Excerpt Sunday 11

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It’s been a rough week with all kinds of turmoil and I don’t know about you, but I could use a vacation. The following is from a script (copyrighted & registered!) That I would like to see made. Of course I would have loved for Garry Marshall to have directed, sigh… but life goes on and we must cheer up. Enjoy!

                             Going On a Bear Hunt

FADE IN

 

INT.  BULK SHOPPING WAREHOUSE –  DAY

It’s every man for himself in the giant superstore where the smallest package of toilet paper is 15 mega rolls. Vendors, chefs and harried moms with crying babies speed by, filling their carts with the steely eyed focus of contestants on a food network grocery store game show. Among the hustle, moving at a much slower pace, is GINGER MURRY (60’s) beautiful, fit and casually dressed. She leisurely pushes her oversized cart while talking on her cell phone oblivious to the dirty looks from the other shoppers.

 

GINGER

(into phone)

                Amy, sweetheart, I know you and Matt are busy, but then that’s

                the point of this trip, isn’t it? Once a year we all set aside a few

                days to go camping, unplug and de-stress.

 

Enter NATE (60’s) not quite as fit as his wife, wears a matching jacket and warm-up suit which was most likely purchased at this very store, He’s eatting a sample cookie and drops a big box of the same brand into Ginger’s cart, waving back at the lady manning the sample table with a wink and a smile. We can see that he’s rarely met a snack he didn’t like. Ginger shakes her head at her husband as she continues on the phone.

 

GINGER (CONT’D)

                  You and Matt have your hands so full with the kids and work

                  that you probably need this more than any of us. Besides- –

 

Ginger stops to look at some folding chairs as Nate, in the background, tosses a big bag of cheese balls and a giant bag of potato chips into the very full cart and wanders off.

 

GINGER (CONT’D)

(as she removes the cheese balls from the

cart and places them on a random shelf)

                  …it’s the only time that Daddy and I get to spend with all of the

                  grandkids together, not to mention all of you. Between all of the

                  after-school activities, sports, and recitals, it’s a wonder we ever

                  see them.

 

Ginger pulls down one of the folding chairs and takes a seat, shifting a little to see if it’s comfortable and blocking traffic. Nate returns, tossing a package of pork rinds in the cart while sampling a paper cup of them.

 

GINGER (CONT’D)

                                                  (to Nate)

                  Stop that.

                                                 (into the phone)

                  Your father is going to kill us all with the junk food he’s buying.

                                                (looking into the cart she has a lightbulb

                                                moment)

                  And, I happen to know you’re as bad as he is, so you aren’t going

                  to want to miss out on all of this junk.

                                              (then)

                  I realize it’s overwhelming to get it together now, but once you

                  get up there, it’ll be fun. We always have fun, and besides, you

                  never know, what if we can’t do this next year? Life is unpredictable

                  and God knows we aren’t getting any younger. Don’t make me

                  guilt you. This is important for all of us, please.

                                         (a beat, smiles)

                  Good, then we’ll see you there. It’s going to be beautiful, just

                 like always.

Nate returns, his arms full of more crap including more cookies. He drops them into the cart and Ginger stands up.

 

GINGER

                  Those are filled with lard!

NATE

                  I know, that’s what makes them so delicious.

GINGER

                  Is it your plan to put the kids into a diabetic coma before

                  telling them what’s going on?

NATE

                  Have you got a better plan?

GINGER

                  Not really, no.

              

                                                                                                        CUT TO:

 

EXT. A BEAUTIFUL, TREELINED STREET – DAY

A slightly dated mini-van drives up to a large, well maintained Craftsman house with a detached garage. There is an old basketball hoop with a tattered net from years of use. In the driveway playing a game of one on one is BRETT (38) Nate and Ginger’s middle child, and his daughter, SIENNA (8 going on 15). Sienna steals the ball from her dad when he is distracted by the mini-van pulling into the driveway. Nate and Ginger get out of the van.

 

GINGER

                  What are you guys doing here?

SIENNA

                  Dad’s losing.

BRETT

                  Sure I am.

                              (Brett fakes to the left, goes right, gets around Sienna

                               and makes a slam dunk)

                  Ha! Take that!

                              (the ball rolls limply into some side bushes and Brett

                               goes over to hug his mother.)

                  We are here to get our tents.

NATE

                  Good luck, your mother has been reorganizing things.

 

Nate walks up to the pad-locked garage, unlocks it and opens the doors to reveal a lifetime of family memories and discarded junk. Everything from baby furniture to holiday decorations is piled precariously. Sienna runs in and grabs a 6ft. stuffed bunny that falls over her like a drunken relative at the end of a wedding.

 

SIENNA

                  I remember this guy! I love him.

BRETT

                  Don’t pull stuff down, look for camping gear.

GINGER

                  Just give me a second.

                              (she closes her eyes to imagine where she put things)

                  To the left of Easter and just right of Halloween, next to

                  the fourth of July.

                              (she smiles confidently as she opens her eyes)

BRETT

                  So in other words, somewhere in the garage.

GINGER

                  Exactly! We’ll need the big ice chest too, the metal one. If

                  you see it, grab it.

 

Ginger turns to leave while Nate and Brett move further into the garage as best they can, making their way past giant Easter eggs, plastic ghosts, a baby swing and multi-packs of paper towels. Nate points to his right.

 

NATE

                  Look, I see a folding chair. In fact, I think it’s the same

                  exact chair we just bought four more of. I knew they looked

                  familiar. We must need that area over there.

 

They move in un-piling more things as the camera pulls back to Sienna struggling to button the giant bunny into a Santa suit. Once achieved, she drags him over to the garage doorway where there is a pencil tied to the wall on a piece of string. Next to it are the markings of the kid’s measurements throughout the years. She sits the bunny against the wall.

 

 

SIENNA

                  Dad, throw me your phone.

BRETT

                  Kind of busy here.

SIENNA

                              (climbing over to him and reaching out)

                  Just toss it.

 

Brett pulls out his phone and hands it to her. She runs back to the bunny. She snaps a picture. A close up of the phone shows that she is posting the picture to Twitter with the hash tag, “he does exist!”

 

BRETT

                              (off screen)

                  Found it!

CUT TO:

 

EXT . THE DRIVEWAY – DAY

Brett and Nate walk up to Sienna who is still fussing with the bunny.

 

BRETT

                              (to Sienna)

                  That about does it. Are you ready to go?

SIENNA

                  Almost. Measure me. I think I’ve grown.

 

Nate takes the pencil and marks just above her head.

 

NATE

                  I think you are right. You are gaining on your cousin, Beau.

SIENNA

                  I should be, he’s three months younger than me. Now measure

Dad. I think he’s shrinking.

                              (Brett gently pushes her & she smiles)

                  Old age does that, right?

NATE

                  Watch it.

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About bridgetstraub

Author, Artist & Mom. First novel "Searching for My Wand" was published in December 2011
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