Antz Page #3
AZTECA:
Who cares, Z. All I know is, we
gotta dig. We're not the ones in
charge.
The huge, spacious main chamber of the colony. Looming over
the scene is the royal palace, which seems to be
inaccessible, perched on top of a hill-like pedestal.
Around the base of the pedestal, a crew of workers loiters,
seemingly aimlessly...can these be the only unemployed ants
in the place?
GENERAL FORMICA:
STAIRS!
The workers look up and GROAN. Then they start forming a
stairway with their own bodies, linking arms, stepping on
each other's shoulders. It's extremely unpleasant work. One
ant is a little tardy, and just manages to get in place
before...
GENERAL FORMICA, the Pattonesque military leader of the
colony, STEPS ON HIS HEAD, using it as the first step as he
ascends to the palace, his aide-de-camp Carpenter in tow. As
Formica mounts the "stairs" we can hear the workers going,
"OUCH! OOF! YIKES!" etc.
GENERAL FORMICA:
Cut the chit-chat down there!
(turning to Carpenter)
Carpenter. They've never had it so
good, and listen to them -- always
grumbling and complaining...
Formica steps on the foot of one of the "stairway" ants, who
muffles a yelp.
CARPENTER:
...Yes, sir.
GENERAL FORMICA:
What have they got to complain about?
CARPENTER:
Actually, sir, we've cut them down to
three roughly rectangular meals a
week.
FORMICA:
Don't give me statistics, Carpenter.
I know what I'm talking about. DOORS!
Formica and Carpenter have reached the top of the staircase.
There, the two guard ants on either side of the massive
throne room doors pull them open -- and one door hinge
SQUEAKS.
FORMICA:
(to guard ant, while
passing)
Oil that, soldier.
The QUEEN is on her throne, her huge abdomen sprawled behind
her.
QUEEN:
Ah! General Formica.
Formica salutes and marches to her, Carpenter behind him.
Note:
Throughout this scene, the Queen is giving birthrepeatedly. Each birth is accompanied by a herald playing a
short "Happy Birthday" fanfare on his trumpet. Mid-wife ants
bring each baby to the Queen for inspection, who COOS a few
words. The midwives put the babies on a moving bassinet-
line, powered by ants on a treadmill.
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