Tuesday, 23 June 2009

More Paper Shredding...


(The next installment of storyboards...)

Generations later, on another dark and misty night, across the land echoes the haunting sounds of a wailing baby - or is it? Lets follow those echoes to the maternity ward of the Slice Splice and Dice Hospital where something out of the ordinary has just been born...




(*LOGO: Meat cleaver and samurai sword in a cross shape hover over a pair of cupped hands holding the Dice of Fate ('Dice of Fate' written in a scroll above them). Skull speared on top. MOTTO: 'Will this visit be your last?' All the doctors are skeletons, pirates and ghosts in white coats.)








Doctor Clive McDougal, Captain of the Hack Trap Belle:
Don't you worry Mrsh Crumble, you're in good handsh! Tell me aboot your diet if you pleash...Och, jusht wait a wee shecond there





Dr Clive McDougal: Ahh, thah's behtter, been troubling me for weeks! Now, have you consumed anything oot o' the ordinary during your pregnancy?



Mrs Crumble: Out of the ordinary you say? Why... no, not at all, only our traditional meal of shredded paper each night... It's been in the family for generations!

Mrs Crumble:...ever since Great Great Grandfather Crumble invented it accidentally in a serendipitous stroke-of-genius cookery/craft book mix-up!

Dr Clive McDougal: Ehhh. You do realise thah paper is completely devoid o' the slightest nuance o' nutrition?


Mrs Crumble: You cannot question tradition, Doctor McDougal! Traditions must be revered and respected-


Dr Clive McDougal:I am sorry to inform you that this is nae o' of them!

Dr Clive McDougal: It appears your son has...
...evolved.
Dr Clive McDougal: I hypothesise that your traditional dish o' Papier Mache a la Mode has altered the very genetics o' your child,


really rather...
radically!
Dr Clive McDougal: This child is a hopeless case!
Dr Clive McDougal: All the boy will be good for is doing away with your unwanted confidential papers.
On this note, the Doctor presents Mrs Crumble with her product - a whirring, mechanical beast of a thing!

Dr Clive McDougal: Your child, Mrs Crumble. What are you intending to call him?



Mrs Crumble: Well, we were thinking a nice respectable name like...Edwin Horatio Issac the Third. [pause]

Mrs Crumble: Ahh... but that doesn't seem appropriate now, does it dear...?

Mr Crumble: No, absolutely not, no, no. I think we have to allow the technology to guide us here, so it seems to me, we only have one option. The Paper Shredder Person it is!


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You have no idea how into that i got. I'm sitting in the dark underneath my duvet with the glow of my laptop flickering on your story.
You're a true inspiration miss xxxx

poke me with cake next time, hehe

Emma said...

Aww, thankyou! Thats very lovely of you, I'm glad you enjoyed it :)