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Tick Tock · 4 May 2010


int.hotel.room.night


A mechanical tick tock is heard throughout the picture after the traveler winds his clock.


The TRAVELER is getting ready for bed.  He brushes his teeth and is humming a tune.  He looks happy as he gets his computer and clothes ready for the next day.  He winds his mechanical clock, looks at his watch and sets the time and alarm, and then gets into bed and turns off the light.  The analog clock shows 9:30.  The traveler looks happy as he lays on his back and closes his eyes.  The only sound is the clock and an occasional cricket.


The traveler is lying on his stomach this time.  He again looks at the mechanical clock.  It shows 3:30.  He buries his head in the pillow.


The clock shows almost 6:30.  The traveler is just falling to sleep.  He is starting to snore and a bit of drool is escaping from his mouth.  The loud mechanical alarm goes off.  The traveler wakes up startled.  He slowly reaches out to turn off the alarm but it shuts off before he can get to it.  He slowly gets out of bed and shuffles to the bathroom to get ready for the day.


int.conferenceroom.day


The traveler is sitting in a conference room.  His eye lids are heavy as he tries to pay attention to the presenter.  He takes notes and shakes his head often.  Still, his head nods frequently but his eyes stay mostly open most of the time.  The tick tock of the mechanical clock is still heard and none of the words of the presenter are heard.  The only other sounds are those mechanical sounds of computer and projector fans as well as computer keyboard and mouse clicks.


The presentations end and everybody moves out of the room.  The traveler has almost nodded off with his head on his hand and his elbow on the conference room table.  The sound of shuffling feet is heard as people shake hands and move out of the room.  The traveler stands and everybody shakes his hand before they leave.


int.airplane.day


The traveler places his tote bag in the overhead bin then moves to his seat by the window.  He puts his computer under the seat in front of him.  He buckles his seat belt, folds his arms, then closes his eyes.  In front of him, a young boy (3 or 4), TIMMY, and his mother get into their seats.  She moves directly in front and he sits in the middle seat.  He is the only voice heard throughout the movie.


timmy


(loudly)


Mommy!  When are we going to take off?  Where are the pilots?  Can I see the pilots?  Are we going to come home on a plane?


The plane takes off and the sound drowns out all the other sounds on the plane except Timmy’s voice and the tick tock of the clock.


The traveler can be seen nodding off and then hearing something, he looks above the seat in front of him.  He sees that the seat belt light if off and the head of Timmy is looking at him above his seat.


timmy


Mommy!  That man behind you is trying to go to sleep.  Should we be quiet?  Can he really sleep in a plane?  Whoa.  Did the plane just fall?


The hostesses come by with their trays of food and the traveler waves them off.  He sees the head of Timmy bouncing up and down.  He is still trying to sleep even though it is hopeless.  His eyelids shut for a moment, then, the plane lands.  People are filing past and weary travelers are stopping by the seat in front of the traveler and leaning over.  The traveler finally gets up and gets his stuff.  While he is getting his bag from the overhead bin, he notices the man in front of him in the aisle leaning over and patting Timmy on the head.  Timmy had obviously fallen asleep at the end of the flight and the people leaning over the seat had been patting Timmy on the head waking him up as they did so.  The mother is obviously frazzled.  The traveler gives her a wan smile and moves off the plane.  He glances back and sees the people behind him leaning over to pat Timmy on the head.  Everybody looks tired.


int.bedroom.night


The tick tocking is still heard above all else.  The traveler goes into his bedroom and drops his bags on the floor.  He falls face first onto his bed and a look of bliss comes over his face.  The tick tocking of the mechanical clock is slowly overcome with sounds of the city and other clocks.  It is 9:00 and the other tick tocks of many clocks turns into cuckoos, beeps, and other reminders that the hour has struck.  Sirens outside the small city apartment can be heard.  Even as the clocks strike 9:00, the traveler can be seen smiling as he sleeps.  He is home.

© 2010 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Something Fishy · 1 May 2010


int.kitchen.day


Two mothers are sitting in the kitchen/breakfast nook just sitting down to sip tea.


mother1


(excited and apprehensive)


So give me the juicy gossip.


mother2


(cocking her head to listen)


Do you hear that?


MOTHER1


(cocking her head to check too)


I don’t hear anything.


MOTHER2


Exactly.


(pause)


Something fishy is going on.


