The Fright Before Christmas
Episode #30
Transcripted by Dennis Dunjinman
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Prologue
Fade into a scene of a winter
wonderland. Snowflakes fall. There is a happy snowman with a top hat on, a
broom is behind it. A small white bear is seen standing, waving and wearing a
Santa suit. A small cottage is seen in the background with smoke coming from
the chimney.
Scene pans left continuously to
reveal more holiday spirit. A lamppost with a green bow tied around it has two
carolers in front of it, one a woman with a large pink dress and bonnet and the
other a man with a blue suit, both holding books. A white needled conifer with
green ornaments is seen. A wooden fence is in the back. A smiling pink bunny is
seen with a Santa hat and a red and green scarf. Oh, the ultra-jolly humanity.
Zoom out super-fast to reveal that
all that tooth-rotting goodness was a billboard next to a parking lot. A large
building reads “Amity Park Mall” on the sign; it’s decorated with a reef and many
conifers. There are no open parking spaces in the lot.
Cut to a closer look of the Amity
Park Mall entrance, decked in Christmas decoration. A man in a Santa suit is
ringing a bell. A fat red-haired girl in lavender snow-clothes approaches the
mall. Star in her red outfit comes behind her. A mother is bringing her boy
with her. Three more girls that are
Fade to inside the mall. There is a
huge crowd of last-minute shoppers, many going about their business. Pan up to
reveal a larger, farther crowd of purple, and an entire second story flooded
with consumers. The store is decked with decorations, and one store on the left
reads “sale”.
Zoom in. Fade to Danny, Sam and
Tucker walking past a store named, rather conjecturally/self-referentially “The
Sports Store”. Tucker, in the back, is looking with disbelief at Sam, who is
cheery and is waving. Danny is looking rather cross with his hands in his
pockets and his back hunched, looking at the floor.
SAM: Merry Christmas!
As she says this, and angry mother
with red hair and a yellow jacket is holding a small blue box in one hand and
has her son in the other, a boy in red and green with a dopey white hat who is
throwing a tantrum. A miserable man with a bald scalp walks behind them,
carrying a red shopping bag.
SAM: Happy Holidays!
She opens her eyes when she says
this. The trio is now in front of a store named “House of Shoes.” A fairly apathetic
man with a square, black goatee and a green hat wearing a brown coat and cameos
with his hands in his pockets walks past.
Soon, a rabbi-looking man walks past
quickly. Sam turns her head to spread more cheer.
SAM: Happy Hanukah!
Cut to outside a store called “
SAM: Merry Christmas, Mikey.
MIKEY: *You*?!
Close up on Mikey
in a light blue action background.
MIKEY: Are
being cheery?!
Cut to outside
MIKEY: IT’S A TRAP!
Mikey throws his arms up and turns around to run for it. Pan left to show the
mall exit, Mikey runs toward it.
MIKEY: *IT’S
A TRA-A-A-AP*!
Cut to Sam, her hands in her
pockets. Danny and Tucker walk up to her, Danny looking cross
and Tucker in disbelief.
SAM: What’s with him?
Sam’s eyes turn to Danny.
DANNY: What’s with *you*?
Danny’s eyes turn to Tucker, behind
him.
TUCKER: (chin
up and eyes closed) Aw, perk up,
Danny.
Close up on Tucker.
TUCKER: I know you’re in your annual holiday
funk, but this is the one time of year Sam *isn’t* instantly dour.
Cut to outside “House of Shoes” and
“Jewelry”. A typical African-American man walks past in a blue coat. Sam slides
in with both her hands down and pointing forward.
SAM: Have a kickin’
Kwanzaa!
The man stops and looks behind him.
Sam smiles nervously with her eyes wide.
Cut to Danny. Tucker leans in from
the right.
TUCKER: And the one time of the year--
Tucker takes his red beret off and
replaces it with an identical one with a mistletoe hanging from the top of it,
Danny looks up at it.
TUCKER: --I
can bust out the Foley mistletoe beret!
Zoom out. An attractive woman in a
red sweater, red boots and a white skirt is walking past holding a dog kennel.
She stops as Tucker talks.
TUCKER: Hey there, Miss.
Zoom in on the woman, looking with
annoyance. Tucker pops in from the right with the mistletoe on his beret
bouncing.
TUCKER: How about spreading a little Christmas
cheer?
Zoom in on Tucker, who closes his
eyes and puckers up. The red-haired dog in the kennel comes in from the left
and licks Tucker’s lips, suddenly closing an eye and raising his ears, opening
his mouth with a sound of disgust. Pan right to Tucker.
TUCKER: (no
longer puckering) Mmm. (opens his eyes and puts a finger to his chin) You had liver for
lunch.
Apart
from the fact that was relatively disgusting, dog food contains meat
by-products such as liver. By the way, dogs’ mouths are cleaner than humans due
to chemicals in their saliva. Who knew? So it’s not that icky to be kissed by a
dog.
Cut to Danny, standing unattended in
the middle of the mall with a tree on the side and shoppers everywhere. A blond
woman with light-blue clothes and a pink hat runs past with a stack of two
presents, Danny narrowly ducking aside with a grunt showing he is creeped out.
As that happens, a fat, black man with yellow earmuffs and an orange shirt
walks just behind him, Danny moving again to avoid him, uttering another moan.
Zoom in on Danny, looking behind
himself and his arm forward. He steps back suddenly as a woman in light purple
carrying two shopping bags walks past him without even caring what’s in front
of her, Danny moaning again with fright. But just as Danny is able to rest from
this encounter, an older black man with his own stack of presents walks past
behind him, grazing Danny and forcing him forward. He turns toward the
inattentive man with anger, growling. He growls again to turn back facing front.
Suddenly, he clenches his fists, closes his eyes, and crouches over.
Close up on Danny. His upper lip is
vibrating as he growls in irritation. He throws himself back on a light purple
action background, shouting with his arms in the air.
DANNY: *I HATE THE HOLIDAYS*!
Shouting
angrily to the sky, huh? Very euro-goth.
Cut to Tucker and Sam outside the
SAM: I don’t get it! (lifts arms in questioning) How can
anybody hate this time of year?
Close up on Sam, she smiles.
SAM: I don’t even celebrate it and I love
it!
Zoom out. Tucker approaches Sam from
the right. He puts his hand around her neck, Sam’s head hunches over.
TUCKER: That’s right! You don’t know about (close
up) “The Fight”.
Cut to Sam.
SAM: “The Fight”?
Zoom out to show Sam from far away
and a close up of Tucker from behind. Tucker turns around looking sadly, Sam
turns slightly to observe what’s going on.
Cut to a pen of two reindeer with a
line of people nearby. A sign on the pen reads “Live Reindeer” and another sign
hanging in front of two crossed candy canes reads “Meet Santa!”, an arrow pointing to the left.
MADDIE: (offscreen)
Santa Claus is a--
Pan left to show a few children on
the steps of a large red stage where Santa sits on his throne. Two elves are
near watching the feud. Maddie is seen on the left, Jack on the right with a
Santa hat on.
MADDIE: (lifting
her arm) --ho-ho-hoax!
Cut to a light blue action
background. Jack pops up.
JACK: *Heretic*!
Cut to Santa looking rather helpless
and confused on the wooden, green throne with a banner behind him that has a
big “S” on it. Jack and Maddie both lean in, Maddie looking mad with her arms
akimbo, Jack looking down on her.
JACK: Santa’s real as real can be! (turns his head
around) Don’t listen to her, kids.
Cut to four children looking upon
the red stage, Jack walks up with his megaphone, his other arm on his hip in a
fist. A sign reads “Santa’s Workshop”.
JACK: Santa’s coming tonight in his sleigh
full of goodies!
Cut to five generic children on the
floor. They all exchange looks.
