don’t move!

From out of the foliage stumble two men, both are looking

panicked. The first is NIGEL DAWSON (30s), a man of medium

height with a lean build. The other is HASANI (mid 20s), an

African native guide. He is short, but has a gymnast’s build.

NIGEL:

Good heavens, is everything alright?

We heard a gunshot!

Timothy calms down at the sight of the duo.

TIMOTHY:

Yes, yes. Everything is perfectly

fine. The Colonel just got a tad

overzealous; that’s all.

NIGEL:

Oh, that’s a relief. Er... Hasani.

Nigel briefly speaks a few words in Hasani’s native language to

him, who nods in understanding.

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