MOTHER2 stares off in space as if remembering.  She sees a bedroom.


int.bedroom.day


No faces are seen, but the sheets of a single bed are thrown up from both sides at the head.  It is apparent that the bed covers are being thrown up by a person on each side.  Most likely teenagers.  The teenagers hop under the covers and the covers start to settle down on top of them.  Both a boy and girl can be heard giggling.


INT.KITCHEN.DAY


MOTHER1 is waving her hands in front of MOTHER2’s glazed eyes.  They are still sitting at the kitchen table.


MOTHER1


(waving her hands in front of MOTHER2’s face)


Boo!


MOTHER2


(coming out of her daze)


Huh?  Oh!  The kids are too quiet.


MOTHER2 gets up quickly and starts for the stairs.  MOTHER 1 follows.  They both tiptoe up the last few steps.


INT.HALLWAY.DAY


MOTHER2 puts her finger to lips to tell her friend to be quiet.  They sneak to the door and put their ears close.  They hear what is going on inside the bedroom.


GIRL


(giggling)


Don’t do that.  It tickles.


boy


(mischievously)


I know that you like it.


GIRL


(giggling more)


If you keep it up, our moms will hear.


BOY


(even more mischievously)


Do you think they will come in to check on us like when we were kids in first grade?


GIRL


(giggling even more)


Maybe they are listening at the door like they did back then.


MOTHER1 and MOTHER2 are shocked and appalled by what they hear.  They burst into the bedroom.  They just see a teenage boy and a teenage girl sitting on the floor.  There are cards on the floor and the boy is tickling the girl.  They have all their clothes on.


BOY


(looking up at the mothers)


Boo.


Everybody laughs.  The scene fades.


INT.KITCHEN.DAY


The two mothers are still sitting at the kitchen table.  MOTHER2 is far away again.  Her eyes are glazed.


MOTHER1


(waving her hands in front of MOTHER2’s face)


Boo.


MOTHER2


(coming out of her daze)


Oh.


(pause with a head shake and giggling a nervous giggle)


I was just thinking about our kids in 11 or 12 years from now.


MOTHER1


(thinking just a bit)


They would make a good couple.  But I think that worrying about them while they are in first grade is a bit premature.


MOTHER2


(giggling again)


Probably true.  Then again, I kissed my first boy when I was in first grade.  But I doubt my daughter…


INT.hallway.DAY


MOTHER1 flies out of her chair and up the stairs before MOTHER2 can finish her sentence.  MOTHER2 goes up the stairs quickly too.  She halts at the door with MOTHER1 and they both listen.  The voices of two first graders can be heard on the other side of the door.


GIRL


So when we are older and get married, you can be president and we can live in the White House.


BOY


(matter of factly)


Nah.  I don’t want to be president and hafta wear a tie every day.  I want to be gym teacher like Mr. Burk.



(It is apparent that his head angle changes)


You can be a first grade teacher like Mrs. Burk and we can walk down the halls together and have lunch together every day.


MOTHER2 opens the door quietly.  Both mothers have lost their worried looks and have smiles on their faces.  The kids look up and smile.


BOY


(grinning ear to ear)


Boo.


GIRL


(grinning mischievously)


Hi mom.


BOY


Hi mom.


MOTHER2


(sheepishly)


We were just checking to see that you two were okay.


MOTHER1 eyes the GIRL with a bit of mistrust in her eyes.  The GIRL smiles innocently, but with a bit of mischief in her eyes.  The two mothers turn and start to walk down the stairs.  As MOTHER2 walks down the stairs, she peeks back before her head goes below the where she can see.  Her daughter gives the BOY a kiss on the cheek.  She waves at her mom, MOTHER2, who is blushing and shaking her head.

© 2010 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Sing Song · 30 April 2010


int.diningroom.day


A high school student, JEREMY is sitting down to breakfast with MOM.  He is eating cereal with milk.  Mom is sipping tea and humming a song.  [The song is any song that can be easily stuck in a person’s head.  Jingles or TV series songs would be the best.  Gilligan’s Island will be used but there are probably other choices.]  Jeremy starts to hum along.


int.bathroom.day


Jeremy finishes breakfast and goes to brush his teeth.  He is still humming the song.


int.foyer.day


Jeremy kisses Mom on the cheek.  He is not humming the song but as his mother closes the door, she starts to hum again.


MOM


(humming before and after she speaks)


Good-bye Jeremy.


