ParaNorman Page #5

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The kids LAUGH uproariously, encouraging Alvin to show

off some more.

ALVIN (CONT’D)

Hey! Hey! Norman!

Alvin points to a fly that has landed on the locker

beside him. He swats it flat with his hand.

ALVIN (CONT’D)

Talk to that.

The kids around Alvin burst into LAUGHTER.

ALVIN (CONT’D)

That is so Alvin!

The bullies strut away, content in the psychological

damage they’ve managed to inflict.

PUG:

Loser!

ALVIN:

That was good, right guys?

Norman mutters as they leave, but not loud enough so as

anyone might hear.

NORMAN:

Flies don’t talk.

Across the hall, Neil continues to watch with sympathy,

but he is already being hurried along by his friend

SALMA, a nerdy Indian kid with braces.

SALMA:

Neil, come on. Let’s go.

14 INT. SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - DAY 14

Amidst stacked bleachers, foam mats and stray dodge

balls, a crudely constructed stage fills one end of the

gymnasium. Mediocre art class scenery represents a

colonial town, complete with plywood hills, chapel and

crescent moon dangling perilously from a basketball hoop.

In a director’s chair far too small for the job is MRS

HENSCHER, an imposing woman with spectacles and beret who

looks like she smells of too-much perfume.

At the front of the stage wearing a pilgrim hat and

carrying a large scroll, is NORMAN. He is surrounded by

kids whose attempts at home made period costume leave a

lot to be desired.

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MRS HENSCHER:

You stink of illiteracy!

(a beat)

Pilgrims? The Mayflower? Don’t any

of you know anything about the

history of this town?

Mrs Henscher tries her best to remain unfazed.

MRS HENSCHER (CONT’D)

Puritans were strict and devout

settlers, who came here to build a

home, a place without sin. What is

it now Salma?

Salma is holding her hand up. She looks like the Wicked

Witch of the West. Even beneath green makeup and plastic

warty nose, it is clear she is not best pleased.

SALMA:

Why is the witch always a hideous

old crone with a pointy hat and a

broomstick? I don’t believe it’s

historically accurate, Mrs

Henscher!

Mrs Henscher’s knuckles clench white around her script.

She attempts an understanding smile, in the same way a

shark might.

MRS HENSCHER:

It’s not supposed to be. It’s

supposed to sell postcards and key

chains.

(claps hands)

So let’s try it again. Top of page

six, Norman.

Norman skips ahead on his scroll.

NORMAN:

The founding fathers of Blithe

Hollow discovered an evil witch

amongst them...

MRS HENSCHER:

No no, Norman, with gusto! Like

this!

Waving her arms theatrically, she bellows Norman’s lines,

milking every syllable for effect.

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