(Scene fades to four days later inside Granny Lucy's house. Granny is seen carrying a bag and an umbrella and wearing a jacket. She's about to head out)
Granny Lucy: Okay, let's see. I have Rachel's present, my jacket, my umbrella... Am I forgetting anything? Hmmm... I guess not. Looks like I'm ready to go. (chuckles) I should get outta this house more often. (smiles, picks up her bag and umbrella, opens the door, and walks out, closing the door behind her)
(Scene cuts to Leo and Jake in a different part of the forest, chopping down a tree together)
Leo: How're you doing over there, kid?
Jake: Pretty good, sir.
Leo: Just remember; while you're chopping, you have to keep a strong stance, a tight grip on your axe, and your focus on the tree.
Jake: Yes, sir! (makes the final cut in the tree with his axe and the tree falls to the ground) Yes!
Leo: Good work. (takes out a pocket watch and checks the time) Oh wow, is that late already? I'd better be getting home. (puts his watch back in his pocket and grabs his bag)
Jake: What about the tree, sir?
Leo: I'll take care of it next time; don't worry about it too much. It's my daughter's birthday and I can't be late.
Jake: Wait, what? I didn't know it was Rachel's birthday today. Was I supposed to know?
Leo: No. We'll continue working tomorrow. Have a good night. (grabs his axe and bag and walks off, leaving Jake alone)
Jake: Oh my gosh! (starts to quickly put his things into his bag) Rachel's birthday! I gotta find her a present, quick! (picks up his bag and runs off in another direction)
(Scene cuts to Mason sitting on the ground in front of a small fire. He had started to settle into his new home and he had just built a fire to keep warm. A little mouse starts to scurry by, but Mason quickly reaches out his hand and grabs the mouse, who wriggles about and squeaks out for help. He holds the mouse up to his face by the tail)
Mason: And where do you think YOU are going, little fellow? (the mouse squeaks even more. He chuckles wickedly while taunting the mouse) You're definitely not big enough to be fill me up, but at this point, I'll take what I can get. (raises the mouse over him as he opens his mouth, but just as he was about to swallow the poor creature, he hears a tree falling in the distance. He nearly jumps out of his skin, accidentally dropping the mouse in the process. The mouse scampers off as fast as it could before Mason could catch it again. He growls in frustration and pounds the ground with his fist) Ugh, those blasted woodsmen. That's the THIRD failed attempt to get food this week. If I had my way, I'd march right up to EVERY woodsman in this forest and tear them limb from limb with my bare hands... especially if they weren't always armed. But those woodsmen are NOTHING... compared to me, at least. (chuckles evilly as he stands up and dusts himself off) In fact, EVERY living thing in this forest is inferior, while I'm nothing of the sort. Besides, none of these creatures could be HALF as fierce, clever, and good looking as I am... especially when I take form.
(He looks in his mirror and smiles as his reflection slowly changes into something else. His hair grows longer and all over his face, his ears and teeth grow bigger and sharper, and his eyes glow a bright golden color)
Mason (singing): You know you'd wanna take a chance
And be a little bit bad
Ain't nothing quite like living on the edge
YOU ARE READING
Red Riding Hood
Fantasy[Inspired by an episode of Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theater] This is how I imagined Little Red Riding Hood as an animated Disney film in the format of a script (with a few songs written with the help of a very good friend of mine)