The Son of Bigfoot

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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Do we know where

the light is the brightest?

Do we know how to

clear what the fear is?

Do we know how to

feel when we crave it?

Do we know

what we are?

(DOGS BARKING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BARKING)

(PANTING)

(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)

(DOGS WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(YELPS)

EASTMAN ON MEGAPHONE:

Dr. Harrison, stop.

You can't run forever.

- (FIRING)

- (GASPS)

Do we know where the

light is the brightest

EASTMAN:
There's no escape, Doctor.

You're coming with us.

(GRUNTS)

EASTMAN:
Don't use your dart

gun. We got him cornered.

Do we know what we are

Argh! We were so close...

BABY ADAM:
Daddy.

- Hmm?

- Daddy. (LAUGHS)

(SOBBING)

- (BOY SPITS)

- (GROANS)

(BOYS LAUGHING)

Adam Harrison!

Huh? Oh, yes, sir?

No sleeping in detention.

Use this time for something productive.

(GROANS)

(GROANS) What?

- (GRUNTS)

- (BOYS LAUGHING)

What's going on back there?

That's disgusting!

Adam, what's the problem?

It looks like someone stuck

six packs of gum in my hair.

- I didn't see nothing.

- (BOYS LAUGH)

MR. BLAKESTONE:
Tony,

go to the office.

Not again!

(LAUGHS) Ow!

You're dead, snitch!

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Ow. Ow! (SIGHS)

- (GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)

- (RIPPING)

Holy crap, what's happening to me? (GASPS)

(GRUNTING) Oh!

(KIDS LAUGHING)

(OVERLAPPNG CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Look at his shoes! (LAUGHS)

Huh? What... What?

(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)

Spaz alert.

He used to be in my History class.

That's why I changed classes.

He's got like no friends.

(GRUNTS)

Hey, Adam. Are you okay?

Don't run, I don't bite.

Well, look who it is.

How ya doing, snitch?

Leave me alone.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(GROANING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey there, mop-top, whatcha doin'?

Are you on your way to

the janitor's closet?

'Cause you look like a mop!

- (LAUGHTER)

- Good one!

Seriously, that counts as a good one?

Give me a break!

- (GRUNTS)

- Good one!

- (BOTH LAUGHING)

- That's a good one.

(GRUNTS) Get off me!

What? You gonna rat me out again?

Hard to say. It depends

on the circumstances.

Wrong answer, snitch!

(GRUNTING)

ADAM:
Stop!

(LAUGHS)

Okay, you've had enough.

Here, let me help you.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Look at his shoes! What a freak!

Oh, hey, you forgot your backpack!

Cha-ching! Two points!

(ALL CONTINUE LAUGHING)

Jerks...

(SIGHS)

SHELLY:
It was those boys again wasn't it?

No, I told you. I was playing soccer

with my friends and the

ball hit me in the face.

Oh, yeah? What friends

of yours play soccer?

Uh... The British ones...

My mates. But they call soccer "football."

Oh, do they? And how did this happen?

Soccer can be a dangerous sport.

Adam, quit messing around.

What are we going to do about this?

Either we chop it out, or we chew it out.

I vote chew.

Ugh. I vote chop.

Turn around.

(SIGHS)

You had such nice, long hair.

(CONTINUES SNIPPING)

(GARGLING)

(SPITS)

At least they can't make

fun of my hair anymore.

(ALARM RINGING)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(GASPS) Holy crap!

Adam, You're gonna be late!

I'll be down in a minute!

(WHIMPERING)

(SNIPPING)

Adam...

(SIGHS) That's not gonna work.

SHELLY:
What's taking so long?

Are you all right?

- (TOILET FLUSHING)

- ADAM:
I'm fine!

I guess your meatloaf didn't agree with me.

I thought you loved my meatloaf.

Love is a strong word. I like it.

No, like's too strong.

Hey, I hate your meatloaf.

What?

Listen, my meatloaf is...

Oh, Adam.

- What?

- That hat...

What about it?

That was your father's.

Oh, sorry.

Why are you sorry?

I dunno.

He died. I didn't mean to make you sad.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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