Cut to another light blue action
background. Jack pops up diagonally from the left, his arm raised and with his
megaphone.
JACK: Keep the ho-ho-hope alive!
Cut to Santa again. Maddie leans in
to stare at him evilly, Santa looks at her, dazed and confused.
MADDIE: Flying at *that* altitude? In the open? At *that* speed?
Maddie gets out a megaphone and
yells into it, causing Santa’s beard to fly from wind and shut his eyes.
MADDIE: He’d
pass out!
Cut to Maddie with the megaphone.
MADDIE: Or burn to a crisp from friction!
Cut to some children looking upon
this in confusion. Pan right as Maddie speaks past a tree to
Danny, Tucker and Sam, Danny with a huge red bag and his arms akimbo, looking
more cross.
MADDIE: It’s scientifically impossible!
Cut to Tucker and Sam, looking
blankly and blinking twice in unison.
DANNY: (offscreen)
If you need me,--
Pan out to reveal Danny, holding a
bag.
DANNY:
--I’ll be in the Ghost Zone--
Pan down to the bag, it’s a red bag
overflowing from Christmas-themed goodies from the generically named “The
Christmas Store”, including a Santa doll, a reef, and a string of multicolored
lights.
DANNY: --getting
rid of some frustration.
The scene zooms into the bag slowly
as it fades to the Ghost Zone, three purple doors floating up and down. Pan
right to show a white building on a rock island that resembles a city hall, two
stone lions on either side of the staircase. The top of the roof reads “GW”.
Three other purple doors are nearby. Zoom in.
Fade to a large, cylindrical
library. As a man speaks, two books float past in different directions, the
first a blue one with a ghost on the cover, the second a dark purple with a
skull on the spine.
MAN: (offscreen) “Merry Christmas to all,--
Pan down to reveal the floor. A man
with a long, purple coat and black hair is typing on a half-circle with four
keyboards, facing the library door. As the paper in front of him sprouts out,
two more books fly past in unison, a magenta one and a blue one.
MAN: --and
to all a good--
Cut to a close up of the paper. On
it reads “mas” “all” and the paper sprouts to reveal the word “fright”. The
typewriter dings.
MAN: --fright.”
Cut to the man’s green eyes looking
over the paper, hidden behind his glasses and in between his two pale, pointed
ears.
MAN: Ooh, (lowers eyebrows) oh that’s good.
Cut to the man, ripping the page off
the keyboard and turning around in joy, holding the page proudly in the air.
MAN: And it’s *done*!
He holds the page in both his hands
and skims over it.
MAN: My
first Christmas poem (lowers eyebrows)
ever. (hugs the
page to his chest) *Complete*!
Cut to a red and purple book on the
table. There is a stack of pages on one side, and the other side is lying
disconnected next to it. The man’s arms carefully place the page on the second
book cover.
By
the way, while the text on said page is legible, the low-definition TurboNick disallows Dennis to read it. If you wish to read
the text for her, please add here what it says. Thanks.
Skyechan the editor here. The aforementioned text
reads…as complete nonsense:
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END”
…Or
something to the extent of that nonsense. I’ve most likely gotten several of
the letters wrong since even in my version it’s also hard to read, but you get
the picture. It’s just gibberish, nothing more.
The book with all the pages
magically floats to close on the last page, reading The Fright Before Christmas on the cover in purple letters, with
some green decoration below it. Three ghostly pink bands of energy bind the
book.
Cut to the man, lifting the book
with the cover out and hugging it, with joy and accomplishment.
Cut to the realms of the Ghost Zone.
Four purple doors are on screen. A small Santa doll floats into the scene.
DANNY: (offscreen)
You better watch out!
An ecto-blast suddenly fries the
doll and blasts it to tiny clouds of green dust.
Cut to Danny Phantom with his big
red shopping bag of Christmas goodies, looking angry at it.
DANNY: You better not cry!
He takes another toy out of the bag,
tossing it offscreen.
Cut to the purple glass ornament,
floating up among the four doors. Another ecto-blast shatters it to small,
purple shards.
Cut to Danny. He lets go of his bag
letting it float next to him.
DANNY: (leaning
to the right with his hands flat and down) Santa! (turns in the same pose to the left) No
Santa!
Danny turns to the right once more,
this time his hands are still flat and vertical but higher and one of his eyes
is half-closed.
DANNY: Santa!
(turns to the
left once more and stares off, looking confused) No Santa!
Cut to a farther shot of Danny. He
lunges to grab the bag of goodies with both hands.
DANNY: *Every year*!
He tosses the bag up, panning right
as a stream of Christmas-themed goodies fly out, including stockings,
ornaments, wires of lights, gingerbread, the works.
Cut to Danny, his eyes closed, his
arms raised behind him blazing with ectoplasmic energy.
DANNY: *And I’ve had it*!
He spins around and shoots several
shots of ecto-blasts, panning right and blazing offscreen.
Cut to a reef, a gingerbread cookie,
and a tin soldier floating into place. They all get blasted to bits in
succession by three blasts. Pan right. A toy reindeer, a candy cane and a large
fruit cake that says “Fruit Cake” on the label float in place. They also get
blasted to bits with three more green plasma rays.
Aw,
Danny, you could’ve eaten that candy! The sugar would help. Plus, there’s a
fruit cake we’re sure a certain Fruit Loop would enjoy. Why blast it to bits?
It’s a waste of toys.
Cut to outside the white building, a
stone lion staring intently with red eyes as a tiny elf doll floating toward
it. Pan right to the entrance.
The man comes out of the door with
his eyes closed and smiling, his book being held high in triumph. Pan left as
he walks forward and toward the camera. Suddenly, the elf doll floats and lands
on it. A stray ecto-blast blows the doll to bits and tears the book to tiny
paper shreds. The man looks in shock at his empty hands as paper rains down on
him.
Cut to an aerial shot of the man.
Paper rains down on him, he looks down, stunned.
DANNY: (offscreen)
*Oops*!
He floats up and is seen from
behind. The man looks up at him angrily.
DANNY: Sorry,
man!
Cut to Danny, floating, looking
down.
DANNY: It was a (lifts his hands with regret) total accident!
Watch
where you’re aiming those things, Danny! You could hurt somebody. Not that you
care, really. At least the Ghostwriter wasn’t injured.
Cut to a small pile of paper shreds,
a ghostly blue steam smoking from it. The man’s hand thrusts into the pile and
holds a handful of the shreds
MAN: “Oops”?
Cut to the man. He lifts his fist of
shreds as paper rains down; he looks at the fist with fury.
MAN: “*Oops*”?!
Cut to a close up. The man looks up.
MAN: Do you
know have any idea what you’ve done?!
Cut to Danny, leaning straight with
his hands at his sides. He is floating among the purple doors.
DANNY: Well, not really, uh, (lifts his left arm and points to the right,
then the left) hence the “accident” part.
Cut to the man, his hands up and
shaking with rage, paper raining down.
MAN: You destroyed my greatest work!
Close up on the man.
MAN: And that was my only copy!
Most
DPOF writers would feel the same way, only with them it’s the Ghosts of Bad
Computer Functioning causing their hard drive/storage space to crash and lose
their files. Danny now is in the role of “Ghost of Bad Bookkeeping”, because he
burned it.
Zoom out. The man blinks as a
non-blasted page falls in front of him, he looks at it
until Danny’s white-gloved hand grabs it from offscreen.
Cut to Danny, the page in his hand.
He reads it.
DANNY: “The Fright Before
Christmas”? (looks
up) I destroyed a Christmas poem? (his head pops up with delight) *AWESOME*!
Cut to a purple action background. A
close up of the man’s face is seen.
MAN: *WHAT*?!
Cut to a side view of the man just
next to the steps. A lion statue is in the background, the whole building has a
purple aura. Danny floats up to the man, pointing a finger and holding the page
in a bundle in the other.
