The King is walking outside, surrounded by nature
and picturesque imagery. He has a pleasant but contemplative look on his face.
Another shot of the King. He finds a tree to sit
underneath and is writing in his journal.
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.
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.
Rumpie walks off into the distace.