Rumpie - A Rumpelstilzkin Adaptation

The King is walking outside, surrounded by nature and picturesque imagery. He has a pleasant but contemplative look on his face.

The King's late morning stroll.

Another shot of the King. He finds a tree to sit underneath and is writing in his journal.

Perfect for quiet reflection on his royal duties.

The King scribbles out of like as we see that there is a disturbance coming from over a nearby hill. He looks perplexed, intrigued, and worried.

laborer

WHADDAYA THINK YER DOING?!

Zoom in on the King's face, sweaty, eyes wide.

king

He is yelling at me, he must be!

King hugs knees to chest, still alarmed.

king

I'm not a fierce leader like the other kings, everyone hates me.

We see a laboring, scruffy man ascend over the hill yelling at a small group of ducks that appear to be hindering his walking intentions.

laborer

Yeh no good ducks! Always in the way of--

He sees the king, and his expression and body language immediate change to an apologetic profile.

LAborer

Your Highness! Dear me I am deeply sorry to have disturbed you.

King

(thinking)

Here is my chance, I can be a fierce ruler!

King quickly stuffs journal inside robe, stands up, puffs out chest.

king

Ahem, ahem...Good sir! I am quite, disturbed.

laborer

I am so sorry.

King holds up finger, heroically.

king

You must provide me with compensation! Or, your personal safety may be at risk!

Laborer

Like, so so so so sorry.

Hands on hips, still overacting in exercising his royal status.

king

Because, Kings DO this sort of thing, right? Punish?

The laborer, who has been groveling, looks up, hopefully as he suggests

laborer

My daughter can spin straw into spaghetti?

King pauses, reflects. Looking to the side.

King

(thinking)

Spaghetti is my FAVORITE.

King looks down at man.

KING

Hmmm. I GUESS that will be due payment. Bring her to me post haste!

We see the alleged daughter, and King in a room filled with straw and spinning wheel, he instructs her.

king

Spin this straw into spaghetti by dawn. OR ELSE.

The daughter is now alone, and is clearly angered by her predicament.

She begins counting, analyzing what she could possibly do. She surveys the room.

daughter

Approximately 12 piles of hay, that's 1.25 piles per hour...

Another shot but from a different angle, she is counting on her fingers.

daugther

The chemical compound of the hay would allow for easy break down, which means...

She begins feverishly shoving hay into her bouth and grinding it with her teeth. Behind her we see a small unusual face peer in the window, curious as to the ruckus.

Close up of the window, the face peers further in.

Rumpie

Whatcha doin?

Daughter is clearly alarmed.

DAUGHTER

(thinking)

My chances of success are %0.6. He may help.

Daughter appears more relaxed, and cooly responds to the creature.

daughter

Gotta spin this stuff into spaghetti for the King. Or I'm toast.

Rumpie now crawls in beside her, appearing friendly. Daughter is intrigued.

rumpie

Well I can do that.

We see the daughter and Rumpie shaking hands.

daughter

By sunrise?

Rumpie

Deal.

We see the daughter sleeping peacefully as Rumpie sits behind her, apparently spinning away.

Closer view of the daugther, the sun is shining on her.

The daughter opens her eyes, calm at first.

Her expression turns to rage.

Wider view, we see that Rumpie has made a darling set up using the straw, with a little table, chairs, hut, and garden. He is decorating.

rumpie

Look, I made a fort!

The daughter grabs Rumpie, enraged. Close view of their faces.

daughter

WHAT?! The King is totally gonna kill me! Fix this!

Rumpie appears surprised, grabs the daughter by the shoulders.

Rumpie

I completely forgot! I, I can save you, run away with me!

The daugther seems conflicted. She is pondering her options.

daughter

(thinking)

My chance or survival here is now at %0.03. But this guy...

DAUGHTER

(Speaking)

Yes. Let's go!

The pair jump out of the window.

With the help of a rope Rumpie made, they lower themselves down and turn to run away.

We see the pair walking. Rumpie is cheery, but the daughter seems annoyed.

RUMPIE

You know, good interior design is actually crucial to the digestive system of the...(words get smallerand trail off)

Another view of them walking, we see mountains in the distance.

rumpie

...and there is actually a little hut I built on the top of that mountain a long time ago!

daugther

(thinking)

If only I could get up there and away from him.

Mathematical diagram of the mountain, with x and y heights, equations, and the daughter formulating in her head.

Daughter

(thinking)

I CAN get up there!

Sun is low, the two are walking towards the base of the mountains, Rumpie still chatting indistinguishably.

The two stop. Rumpie looks a bit confused, but still cheery. The daughter is pissed.

rumpie

My, I'm afraid in all my chit chat I have lost our place!

The daughter is still seething, and trying to be civil.

daughter

We should stop to make camp.

rumpie

Oh well I thought we could just keep going, the moonlight will be beautiful!

The daughter is fed up, she looms over a frightened Rumpie.

daughter

We ARE STOPPING. NOW!

Rumpie collects himself, and is pulling his pack out.

rumpie

Sheesh sheesh alright. I'll get some smores  going.

Rumpie is setting up a fort out of leaves and twigs and a blanket, very decorative. The daughter sits on a rock, looking bored.

The daughter is in the same spot, Rumpie lights a fire in front of them.

Daughter in same spot, Rumpie looks jolly with a grin on his face and a marshmallow roasting over the fire.

daugther

I'm going to bed.

Daughter crawls into tent, looking over her shoulder as she does.

Rumpie has fallen asleep, with marshmallow and chocolate all over his face, snuggly by the fire.

Daughter sneaks out of the tent, and begins to head up the mountain.

The laborer's daughter was never seen again.

Rumpie has waken up, with a gleeful look on his face.

Rumpie looks around, swiping head from left to right.

Rumpie collects his things. Packing them with care.

His little frame couldn't take all of that sugar, and in a daze completely forgot about his companion.

Rumpie walks off into the distace.

So he continued on his merry way, wandering and chatting with himself about the fancies of life.