DANNY: Dude, I am *sick* of Christmas!
Danny’s pointed finger turns into a
fist with his thumb pointing at himself.
DANNY: I came to the Ghost Zone to get away
from it!
Cut to Danny among the Ghost Zone
doors, pointing at himself with his thumb, bent over.
DANNY: I might not have meant to destroy (straightens up a bit and holds up the page
bundle) your stupid book,--
He points with his free hand, then
straightens up and smiles while his hand glows green with energy, crumbling the
last page to shreds.
DANNY: --but
that doesn’t mean I’m not okay with it.
The paper shreds fall out as Danny
opens his hand.
Close up on the man.
MAN: Scornful child!
Zoom out, the man raises his hand
erect and points a finger.
MAN: Scrooge-like
urchin!
Cut to an aerial shot of the
building. Danny is floating, seen from behind and looking down upon the man.
The man himself crouches down and jumps up, the scene panning to the roof of
the building as the man stands with a thicker, white aura, his hands out, his
chin up, eyes closed, scarf blowing.
Cut to the face of the man. He opens
his closed eyes, they blaze a solid red.
Cut to a full shot of the man near
the orange rotunda part of the roof. His white aura vanishes as he spins around
in a purple whirlwind, many beams of white light emanate from it.
Cut to a close aerial shot Danny’s
face, he is looking up, his hair being blown back.
DANNY: Aaaand, (zoom out to reveal all of Danny) you
are…?
Cut back to the purple whirlwind
with the beams of light. It begins to explode with stray bits of purple energy.
The storm clears to reveal a donut-shaped cloud of pink-purple smoke around the
man, who is spinning with his hands outstretched. As he spins, the donut of
smoke turns into a circular keyboard with eight sections of keys and eight
separate screens. When the formation of the keyboard is complete, he stops
spinning but his scarf still blows.
Cut to the face of the man.
GHOSTWRITER: (zooming
out and rotating the shot) The
Ghostwriter!
Cut to the Ghostwriter’s keyboard.
It is see-through, but all the keys are purple and marked with white letters.
His flat palm hovers across the keyboard.
GHOSTWRITER: Every word I type on this keyboard (scene pans right as he motions it, off of
the letters and onto the number pad) becomes real!
Cut to the Ghostwriter, his face
seen from behind in the foreground, Danny floating from a distance, looking on
with sudden worry.
GHOSTWRITER: And since you destroyed my Christmas
poem…
Cut to the Ghostwriter in a
light-blue action background, smiling with revenge and his scarf blowing.
GHOSTWRITER: You shall become (zoom in on his face) my *new* Christmas poem!
Cut to the Ghostwriter in the center
of his keyboard. His arms lean forward on the board with no screen in front.
The keyboard glows with energy. Pan down-left where a beam of surging pink
ecto-energy reaches Danny. He cries out in pain as his body turns purple with
the thick aura of ghostly energy, his hair frazzled. Suddenly, his body has
pink energy flowing down it in small ripples, the aura of excess energy
becoming transparent; his pink silhouette fades away and disappears.
Cut to the Ghostwriter, he beings to
type swiftly on one keyboard, then turns to face back typing on a couple more,
then moves back to a keyboard in the front, facing the right, laughing
manically the whole time but his mouth doesn’t move.
Cut to the Ghost Zone. A ring of
pink ghostly energy expands out of nowhere, and with a flash of light a new
red-and-green book with a pink aura emerges, The Fright Before
Christmas 2.
GHOSTWRITER: (offscreen)
On the day before Christmas (zoom in on the book) in
Fade in to the mall again. Danny
Fenton, Tucker and Sam are present. Sam is smiling with her eyes closed, Tucker
is also smiling as well, and Danny has his hands in
his coat pockets looking rather miserable.
GHOSTWRITER: Almost all there were cheery,--
Danny looks up, his eyes looking
above and behind him.
GHOSTWRITER:
--yet one soul--
Danny’s eyes roll the other way,
facing above and to the front.
GHOSTWRITER:
--was dark.
Danny’s eyes go back in the center.
Tucker and Sam walk off.
DANNY: Hey, that voice! (looks up) It’s that ghost! (puts his head back
down) Whose book I destroyed!
Cut to Danny.
DANNY: Wait,--
Zoom out, Danny looks down, his
hands are out at his sides, he is within a red frame decorated by green leaves
and purple skulls. The text below reads “On the day before Christmas in
DANNY: --I’m
trapped in his poem?
Close up on Danny, he looks straight
and annoyed.
DANNY: Now I’m really annoyed!
The screen fades to black.
OPENING THEME HERE
(Possible cut to commercial)
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PART ONE
Title Screen is shown. Depicted is the Ghostwriter,
eyes red and with an evil grin on his face, dressed in a Santa outfit carrying
a sack of evil toys such as dolls and nutcrackers. Buried within the menacing
toys is a distressed Danny Phantom attempting to escape from their clutches. The
caption in the bottom left reads, "HO-HO-HORROR!"
Fade in. We see the Ghostwriter’s
building, and the Ghostwriter himself is seen near it typing on his circular
keyboard, one screen is missing to show that he is present. Zoom in.
Fade to the Ghostwriter. He is
looking down at his hands as they type back and forth on the keyboard, the
screen in the foreground. His scarf is blowing.
GHOSTWRITER: Danny Fenton hates Christmas.
Cut to a drawing of Danny within a
book, depicting a rosy-cheeked interpretation of an irate Danny, with a
cheerful Tucker on the right and a cheerful Sam on the left. The scene is
rimmed with red-and-white, with purple skulls and green mistletoe leaves on the
corners. Text appears as the Ghostwriter speaks, the
capital “H” within a red square.
GHOSTWRITER: He hates it a lot.
Zoom in on the image; it morphs into
live-action. Danny, Tucker and Sam are walking past unmarked stores.
GHOSTWRITER: Which is why I I’ve inserted the boy
in this plot. He’ll go--
Danny stops and looks up in
surprise, his arms out of his pockets now.
GHOSTWRITER: --through this tale--
Pan up to show the windowed ceiling
of the mall, a form of the Ghostwriter’s face and flattened palms are looking
down upon it.
GHOSTWRITER:
--till the story is ended.
Ghostwriter dissipates into a plume
of purple smoke. Cut to the floor of the mall, Tucker and Sam are walking
without a care, Danny walks onscreen pointing a finger
at the ceiling.
DANNY: But you can’t *make* me rhyme!
A man in a green coat walks to Sam’s
left, Sam turns and waves to him. Danny looks to Sam with his index finger out.
SAM: Hope your New Year is (turns to the right waving as the man walks offscreen)
splendid!
Dennis
Dunjinman’s good at transcripts,
She
types a whole lot,
Which is why she’s volunteered
To jot down this plot.
She’ll
go through this transcript
Till
the story is finished,
But
she cannot tarry,
Her
time is diminished!
Note
to reader: Don’t expect too many rhymes;
Dennis
has an inability to write in poetry.
But
there might still be a few in the comments,
If
she finds inspiration, you’ll get lucky.
(Hey,
that rhymes! It’s not great, but it works).
Cut to an angry-looking Danny. He slaps
himself in the face with all five of his fingers open, and peels it off,
stretching his eyes and cheeks. He looks up as Ghostwriter starts talking.
GHOSTWRITER: (voiceover) You will be
quite surprised--
Cut to an aerial shot of the mall,
Danny is far behind Tucker and Sam on the first floor. Many other shoppers crowd around, a store is visible labeled “Pottery
Shed”, and a tree is also visible. Two women are on the second floor, the plump
woman in purple looking down upon the mall and the one in bright turquoise
walking off. The shoppers go about their business.
GHOSTWRITER: --what I can and can’t do.
Cut to Danny, walking while his head
looks up and in the opposite direction, irked at Ghostwriter. In the store
window is a mirror and a model with a necklace on it.
