When I Receive A Massage From One Of The Scream Street Characters

A Pint Of Milk & A Carton Of Cake

We see a delicious looking chocolate cake, looking all plain and brown. Suddenly, Mrs Watson’s hand moves into frame holding a piping bag and covering it with delicious pink icing. Another piping bag moves into frame and squeezes out the title, in big red letters:

TITLE: “A PINT OF MILK & A CARTON OF CAKE”

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE IN:

INT. SYBIL’S HOUSE - KITCHEN. DAY.

Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil are standing still, staring at what’s on the kitchen counter in awe: a huge chocolate cake and a pint of milk. There is total silence as they gaze at it in amazement. Once, it is broken by:

SYBIL

Wow.

Another brief moment of silence. Then:

SYBIL

What on earth did they leave out?

CLEO

We’re not supposed to touch it. Mrs Watson said this cake was only meant for teatime, as this pint of milk was.

RESUS
I’m going to have a bite out of this cake right now!

Resus lunges at the cake, but Sybil stops him:

SYBIL

No no no no no! You can’t eat it! There’s a sign right near it.

Sybil points to a small sign near the cake saying, in small red pen writing, “Don’t touch ‘til teatime”.

RESUS

Oh. So…how long must we wait?

SYBIL

Teatime isn’t until 4 O’Clock, Resus. You’ve got to be patient.

CLEO

What’s going on in our minds right now?

LUKE

Us. Eating huge slices of that cake…mmmm…and drinking that lovely milk.

SYBIL

Yes…I could just imagine it now…

Sybil closes her eyes tight as we ZOOM IN SLOWLY on them. Suddenly, her eyes open!

ZOOM OUT:

Luke, Resus, Sybil and Cleo are standing on the cake, about the size of ants, their feet digging into the pink icing. They are totally amazed by what they see.

CLEO

Wow! How on earth did we get to be this size?

SYBIL
Easy, I just imagined we are small, and there we are.

LUKE
Cool!

RESUS
Hey, does that mean I could have some cake now?

SYBIL

You know what, Resus? You’re right. Let’s dig in!

Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil chow down on the cake. A MONTAGE begins of Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil eating great big hunks of cake, throwing icing balls at each other and making icing angels, as if it were a snowy day.

The MONTAGE FINISHES and Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil are sitting around the last great hunk of cake, feeling very full up.

SYBIL

I can’t take any more cake.

RESUS
I’m so full.

CLEO
You can say that again, I’m stuffed. My bandages can’t take any weight!

RESUS
I’m so full.

LUKE

(laughs)

You and your double entendres, Resus. This is the best cake I’ve ever eaten in my life!

Luke belches out brown and pink bubbles. Suddenly, I point out:

SYBIL
Guys, look!

Everyone looks up.

LOW ANGLE VIEW - THE MILK BOTTLE

Towering over our four heroes’ heads like a giant white thing.

Everyone races towards the milk bottle.

RESUS
We’re going to climb it.

LUKE
(worried)

But what if we spill it? Mum will be furious!

SYBIL

It’s alright, Luke, just because we’re small doesn’t mean our adventure has to be as big as a pint of milk then, doesn’t it?

LUKE/RESUS
No…

SYBIL

All we need now is a rope.

(takes out a rubber band)

Or this!

Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil begin climbing up the pint. It’s very easy for them with the rubber band, but suddenly Cleo slips. Sybil takes her hand and helps her grab onto the rubber band they are climbing up the pint with. Once they reached the top, they hold onto it in exhaustion. They’ve made it.

CLEO
Phew. Now all we have to do is peel off the milk bottle top.

SYBIL
I’ll help!

LUKE
Me too!

RESUS
I’m in!

SYBIL
Okay, right. Three…two…one…pull!

Everyone begins pulling, and the pint begins to wobble. It tips over just as the milk bottle top opens…and then, milk comes pouring out. The kids slide across the counter in a pool of milk, and knock the cake and the plate off the table. SMASH! It lands on the floor, knocking everything to pieces. Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil laugh over their misadventure.

MATCH DISSOLVE:

INT. SYBIL’S HOUSE - SYBIL’S BEDROOM. DAY.

Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil are lying near a tipped over cardboard box, with the toy box left wide open.

SYBIL

What a trip!

CLEO
Yeah, it’s a shame we pretended to spill the milk and eat the cake.

LUKE

What would happen if we accidentally tip the milk over for real life?

RESUS

(gasps, worried)

Our mums would ground us and send us to our rooms!

SYBIL

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, calm down, Resus, pretending to be small and eating cake is part of the fun.

(looks at the clock, which nearly says 4 O’Clock)

Look at the time! It must be nearly time for tea!

SYBIL/LUKE/CLEO

Hooray!

RESUS
Finally.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. KITCHEN. DAY.

Mrs Watson carries the chocolate cake to the table before the eagerly-awaiting Luke, Resus, Cleo and Sybil, who stare at it in awe. Using a cake cutter, Mrs Watson cuts out slices of cake to give to her family, and everyone begins to enjoy their slices.

LUKE
(with his mouthful of cake)

You know Sybil, you’re right about this cake. It tastes so yummy.

SYBIL

Yummy is as yummy does, Luke. And what can I say? It’s beyond brilliant!

IRIS IN.

