Jumanji Page #4

NIGEL:

(to Timothy)

Poor lad... he thought you’d

encountered a leopard.

ALISTAIR:

If only...

The foliage RUSTLES again, and Alistair once again raises his

gun.

Out steps FELIX J. KAUFFMAN (early 30s); a tall, overweight man

with light brown hair concealed under a derby. He wears a vest

that is bulging from countless items stuffed into its pockets.

Although Felix is breathing heavily, his Cheshire Cat grin

remains constant.

ALISTAIR:

(lowering his gun; sotto)

Might need something larger to

take this one down...

FELIX:

Hello, all. Nothing the matter,

I hope.

NIGEL:

No, no. Actually, we’re all ready

to continue on our way.

(to all)

Hasani and I have just scouted the area

where the river meets those cliffs we

saw earlier. We’re at the proper

angle, so we just need to continue on

a straight path for another day. After

that, Hasani says we should reach the

Za’ru’a village. Once there, we can

reconnoiter and regroup.

TIMOTHY:

Splendid. Let’s make sure we have

everything we need to avoid delay.

ALISTAIR:

(to Felix)

We’d avoid delay a lot more if you

didn’t keep scuttling off to search

for your frivolous little keepsakes!

FELIX:

Frivolous? What renaissance man of

the United States wouldn’t be intrigued

by strange oddities and mementos from

a world practically unknown?

Alistair shakes his head in disbelief.

FELIX (CONT’D)

And as I have said before and will

say again, Felix J. Kauffman never

trades less than his best!

NIGEL:

Help Hasani with our supplies, will

you, Felix?

Felix, Nigel and Hasani begin gathering up their gear. Alistair

wanders over to Timothy.

ALISTAIR:

(to Timothy)

I can tolerate being in a jungle with

two Yankees and... Mowgli there, but

why did you and Professor Dawson have

to bring that duffer? He’s a

hindrance more than a help.

TIMOTHY:

Nearly every article and tool we have

in our possession was very generously

donated by that man. It was too good

an offer to pass up.

Timothy turns to face Alistair one on one.

TIMOTHY:

Colonel, I realize this is not the

manner to which you are accustomed,

but try to remember, we all have

our own roles to fill on this

expedition.

Felix suddenly appears at Timothy’s side and drapes an arm

around his shoulders, smiling unctuously. Alistair sneers.

FELIX:

And sir, I can think of no better

leader for such an incomparable

voyage into the heart of Africa.

The perfect liaison between us and

my soon-to-be newest customers, the...

(frowns)

Er... what is this tribe called,

again?

Timothy gently disengages Felix’s arm from his shoulders.

TIMOTHY:

They call themselves Jumanji, Felix.

Jumanji.

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