Frankenweenie Page #4

VICTOR:

Did you get that out of the litter

box?

WEIRD GIRL:

It’s an omen.

FLASH CUT:

EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS - DAY [PAST]

WEIRD GIRL (V.O.)

Last month he dreamed about Bob.

She shows BOB, a chubby classmate, a cat-poop ‘B.’

In a STYLIZED, OVERLAPPING SPLIT-SCREEN, we see Bob

walking down a sidewalk, eating an ice-cream cone.

WEIRD GIRL (V.O.)

He fell in a manhole.

Bob suddenly drops out of frame. TILT DOWN to see the

open manhole.

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WEIRD GIRL (V.O.)

He dreamed about Toshiaki the day

he pitched a perfect game.

Weird Girl shows classmate TOSHIAKI a cat-poop ‘T.’

Wearing a baseball cap, Toshiaki stares intently, ready

to make his pitch.

WEIRD GIRL (V.O.)

...and Nassor the day he got

knocked unconscious.

Nassor, an intense boy with sinister eyes, pulls down a

catcher’s mask. A slit of light on his eyes.

Toshiaki throws. The ball hits Nassor square on the

mask, knocking him down.

EXT. SCHOOL / BIKE RACKS - DAY

WEIRD GIRL:

If Mr. Whiskers dreams about you,

it means something big is going to

happen.

She offers him the “V.”

VICTOR:

You can keep it.

The class bell RINGS. Side-stepping around her, Victor

heads in to class.

She holds the cat to her face.

WEIRD GIRL:

One day you’ll dream about me,

won’t you kitty?

Mr. Whiskers offers nothing.

EXT. TOWN - DAY

Victor hops off his bike and goes into the backyard where

Sparky has been waiting for him to come home.

VICTOR:

Hey boy. How you doing?

Suddenly the backyard gate bursts open.

E:

You'll be my partner, right,

Victor?

(MORE)

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E (CONT'D)

Because you have to have a partner

for the science fair and whoever's

your partner is going to win. You

know the most about science. So

pick me as a partner. I have lots

of ideas. We could make a death

ray!

Victor holds up a permission slip, which lists all the

prohibited projects, including explosives, lasers,

nuclear devices and death rays.

VICTOR:

It says no death rays. See?

E:

Ah, man. I still want to do it.

(and yet...)

C'mon. Who else would be your

partner? You don't have friends

and neither do I.

He has a point. Victor gives in.

VICTOR:

I’m sorry Edgar. I just don’t need

a partner. I like to work alone.

INT. DINING ROOM - DAY

Dad is examining the permission slip. Mom is bringing

food in from the kitchen -- they're having fondue.

VICTOR:

Will you sign my permission slip?

MOM:

Dinner’s ready.

DAD:

Victor, have I ever talked to you

about what I do for a living?

VICTOR:

You're a travel agent.

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