GHOSTWRITER: But I’ll leave you--
Ghostwriter’s face appears in the
mirror in a purple haze with a thick aura, Danny turns
to look in it.
GHOSTWRITER: --your freedom,--
Danny turns to face the mirror
directly, staring into it.
GHOSTWRITER:
--so I can teach you:
Cut to a closer shot of Ghostwriter
in the mirror.
GHOSTWRITER: When you lash out at others, (face leans forward in the mirror) there’s
enmity earned.
Cut to Danny. Background shoppers
are going about their business.
GHOSTWRITER: You’re *stuck* in this poem--
Danny raises his eyebrow. Cut to
Danny looking at the mirror, Ghostwriter’s face is still in it.
GHOSTWRITER:
--till your lesson is learned.
Danny starts to look with regret as
the mirror gets clouded with purple and swirls. Soon, it resumes to be a normal mirror, reflecting Danny’s face.
Cut to the mirror. Danny’s
reflection sighs. The reflections’ eyes turn left when he hears someone.
TUCKER: (offscreen) Who’re you talking to, Danny?
Cut to the mall, Sam and Tucker walk
up.
GHOSTWRITER: (voiceover) Said Tucker, confused.
Cut to Danny, with Sam and Tucker in
the foreground.
DANNY: Some annoying
Ghostwriter.
Danny points his thumb behind his
shoulder.
Zoom out to show the whole hallway
of shoppers Danny is standing in front of Jewelry, next to Pottery Shed. He
opens his arms to show scope.
DANNY: We’re all being used!
Cut to Danny, his arms still out.
DANNY: I blew up his story--
Danny puts down his arms and looks
up angrily.
GHOSTWRITER: No hint of remorse.
Cut to the trio. Sam and Tucker are
off on the left looking at Danny in disbelief with their hands in their coat
pockets, Danny is hunched over with his arms at his sides, hands out.
DANNY: --now he’s writing a new one,--
Danny leans forward and raises his
arms out, Tucker and Sam lean backwards away from Danny.
DANNY: --we’re
trapped in (lowers his arms, they are
still out) by force!
Is
this a fourth-wall breakage? ‘Cause usually characters in stories are not
conscious of being in the story. What if you fan authors out there wrote a
story where you conversed with Danny regularly, and I don’t mean in OC form.
Ah,
no real breakage here actually. Ghostwriter let Danny keep his freedom,
remember? So Ghostwriter wants Danny to be aware of it.
Cut to Tucker and Sam, blinking
their eyes in doubt.
GHOSTWRITER: (voiceover)
But Tucker and Sam merely shrugged in confusion,--
Tucker and Sam exchange looks.
GHOSTWRITER:
--completely convinced of my--
Sam takes her left arm out of her
pocket and points it to her head, twirling it in a gesture of Danny being crazy.
GHOSTWRITER:
--ghostly illusion.
Cut to Danny. He lowers his eyebrows
in frustration. Then he turns around
and walks off.
Cut to Danny walking to the right
and toward the camera, Tucker and Sam closely follow behind.
SAM: Has he always been moody--
The scene starts panning right as
Danny, Tucker and Sam get closer.
SAM: --and
glum in December?
Cut to Tucker and Sam.
TUCKER: A big, *whiny* Scrooge,--
Zoom in on Tucker.
TUCKER: --long
as I can remember.
Tucker,
Sam, that’s the Ember rhyme. I guess it was appropriate because the holidays
are in December, but still, it’s Ember.
Fade into a flashback. It’s a lot of
Christmas trees, with a large white banner that reads “Christmas Trees” in red
letters, Christmas in underlined and there’s a tree shape in between. The
banner is held up but red and white striped poles. A fat man in red and his son
in dark green are standing on the lot. Pan right to show two other families,
one a mother with two children, all in red, and the Fentons, Jack in a Santa
hat, Maddie with a ponytail, Jazz as a child in a red coat and Danny a baby in
a child seat.
TUCKER: (voiceover)
His very first Christmas,--
Zoom in on the Fentons,
close up on Danny, a bright, blue-eyed baby with a tuft of black hair in green,
sucking on a yellow pacifier.
TUCKER: --when
he was a baby, a bad first impression.
Zoom out to reveal a serious Jack
Fenton, with long black hair oh noes, a mullet, and
a Santa hat, holding up a green poster with the face of Santa on it. A
two-year-old Jasmine in a red jacket is off at his side, staring at her father
blankly, she might as well hide.
Hmm…
does that last paragraph rhyme?
The
TFBC curse might be upon me.
But
how could that happen,
How
could that be?
A
girl with little to no
Poetry
in her heart,
Whose
all brains and sci-fi,
Got a rhyming kick-start.
Cut to Maddie in her blue jumpsuit,
with long hair tied back fine, her face obscured by an identical poster, this
one with the red “Not” sign.
That
rhymed as well,
Though
it was rather strained,
Dennis
should probably stop
Herself,
she shouldn’t feign
It’s
not good for Dennis,
Taking
this forced route,
I
guess we’ll wait and see,
How
this’ll turn out.
Maddie lowers her sign so we can see
her face.
TUCKER: No “if”, “but”, or “maybe”.
Cut to a grove of conifers seen from
the ground, a starry black sky is seen, calm and without a sound.
Jack and Maddie come onscreen, Jack
from the left, Maddie on the right, Maddie holding her poster in one hand,
Jack’s fist clenched tight.
TUCKER: His parents debated--
Pan down to show their legs, a
fair-haired dog walks between them, with his red collar and antlers, his
red-and-green sweater with gold gems.
TUCKER: --on
Santa’s existence,--
Cut to Baby Danny in the cradle, his
arms reaching high, waving up and down as the dog comes in from the right.
Danny looks to the dog as it sniffs him.
TUCKER: --forgetting their son might have need
of assistance.
Cut to the dog and Danny lying,
concerned, the dog walks over raising his leg, that’s completely absurd!
TUCKER: Caught up in their rift--
Cut to Danny, looking as the shadow
of the dog’s leg falls upon him.
TUCKER: --on
that jolly old fellow,
Danny blinks. Cut to Jack and Maddie
looking mad at each other, they look up in shock, such an inattentive father
and mother!
TUCKER: They didn’t see Danny’s White
Christmas turn yellow.
Offscreen, a sloshing is heard and a
baby is wailing. As parents, Jack and Maddie sure are failing.
Fade to a second flashback. It’s a
clear, starry night with a crescent moon, and a concentrated beam of green
light is penetrating the darkness.
TUCKER: And the one four years later--
(Pan down to reveal FentonWorks,
glowing like a bright green bug zapper. Above the OPS center is a runway with
lights, a decorative tree with a snowman and candy cane, with a bright, green
arrow reading “This way Santa”, all shrouded with lights of red and white.
TUCKER: --was clearly no winner.
Cut to the kitchen. Silhoettes of Jack and Maddie are arguing, Jack with a hat
on and Maddie with her hand pointing, her hood up. On the door is a reef, and
nearby a small snowman full of candy stands on the counter.
TUCKER: Still arguing Santa--
Pan left to the table. Danny and
Jasmine are sitting in place, four-year old Danny with a white shirt with a red
rocket on it and overalls, Jasmine with a blue bow in her hair and a black
sweater. Jasmine looks nervously as the microwave with the “Toxic” sign on it
starts shaking and emitting puffs of smoke.
TUCKER: --they spoiled Christmas dinner.
Cut to a closer shot of the
microwave, it jolts and steams.
TUCKER: By “spoiled”--
Suddenly, a turkey that’s foaming at
the mouth with sharp teeth flies out of the microwave. I guess Fenton gadgets
aren’t always as they seem. Pan right as the turkey flies that way, the
background a green, action background.
TUCKER: --I
should say “brought the turkey to life”!
