Willow Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 126 min
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Suddenly WE HEAR rustling leaves, possibly another
Death Dog. Then WE HEAR giggling. Two children, RANON
and MIMS, watch in amazement from the riverbank.
Holding onto a plow, WILLOW UFGOOD struggles behind a
huge hog. From a heavy sack slung over his shoulder he
tosses seeds.
RANON:
Dada! We found something in the
river!
Willow beams with joy as his son and daughter race to-
ward him. They grab his sleeves and tug him away from
his plow.
WILLOW:
I can't run off and play with you
now. I've got work to do.
RANON/MIMS
But Dada, you gotta see it! Hurry!
Willow drops his sack of seeds. The ugly hog glares at
him like a guilty conscience. The children squeal with
excitement as their father runs toward the river with
them.
EXT. RIVERBANK - DAY
WE SEE Willow from the baby's view. His eyes pop open.
He quickly backs his children away.
WILLOW:
Back! Don't go near it. We don't
know where it's been. It could be
diseased.
MIMS:
It's a baby!
RANON:
It's not a Nelwyn baby.
WILLOW:
No, it's too big to be a Nelwyn
baby. It looks like a daikini...
MIMS:
Ooh, it's so cute...
WILLOW:
Mims! Get back here! It might
bite you.
Willow drags Mims away. Then the baby starts crying.
RANON:
Can't we keep it, Dada?
WILLOW:
Absolutely not.
BURGLEKUTT:
Ufgood! Willow Ufgood!
Willow, in a sudden panic, sees BURGLEKUTT in the dis-
tance. He splashes into the river, grabs the raft,
plunks it on the bank and tries to hush the crying
baby.
WILLOW:
Shhh, shhh! It's the Prefect --
that's all I need. Mims, Ranon,
keep this thing hidden...
Burglekutt's beady eyes spot Willow making a mad dash
for his plow. Swinging his fat stomach, he angrily
points his walking stick and goes after him.
KIAYA:
Mr. Burglekutt! He hasn't done
anything wrong!
Willow's wife KIAYA chases Burglekutt across the field,
her beautiful long hair flowing behind her. Willow
quickly gets behind his plow like he's been there all
day.
BURGLEKUTT:
Ufgood! What do you think you're
doing! I tell the planting seeds
in this village.
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