Jeremy


Bye Mom.


Mom closes the door and Jeremy starts to hum the song again.


JEREMY


Argh.  Doggone song.


ext.busstop.day


Jeremy walks to the school bus stop.  He is still humming the song.  As he waits, he thinks that he hears others humming the song too.  He stops humming to just listen.  The humming stops.  Everybody gets onto the school bus.


int.bus.day


Jeremy boards the school bus and is humming the song again.  People seem to be engrossed in their own activities.  People are mostly listening to their personal listening devices.  Some are talking to each other.  Others are holding hands and mooning over each other.  A couple are sleeping and a few are doing their homework to the dim light of the dawn.  Jeremy seems to hear them all humming the song.  Then some even break out in song but nobody’s mouth moves.


Jeremy sits next to his best friend, CARL.  Carl is engrossed in his music but acknowledges Jeremy with a smile and a nod.  Jeremy sits down and pulls out Carl’s near headphone ear piece.


JEREMY


(whispering)


I can’t get this dumb song out of my head.  What should I do?


Carl


Just sing a different song.


Carl hands Jeremy one of his headphones.  Jeremy closes his eyes.


int.classroom.day


Jeremy enters the classroom with Carl and Carl gets his ear piece back with a little tug.  Jeremy immediately starts to hear the song again.  Everybody in class is singing the song but nobody’s mouth is moving.


Carl sits down in front of Jeremy.  Jeremy sits down and leans forward to talk to Carl.  Class is almost ready to begin.


JEREMY


(whispering)


Carl.  It came back.


CARL


(whispering without looking back)


What?  The song?


JEREMY


(whispering)


Yeah.  The song.


(desperate)


What do I do?


CARL


(whispering but almost laughing)


You gotta give it to some one else man.


JEREMY


(confused)


What?


CARL


(laughing out loud now)


You gotta get somebody else stuck on the song.


Carl gets the teacher’s attention.  MR. K is standing in front of the class ready for school to begin.  He goes over to Carl expectantly.


Mr. K


Yes, Carl.


CARL


Mr. K.  Jeremy has a problem.


MR. K


(looking at Jeremy)


Then why doesn’t Jeremy tell me what that problem is.


CARL


It is sorta embarrassing.


MR. K


Okay.


CARL


He has a song stuck in his head.


MR. K


(chuckling a bit)


Did he try singing another song?


CARL


(also chuckling but trying to get a serious composure)


Yeah.  But that didn’t work.  He’s gotta give it to somebody else.


MR. K


(gravely but still chuckling)


Yes.  I see.


(to the whole class)


Everybody pay attention.  Jeremy has something to tell you all.


JEREMY


(pleading to Mr. K)


No.


Mr. K ignores Jeremy and directs him to the front of the room.  Jeremy reluctantly complies.  Carl puts on his headphones and closes his eyes.


JEREMY


(quietly but singing)


Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale.  A tale of a fateful trip.


The whole class joins in the song.


jeremy (and class)


That started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship.  The mate was a mighty sailing man.  The skipper brave and sure.  Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.  A three hour tour.


Jeremy relaxes and goes to sit down.  The class (including Mr. K) continues singing the song.  The bell rings and everybody quiets down.


JEREMY


(to the whole class)


Thank you.  I got rid of the song.


Chloe


But now it’s stuck in our heads.


Several people chime in and some throw soft stuff at Jeremy.  Even Mr. K throws an eraser at Jeremy.  Carl is laughing.  His headphones are still on.  Jeremy is smiling despite the projectiles being thrown his way.


CARL


(whispering)


Better be careful.


JEREMY


(whispering)


What?


CARL


(whispering)


For the replacement.


JEREMY


(whispering)


Replacement?


CARL


(whispering)


You know.  The replacement song.  It is bound to be more annoying that the first one.


JEREMY


(whispering)


Yeah right.


Mr. K has already started lecturing and the class is attentive.  Jeremy and Carl are taking notes.  Suddenly, Jeremy cries out.


JEREMY


Argh!


MR. K


Is everything alright?


JEREMY


I just got another song stuck in my head.  And its worse than the first one.


MR. K


Very good.  Just don’t share it with the rest of us.


Everybody laughs and goes on with class.  Mr. K continues lecturing and the class continues taking notes.  Now the song playing in Jeremy’s head is the theme from The Flintstones.

© 2010 Michael T. Miyoshi

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