Cut to Danny and Jasmine at the
table, three glasses are on it and there’s a plate with a tree on it in front
of Jasmine with a black spoon on a placemat. Both of them look up in shock and
fear, the turkey lands on its bones in the foreground, oh dear! The turkey’s
legs extend to be bow-legged.
Cut to a front view of the turkey,
foaming at the mouth with sharp teeth. It picks up a fork and knife in its
wings, its tongue flailing out.
TUCKER: Serving blood and revenge
The turkey spins the fork and knife
like batons.
TUCKER: --with
a fork--
The turkey stops, holding the knife
up and the fork across his chest.
TUCKER: --and
a knife.
It sways to the left in a bad dance,
growling while taking it’s fork-and-knife stance. Then
it faces right once more with the utensils crossed, groaning and foaming at the
mouth.
Wow.
Now I question why Jasmine doesn’t have Danny’s anti-holiday problem. After
all, who wants to be attacked by a once-dead zombie turkey that your
mad-scientist parents made? Come to think of it, shouldn’t Jack and Maddie watch
that?
The turkey raises both utensils and
smiles wide, I’m sure his stomach will be full with two children inside.
Suddenly, from the left he gets whacked with a broom.
Cut to the floor, with the table and
placemat in the room. Pan right as the turkey flies and lands
on the wall, falling to the floor near a blue chair with a SPLAT!, wings and
all. Then it explodes in a mushroom cloud, how crazy! This is what
happens when your folks are lazy. The explosion dissipates with a plume of smoke, that poor undead turkey is finally and will stay croaked.
Cut to six-year-old Jasmine, looking
down at the mess, she lifts up a broom, a warrior princess! She spins it around
on the left, then the right, stopping it in a stance with her palm flat and
grip tight.
Cut to four-year-old Danny in a
purple action scene, he looks shocked as the shot rotates, that image was
obscene!
Fade to the present, Danny miserable
in the mall, with people in the background, shopping and all. He turns around
as his mom speaks offscreen, preaching on how Santa is imaginary, unseen.
MADDIE: I’ve said it before,--
Pan right to Jack and Maddie on
either side of Santa, Maddie with a megaphone. Kids crowd around, three elves they all want
to groan. Two signs are around, “Meet Santa” in red. “Santa’s
workshop” in green.
MADDIE: --and I’ll say it again!
Cut to Maddie, talking through her
bullhorn, seen under the armpit of Jack in the foreground.
MADDIE: “A sled cannot travel the globe (raises a hand) at mach 10!”
Cut to Jack’s angry face as the
Ghostwriter speaks.
GHOSTWRITER: (VOICEOVER)
But Jack Fenton bellowed--
Pan out as Jack shells out a
megaphone of his own.
JACK: You’re wrong! Wrong,--
Cut to some reindeer in a pen, they
look around at the man irking them.
JACK: --you
hear!
Cut to an aerial shot of the
reindeer pen, the wood fence has a sign with “Live Reindeer”. Some people are
around viewing the deer go a stir. They kick up a storm, peaceful they once
were.
GHOSTWRITER: And never once thought he’d be
spooking the deer.
Pan up to reveal a large inflatable
Santa, arms up and all jolly, there’s Christmas trees in the back, I bet those
aren’t holly.
GHOSTWRITER:
And just because this would annoy him the most--
Cut to the face of the Santa, it
suddenly morphs, into the Santa-type Ghostwriter, this
is going to get worse.
GHOSTWRITER: I decided to make every--
Cut to the full pen, the Ghostwriter
Santa standing, green energy from his hands fall unto the reindeer, that’s
where it’s landing.
GHOSTWRITER:
--reindeer a ghost!
Cut to a part of the mall. Four
reindeer are suddenly lifted from the ground, glowing with green auras. Pan right to show three more reindeer.
Cut to a young child in his
yellow-and-red cap, both of his ears are covered by flaps. He looks up and
points at the wonderful sight, shouting “Yay!”, the
reindeer flying at a height. And there’s two people’s legs
in the background.
Cut to a part of the mall. Near a
magenta tree and a bunch of shoppers, three reindeer are seen suspended and
glowing. They flash with black and white light, their skeletons visible. Then,
after the flash, they turn into ghostly green reindeer, with spiky collars,
fangs, and wide, red eyes. Pan right to reveal three more.
Cut to one reindeer, his teeth
clenched, he turns to the right roaring, his tongue out and flapping.
Cut back to the child, the background
turns light blue, who lifts up both arms and screams
in terror, the Fright Knight would like this too.
Cut to Danny, Sam and Tucker in an
aerial shot, Danny in front looking up on the terror that was brought. Other
shoppers are rushing past as well.
Cut to a blue action background, a
reindeer runs.
GHOSTWRITER: On Spooky,
Scene pans out so a smaller version
of the scene is up top with a burgundy action scene.
GHOSTWRITER: On Specter,--
A third band from up top divides the
scene into thirds, the top is blue like the bottom
one.
GHOSTWRITER: --On Death Hoof,--
The scene divides into fourths as a
fourth action band in burgundy pans in from the top.
GHOSTWRITER: --On Thrasher!
Cut to a purple action background. A
ghostly reindeer with legs in the air is seen. It shifts to the upper left
corner.
GHOSTWRITER: On Maimer,--
Cut to a blue action background
showing the head of a growling reindeer, steam coming from the nostrils It goes to the upper-right next to the other one.
GHOSTWRITER: --And Vicious,--
Cut to a blue background image of a
Cyclops reindeer’s antlers, which goes to the lower-left.
GHOSTWRITER: Blood Antlers,--
Cut to a purple background image of
a bucking reindeer. It goes to the remaining lower right corner.
GHOSTWRITER: --And Slasher!
Cut to a red action background.
Danny pops into the scene.
DANNY: I’m going ghost!
Cut to a large tree in the mall.
Danny runs behind it.
GHOSTWRITER: Came his
signature cry.
Two rings of blue light appear
behind the tree.
GHOSTWRITER:
And into the fray--
Pan right until the scene becomes a
purple action background, Danny Phantom flies through the air with two fists
extended and his tail in the back.
GHOSTWRITER:
--Danny Phantom did fly.
Cut to a high bird-eye view of the
mall, a booth names “Tree Lites” is on the ground
near two escalators, and a circle of sofas around a tree. Some of the shoppers
seen are
GHOSTWRITER: Confronting the reindeer with--
Cut to a dark purple action
background, four reindeer are seen running.
GHOSTWRITER: --powers quite ghostly.
Pan left to see Danny flying in hot
pursuit, one arm out, one arm bent, alternating arms a few times to blast those
reindeer that certainly aren’t any cute.
GHOSTWRITER:
Protecting the last minute shoppers--
Cut outside a wood log store named
“Stinky Cheese Chalet”, with the S and C’s in cheese. In the window are lights
and a cheese marked “
GHOSTWRITER: --well, mostly.
Oh
cheese logs, Daniel! Lancer was going to give that gift to a friend who’s
Christmas needed brightening, his own. Yes, I know that joke was stupid, but
this scene totally called for it. I can’t believe they called it “Stinky Cheese
Chalet”. Why not pungent or odoriferous?
Lancer blinks, his arms still in
place of where the cheese log once was, now it’s all on his face. Danny Phantom
rushes past, and Lancer’s eyes turn to watch, Dennis hopes this rhyme was one
not botched.
Cut to outside Pottery Shed where a
pretty trimmed tree is up, until reindeer get ahead. The reindeer rush past it,
not even knocking it down, Danny stops in behind the tree, grabbing a string of
lights, the tree comes crashing down.
This
is clearly your fault, Danny.
Why
cause more destruction?
The
reindeer just went on,
You’re
the villain of this production.
Cut to Danny, swirling the lasso of
lights, he tosses it over, scene panning to the right.