Autistica - Just Like My Age

Joan lay back in the nice, warm bath. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the water. It was heaven, and make no mistake, it was all the parent time she deserved. She sighed, and thought about the most peaceful things a mother could think of. For a mother who along with her husband wasn’t a werewolf, this was the quiet she deserved. It was so nice that she dared not think about anything at all.

Just then, I toddled into the bathroom. It was me as a toddler, so I didn’t disturb her relaxation time, I just wanted to climb into the bath with her. I reached up to Joan, who opened one eye and looked down at me. “You want to get in with me?” she laughed, “Okay. Up we come!” She picked me up and lifted me into the warm water. “Wheeeeeeee!!” I cried, totally excited by this. Once I was in the water, I splashed Joan by splashing my tiny hands into the water. Joan splashed me, and soon we were both splashing each other, laughing every second of every minute. Joan took me in her arms and kissed me on the cheek, cuddling me. She then nose-kissed me and put me back into the water, giggling over such fun. She never had such fun, not since she dropped a pan full of spaghetti on the floor..

I took my rubber duck and placed it into the water, watching it bob up and down. Joan watched it too, proud of my developing sense of play. “That’s a duck, Sophie. It goes, quack quack! Quack quack!” I giggled over Joan’s best duck impression. Joan took a bottle of bubble bath and poured it into the water, swishing it round so that lots of bubbles appeared. “Bubbles!” I cried, trying to pop every single one. “They’re scented like strawberries, Sophie,” said Joan, “The bubbles are like little strawberries growing in a field.” I tried to eat the bubbles, but Joan just laughed. “They’re not for eating.” she giggled.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Bubbles aren’t for eating, candyfloss is. I suddenly yawned, feeling very tired. “Is mummy’s little water baby tired?” said Joan in a cutesy voice. She took me in her loving arms and cradled me as I snuggled up next to her skin. All the time, Fang was watching, and he was feeling very proud of me. He smiled as he watched my warm embrace with his mother, and memories came flooding back.…

As a toddler, Fang splashed in the bath with his mother, enjoying cuddles and sliding down her legs into the water. He would play with the rubber duck the same way I played with it, and sometimes try to eat the bubbles, like me. Joan would laugh at his antics, and yet when they both got dry they cuddled like there was no tomorrow.

Fang came into the bathroom and scruffled my hair. “That’s my girl,” he said, “A great successor to the greatest werewolf of all time. May I come in and join you?” “Of course,” said his mum, and Fang stepped in. Soon we were all splashing and laughing, forgetting all about the trouble of life and enjoying one thing that always keeps us together…

Each other’s company.

Just Like My Age

Sue lay back in the nice, warm bath. The water covered her soft, smooth skin as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the water. It was heaven, and make no mistake, it was all the parent time she deserved. She sighed, and thought about the most peaceful things a mother could think of. For a mother who tried to get her husband together due to his fear of monsters, this was the quiet she deserved. It was so nice that she dared not think about anything at all.

Just then, I toddled into the bathroom. It was me as a toddler, so I didn’t disturb her relaxation time, I just wanted to climb into the bath with her. I reached up to Mrs Watson, who opened one eye and looked down at me. “You want to get in with me?” she laughed, “Okay. Up we come!” She picked me up and lifted me into the warm water. “Wheeeeeeee!!” I cried, totally excited by this. Once I was in the water, I splashed Mrs Watson by splashing my tiny hands into the water. Mrs Watson splashed me, and soon we were both splashing each other, laughing every second of every minute. Mrs Watson took me in her arms and kissed me on the cheek, cuddling me. She then nose-kissed me and put me back into the water, giggling over such fun. She never had such fun, not since she moved to Scream Street.

I took my rubber duck and placed it into the water, watching it bob up and down. Mrs Watson watched it too, proud of my developing sense of play. “That’s a duck, Sybil. It goes, quack quack! Quack quack!” I giggled over Sue’s best duck impression. Mrs Watson took a bottle of bubble bath and poured it into the water, swishing it round so that lots of bubbles appeared. “Bubbles!” I cried, trying to pop every single one. “They’re scented like strawberries, Sybil,” said Mrs Watson, “The bubbles are like little strawberries growing in a field.” I tried to eat the bubbles, but Mrs Watson just laughed. “They’re not for eating.” she giggled.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Bubbles aren’t for eating, candyfloss is. I suddenly yawned, feeling very tired. “Is mummy’s little water baby tired?” said Mrs Watson in a cutesy voice. She took me in her loving arms and cradled me as I snuggled up next to her skin. All the time, Luke was watching without any clothes on, and he was feeling very proud of me. He smiled as he watched my warm embrace with his mother, and memories came flooding back. Memories of who he used to be, before he became a werewolf…

As a toddler, Luke splashed in the bath with his mother, enjoying cuddles and sliding down her legs into the water. He would play with the rubber duck the same way I played with it, and sometimes try to eat the bubbles, like me. Mrs Watson would laugh at his antics, and yet when they both got dry they cuddled like there was no tomorrow.

Luke came into the bathroom and scruffled my hair. “That’s my girl,” he said, “A great successor to the greatest werewolf of all time. May I come in and join you?” “Of course,” said his mum, and Luke stepped in. Soon we were all splashing and laughing, forgetting all about the trouble of finding the relics of Scream Street and enjoying one thing that always keeps us together…

Each other’s company.