Cut to a purple action background,
one reindeer onscreen, it’s drooling at the mouth, until it gets choked with
the rope from offscreen. It opens it mouth and shows its tongue, then closes
its mouth growling and flying offscreen, the onslaught has just begun.
Cut to Danny, smiling and holding
the string, but he gets swept off his feet, swooping past, yelling out “Wha-ee!” Cut to an aerial shot of the mall, the reindeer pull
up with Danny Phantom in tow.
Cut to three carolers, like the ones
on the sign, with the addition of a small boy ringing a bell, they all sing
beautifully in time. Suddenly, the reindeer plow into them and shove them aside, Danny Phantom is being dragged by the rope, the
carolers land on their behinds.
Cut to a cart called “Gift Wrap”,
with a girl standing near, and a tree of pink is there, two boys are also here.
The reindeer plunge into the stand and it’s raining wood shreds, and everyone
is gone, smoke billows among the debris and threads.
Cut to the pile as streamers float
down, Danny pops up displacing some spools, a big red bow as a crown. Cut to
the ceiling, the ghostly reindeer phase through.
GHOSTWRITER: And the reindeer escaped--
Cut to the mall, with fallen
shoppers, and debris, the scene pans up to show the how the assault on the people
has been. Trees are down, candy canes snapped, water spilled, gifts no longer
wrapped.
GHOSTWRITER:
--having torn up the mall.
Cut to a miserable Danny Phantom in
the debris with the bow still up top.
GHOSTWRITER: Leaving Danny, yes Danny,--
Cut to angry protesting shoppers in
a line, panning right, their numbers are three less than nine. The first one in red, with white gloves by the mouth, the second
one in a green jacket, waving a fist all about. The
third one a bald old man with a blue jacket, the fourth a teen in glasses, with
black hair and a backpack. The fifth a brunette woman,
pretty in her purple suit, the last a red-head in a yellow sweater, blue-eyed
with a curvy snoot.
GHOSTWRITER:
--the blame for it all.
Cut to Danny all scuffed up and still
in the pile, as things get tossed at him, he stands still all the while. Things
like a plastic cup, or a cookie and a hot dog, along with an apple as well,
don’t waste food, y’all!
GHOSTWRITER: But Danny’s grim yuletide--
Fade in to the FentonWorks living
room, Danny and Jasmine on the sofa, Jasmine happy, Danny with arms crossed in
gloom. Maddie stands near the tree trimmed quite well, and the fireplace is
covered in decoration, do tell.
GHOSTWRITER: --was only beginning. And later that
night,--
Cut to Danny and Jasmine on the
sofa, both have presents on their lap. Jasmine picks up and shakes her box to
her ear, Danny’s eyes his sister, he’s still mad, I fear.
GHOSTWRITER:
--as his patience was thinning--
Cut to the fireplace. Maddie is looking
down at it, Jack Fenton in his hat appears, clouds of ash begin to sift.
JACK: See?
Cut to Jack.
JACK: A fat
man *can* fit down the chimney!
Jack turns his head.
JACK: Here’s
proof!
You
actually squeezed yourself through that narrow opening? How do you plan on
getting out? With grease, or a pry bar?
Cut to Maddie, standing tall with
her arms on her hips, and the Fight still goes on, from the words on her lips.
MADDIE: That still won’t explain how he gets
on (leans forward and points her thumb
over her shoulder) the roof!
Cut to Jack’s face on the side,
Maddie leans in, with Danny on the couch just watching all surly, this story’ll be quite a ride.
GHOSTWRITER: And young Fenton sat there, just
steaming and fuming,--
Cut to the window, Danny walks up
and puts his arms on the pane, with his cheeks in his hands, he’s clearly in
pain. There’s a snowman outside with a broom, pipe and hat. Who put that there?
Let’s knock it down with a bat!
GHOSTWRITER:
--his blood pressure rising,--
Cut to the snowman.
GHOSTWRITER:
--his anger (the snowman’s face morphs
into one like the Ghostwriter’s) consuming.
Cut to Danny looking through the
window, his eyebrows lower. Cut to Danny in the frosted window, his attitude
sour.
DANNY: I
won’t keep this up!
Cut to the Ghostwriter snowman.
GHOSTWRITER:
Danny said to the writer.
Cut to Danny looking out the window,
his hands on the pane. He sits down and crosses his arms, turns and smiles,
like it’s a game.
DANNY: There’s no poem if I’m silent!
Cut to Jack and Maddie squabbling,
Maddie’s arms up, Jack with the red hat. Jasmine pops in onscreen,
extending her arm out like that.
JASMINE: Can’t you make dad not fight her?
Cut to Danny in a turquoise action
scene, his arms up, fingers tense, he yells out in anger, feeling mean.
Cut to the frosted window. The
Ghostwriter snowman looks through the glass.
GHOSTWRITER: You think this is over?
Zoom out and rotate so Danny is
seen, his eyes look up to the window, what an unlucky teen!
GHOSTWRITER: It’s barely begun!
Cut to Ghostwriter from behind,
Danny looking to him. Danny turns to look at the writer, his countenance is
grim.
GHOSTWRITER: This all doesn’t end till the lesson
is done!
“What
lesson?” I ask,
Not
much is occurring.
You’ve
made Danny mad,
And
destroyed a mall during
This
poem of yours
That
you wished to type.
Danny’s
not learning anything,
He’s
there to sit and gripe.
He
made Danny his puppet,
Our
poor Ghost Boy,
His
plan may seem clever,
But
it’s certainly not Tolstoy.
What
is the lesson
That
needs to be learned?
“Don’t
mess with Ghostwriter
Or
you’ll surely be burned”?
Danny turns to face the snowman.
DANNY: And you think that I’ll learn it?
Cut to Danny’s face in grey.
DANNY: You think you’re that tough?
Cut to Jack in a scene of grey, holding
up high a green poster with Santa’s jolly face, the time of quarrel is nigh.
JACK: He exists!
Cut to another grey scene, Maddie
comes up with an identical picture of Santa, with the anti-sign on it.
MADDIE: No he doesn’t!
Cut to the Ghostwriter snowman with
the pipe in his mouth.
GHOSTWRITER: And Dan screamed--
Cut to a shot of turquoise, Danny
yells to the sky, jumping up with his fists up high.
DANNY: *ENOUGH*!
Did
Ghostwriter just call Danny “Dan”?
Probably
helps the rhythm, my good man.
Though
this Dan isn’t Phantom, evil he may be,
You
think he’ll do it again? Let’s wait and see.
Cut to the Ghostwriter snowman once
more, the snowman morphs back to normal, looking evil at the core.
Cut to Danny in between his parents,
Maddie on left, Jack on right, both pausing to listen, there is no more fight.
DANNY: I’m *sick* of your fighting!
Danny tenses up and turns to Jack’s
side.
DANNY: Can
you please let this *die*?!
Cut to Jack, looking sorrowful.
DANNY: You’ve ruined each Christmas!
Pan right to show Maddie.
DANNY: Each
Christmas and I--
Cut to the whole living room, Danny
mad in the center, with his parents looking on him, Jasmine on the couch, not
bothering to enter.
The scene pans right as he turns and
walks to the door.
DANNY: --can’t
take anymore of this war,--
Danny swings open the door, turns his head back to his parents.
DANNY: --am
I clear?
Cut to Danny walking out the door,
his head turned back.
DANNY: Fourteen years (turns the whole way to the house) is enough!
Danny reaches offscreen for the
doorknob.
DANNY: I am
*so* out of here!
Danny slams the door.
To
Danny’s thinking, Dennis can relate
Whenever
her dad and sister get in a debate,
She
bolts out the door at a quick running rate,
To
avoid being brought in before it’s too late.
Since
Dennis isn’t a part of the problem,
Why
force her into it?
She
won’t reinforce your side,
Support
yourself in this bit.
Cut to Jack and Maddie, the two are
confused.
MADDIE: Hm, what got into him?
JACK: (smug) He takes after his mother.
Maddie turns to Jack, insulted.
Cut to Jasmine looking regretful
through the frosted glass window.
JASMINE: Can’t blame you--
Zoom out to show the snowman with
the broom, Danny with no coat on walks past with his hands in his pockets, breathing
a cloud of water vapor, that’s not the ghost sense.
JASMINE: --for
losing your cool, little brother.
Losing
his cool?
He’s
outside without a coat!
I’m
sure he’ll freeze up,
He’ll
soon be with a sore throat.
Cut to outside at the corner of
FentonWorks. The windows are strapped with strings of lights, the ground full
of snow and ice. Danny walks around the corner, runs near a wooden fence,
transforms and takes flight.
JASMINE: (offscreen)
Go ahead, clear your head, and I think you’ll be
fine.
Cut to an aerial shot of Danny
flying upwards. The ground pulls further away as he ascends.
Cut to the stem of the Christmas
tree. Four presents are underneath it, two green cubes, one tall and blue, one
short and yellow. They begin to radiate with a thick, white aura as they rise
into the air, with the addition of a small white one.
Cut to Jasmine on the couch, looking
up, aghast. She leans back with her hands on the cushion, and she gasps.
Cut back to the presents, they have
changed in color hue. Although two are still green and one it still blue, the
yellow one turned orange and the white one in pink. Rather inconsistent, don’t
ya think? Pan down to show the fireplace, the gifts rush up it.
Cut outside the frosted glass
window, Jasmine is watching the sight with her mouth open. She gasps and turns
suddenly with her palms flat on the window, then--
--Cut to Danny flying over a
rooftop, cut again to see more. He passes the moon,
eleven gifts with auras follow, in colors galore.
Close up on Jasmine, in turquoise
action.
JASMINE: But taking our presents is (lowers her brow) crossing the line!
Cut to the skies of
Cut to another part of the sky,
Danny flies in, pausing as the presents hit him in the back, taken by surprise.
He yells out “ow!” and turns around as the presents
fall out of the shot, to the street they are bound.
Close up on Danny. He looks down and
gasps, cut to the street as presents rise from chimneys in 6 columns, an
average of five in each, you do the math! Danny just watches from afar the
misdeed in progress, he’s knows it’s bad, he’s not being fresh!
Cut to the presents, floating by.
Pan left to Danny, the boxes swirl around that guy.
DANNY: Now you’re ripping off gifts?
Cut closer, Danny puts his hands out
in a shrug.
DANNY: What is that supposed to do?
Cut to the moon, obscured by clouds.
The clouds clear as the moon morphs into the face of
Ghostwriter.
GHOSTWRITER: A: Make a huge scene,
Cut to the street, a crowd of people
are looking to the skies.
GHOSTWRITER: And B: Blame it on you.
Cut to the crowd, they all look
irked. A stream of presents above are the
Ghostwriter’s work. The people raise their fists and complain incoherently, pan
right to show some children and teens, crying miserably.
Cut to Danny looking down nervously
as the presents float past, he yells out in pain as he gets energy zapped. It’s
a green beam, and his fists compress, Danny’s white hair is all spiky, he looks
back down at the aggressors.
Cut to Jack and Maddie with guns,
Maddie’s is smoking. Other people in the crowd watch the fight; the Fentons
aren’t joking.
Cut to Maddie, mist comes from her
mouth.
MADDIE: You’ve ruined our night!
Cut to Jack,
zoom out as he fires his weapon.
JACK: Drink some anti-ghost tonic!
Cut to Danny with his spiky hair, a
hole in his ghostly form opens so the beam passes through his mouth space
harmlessly, when the beam’s gone, it goes back to normal.
DANNY: Wait, I ruined--
Danny points a finger, mist comes
from his mouth that’s not the ghost sense.
DANNY: --*their* night?
Danny raises his arms, shrugging.
DANNY: How’s
that for ironic?
Cut to Danny a little farther, his
hair still a mess, the stream keeps going on, but I digress. He flies off.
Cut to the Ghostwriter moon. His
eyes roll as Danny flies past.
GHOSTWRITER: So Danny did soar through the crisp
evening--
Cut to Danny, one fist up.
DANNY: Look!
Zoom out, Danny extends all his
limbs, his eyes are closed, all the lights are dim.
DANNY:
What’s a guy gotta do to get out of this book?
Cut to Danny, he relaxes his hands
on his hips, looking downwards, miffed.
GHOSTWRIER: And then Danny thought--
Danny smiles and breathes out more
mist.
DANNY: Wait, my problem is clear!
Cut to a farther shot of Danny,
floating/standing with his arms on his waist Danny swoops and flies downward.
DANNY: This poem’s about Christmas--
Cut to Danny flying over a street,
careening without a care, this power sure is sweet. Atop the houses are lights,
a reef, a banner with “X-mas!” and a sleigh with
reindeer. It’s a sure sign that Christmas is definitely present here.
DANNY: --which is here, here, and here!
Cut to Danny flying up with his hair
blown back, across a turquoise ground that’s in the back.
DANNY: This curse will stay on me from my
town to
Cut to the skyline. Pan down to show
a house with a menorah in the window.
DANNY: --but he can’t Christmas me in a
non-Christmas home!
There’s
a nitpick coming here from Dennis,
That
menorah’s wrong, it lacks two branches.
For
Hanukkah’s 8 nights, that one has only six
If
they added more, it might’ve not fit.
At
least it’s proper, though
All
the branches are the same height.
Back
in the Rugrats special,
Theirs
overlooked this foresight.
Cut closer to the doorway, Danny
falls down and transforms. Cut to the doorbell, a finger presses it, the chimes
ring, and the hand goes back offscreen.
Cut to Danny smiling at the door,
Sam opens it up. She looks rather sullen, her Yuletide happiness is up.
Cut to Danny, he raises his arms
ecstatically.
DANNY: *Sam*!
Danny’s eyes roll up, he looks a
mite uneasy.
GHOSTWRITER: Danny said.
Danny’s eyelids lower.
DANNY: Oh, for crying out loud!
Cut to inside the house, Danny
retains his position and demeanor. Sam’s seen holding the door, her tone of
voice getting meaner.
SAM: I know!
Danny puts down his arms, Sam turns
around.
SAM: Can’t
you see we’re all under a cloud?
Close up on Sam.
SAM: Every present we have,--
Pan right to the chimney, the Mansons looking sad. Randma’s
on the right, in her motorscooter, feeling bad.
Scraps of torn paper fall out the chimney and litter the floor, A menorah is
seen, its branches only four.
SAM: --in the chimney! Up through it!
Cut to Danny outside and Sam next to
the door.
SAM: That might work for (points to Danny) you, but that’s not (lowers her brow and points to herself with
her thumb) how we do it.
Cut to Jeremy and Pam, looking down.
GHOSTWRITER: And Sam saw sad faces--
Pam’s eyelids lower in shame.
GHOSTWRITER:
--on Mom,--
Pan down-right to Grandma in the
scooter, looking gloomy.
GHOSTWRITER:
--Dad and Granny.
Cut to Ghostwriter in his study,
typing on his keyboard quickly.
GHOSTWRITER: So I typed on my (turns to his floating monitor on the left side, still typing) keyboard--
Cut to Ghostwriter’s magenta
monitor. On the screen are the text “So I typed on my keyboard” in white and
all caps. As Ghostwriter speaks, the text writes on the screen.
GHOSTWRITER: --that the blame was on Danny…
Cut to Sam, looking confused. She
becomes really peeved. Her eyebrows lower, Danny really should leave.
SAM: You.
Close up on Sam.
SAM: *YOU DID THIS*?!
Cut to Danny, miffed as well.
DANNY: Are you out of your mind?!
Cut to Danny in the doorway, Sam
walks up from the door pointing a finger.
SAM: You’re the holiday Scrooge. (points to herself
with a thumb) Do you think that I’m
blind?
Cut to the floor, with a yellow rug.
Danny and Sam’s shadows fight, both with arms raised flailing, and with tongues
out. Their complaints go incoherent and muffled.
GHOSTWRITER: And Danny and Sam found themselves in
a spat.
Pan right to a green part of the
rug, with scraps of torn paper in red and green, a blue dreidel
on the floor, hay up, shin seen.
If
you need some info,
I’m
glad to explain.
The
Hay means you get half
Of the candy in the game.
The
Shin down there
Means
that you lose
One
of your pieces to the pot
So
someone else may choose.
Ah,
you make this game--
As
far as I can see--
As
easy as counting
One,
two, and three!
GHOSTWRITER: But before Dan could calm her--
Cut to the dreidel.
GHOSTWRITER:
--I soon realized that--
The dreidel
gains a magenta aura and begins to jiggle, standing upright, spinning round and
round.
GHOSTWRITER:
--a new threat was needed to cut through the noise.
Dan
named again?
Incident
number 2
Of
how Ghostwriter alters
Danny’s
name to
Keep the story flowing
At
a reasonable pace
While
Dennis’s rhymes
Are sloppy in her haste.
Cut to the window with some
turquoise curtains, the Ghostwriter moon is seen in the night sky.
GHOSTWRITER: And what better way (close up on the moon) than “Attack of
the Toys”?
Cut back to the dreidel,
it’s spinning quite fast. Then it rises off the floor, gasp! Cut to the Mansons’s foyer, Danny, Sam and the Mansons
look shocked, the scene pans up as their heads look up to see the dreidel phase through the ceiling.
Cut to the flat roof of the Mansons, the Ghostwriter moon smirks and observes, the dreidel he called upon, closes in
on the viewers. Four magenta beams of energy are sent out.
Cut to a store called “Angrum’s Toys”, it’s closed for the night. The beam hits
the building, it’s dark now, shining with bright
light.
Cut to a sale rack, three pink stuffed
Care Bears are there, and the beams transform them into hideous, green monsters
with horns, fangs, red eyes and skulls replacing hearts on those chests of
theirs. They jump off the shelf with arms raised and tongues dropping out,
shrieking all the while, that’ll make some kids pout.
Cut to some hanging figures of Space
Wars, one a strange Wookiee and the other a square astromech like R2. They jump out of the plastic to the
ground, hordes of Wookiees, square R2’s and stormtroopers walk with damage ready to do.
Six identical Barbie dolls are
altered the same way. They are made ugly, made to obey. Those three-eyed slimy
beasts with wide, skimpy dresses roar and jump off the shelf, off to make some
messes.
Cut to a cute stuffed puce dinosaur
a new threat in disguise, it glows and it grows to immense size. Cut to outside
the store, the roof has been raised! The huge green ghostly beast towers over
the tree, the insurance will surely have to pay.
Cut to the ground looking up, the
dinosaur roars loudly. It steps out to the street, this will surely get rowdy.
Cut to Tucker sitting near his
dresser, a yellow RC controller in his hand. As he beeps the buttons, a yellow
beetle drives up, Tucker concerned as it glows, oh dand!
Cut farther out as the car’s size is gained, becoming a mechanical frog with an
exposed brain. It roars out a burst of mist.
Cut to Tucker looking up between the
metallic teeth, he stands up and jogs on off, not fazed one bit. Oh please.
Cut to a model train set, a train
choo choo’s with green smoke. Pan right to show more
of Lancerville: Lancer himself looking over proud,
that happy ol’ bloke.
Cut to a full shot of Lancer’s bleak
basement, Lancer sitting on a crate. The train rides on,
Lancer stands up, but wait!
Cut to the model in the field near a
tunnel for the train. Lancer looks disconcerted as possessed figures walk up, this is no longer a game.
Lancer gasps on a turquoise action
background.
Cut to the figures, they all shell
out grappling hooks. And they all toss them off, but Lancer can’t shout out a
book.
Cut to Lancer, the hooks have caught
on to his neck in the back. With a lot of strength, those little men shove his
head on the tracks.
Lancer opens his eyes, not knowing
what to feel; a train from the tunnel closes in, glass breaks, this toy lost its
appeal.
Cut to a door in a dark, pink-walled
room. There’s a poster that shows Freud, it’s Jasmine’s, I assume. Jasmine
opens the door, smiling and content, cut to the old Bearbert doll, the scene
turns purple as the doll stands up and pulls a chainsaw from nowhere, the laws
of physics were just bent. Cut to Jasmine gasping in a background of turquoise,
back to Bearbert on purple, the chainsaw cuts through the scene and the noise!
Cut back to outside, the Ghostwriter
moon looks to the streets, a rally of transfigured toys rampages onwards in
fleets.
Cut to the stoop of the house, Danny
and Sam run to the sidewalk, but they stop just there, they just can’t help but
gawk.
GHOSTWRITER: From all over town,--
Cut to an aerial shot, Danny and Sam
are in the intersection, toys close in on three sides.
GHOSTWRITER:
--the toys started to merge.
Cut to the Ghostwriter moon.
GHOSTWRITER: I’m really quite wicked when I get the
urge!
Aren’t
we all?
We’re
the DPO Forums!
Being
wicked authors
Just
about sums
The
bulk of the writers
This
place has to offer
As
for Dennis, I know
You
all want to stop her
From
her terrible verses
That
she randomly creates.
She’ll
just keep on going,
No
matter how much you berate.
Us?
Berate
you?
My
dear, you haven’t
A
clue
That
this rhyming bug
Has
caught like the flu!
Oh,
whatever
Shall
we do?
Cut down to the street, the parade
of toys goes on. They jump up in the air, like a green river of pawns. Cut to
the other side, more toys walk on in a wave. They all fly up too,
disaster’s way is to be paved.
Cut to the night sky, three streams
of green unite. They take a humanoid shape, a new hazard in the night.
Cut to Danny and Sam, looking
upwards at this menace. Zoom out, cut to just Danny, transforming to protect
us.
Cut to far away, Danny and Sam are
way off. The toys glow green and become a big, black boot. This has to be
stopped.
Cut to the Ghostwriter moon, looking
down.
GHOSTWRITER: On this night before Christmas, (the Ghostwriter moon lifts his chin high) a
brand new attacker!
Cut to the legs of the giant
sculpture. Danny and Sam are tiny in comparison. The boots black, leggings are
yellow, and the suit is blue.
GHOSTWRITER: And now, face the wrath--
Pan to show the top of the giant
Nutcracker, with arms raised high. The Ghostwriter moon narrates on, up there
in the sky.
GHOSTWRITER: --of my monster Nutcracker!
The Nutcracker roars loudly, his
teeth vibrate up and down. It bends over so the face fills the screen, with his
rosy cheeks and his golden crown.
Cut to Danny.
DANNY: Aw, nuts!
Danny turns and runs off.
Cut to the Nutcracker, Danny is
running away. The Nutcracker extends a leg to squish the bug that’s attempting
to evade. The background turns turquoise.
GHOSTWRITER: Danny cried as he started to run.
The scene fades into a sketched
illustration within the red frame. Purple skulls with mistletoe, the corners
contain. The text “As he started to run…” is below the picture, the A in a red
box, a vital fixture.
Cut to the Ghostwriter, looking at
said page on the screen. His hands on the keyboard, so far this story’s keen.
Cut to Ghostwriter.
GHOSTWRITER: Must we end every scene with a
terrible pun?
Cut to the illustration on the page. Zoom in, and fade to black.
Glad that’s over with, time for part 2 to be
attacked!
-Cut to
commercial-
END OF PART ONE.
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