Saturday, 19 September 2009

Avril the Yawnosaur dives into Celtx

Following from class where we were introduced to all manner of script and character breakdown techniques. We were shown Celtx, a piece of open source software that can manage the scripting process. So I created a much more official looking script/screenplay for Avril the Yawnosaur. The software is designed so I could detail every aspect of the production and its elements, but I have done enough for us to work with so far.



Here is the script in all its new glory. It is 5.5 pages which is still a bit too long (we only have 5 mins max). The version below has already been edited down to 3 creatures, so it will be tougher now to find more to cut. (darn it, Blogger stripped out my formatting)


Avril the Yawnosaur

By

Graham Hannah
(With Kylie, Olivia and Ying)






INT.AVRILS_PLACE

CORRIDOR OUTSIDE AVRIL’S ROOM (DOOR AJAR, SIGN SAYS "AVRIL’S
PLACE")

DAD approaches door quietly - peers inside

FROM INSIDE WE SEE THE DOOR CREEP OPEN AND THE FATHER IS
SEEN LOOKING IN.

AVRIL
(tired but happy)
Daddy

DAD
Hi Little one, are you still awake

Dad moves to the bed

AVRIL
I couldnt sleep

Dad sits on the edge of the bed

Avril does a big yawn

DAD
awww that’s a big yawn, you look
pretty sleepy to me

Both smiling

AVRIL
Can you tell me a story

DAD
hmmm really, you cheeky little one

AVRIL
please

DAD
Ok then, if you lie down and rest

Alicia nestles down and Dad tells the story with facial
animation, actions and even sound effects.

DAD
This is a story from a long time
ago ... actually a very very long
time ago ... back in the mystical
times of dinocreatures, flying
lizards, ginormous insects and
birds with spiky teeth.

PAGE 2

As the story is told, cartoon-like images of the creatures
appear and move about on the walls of the room - showing
Avril’s imagination playout out there.

DAD
This is the story of young Avril
the Yawnosaur, who was only little
and often had trouble getting to
sleep in the jungle.

The jungle where she was growing up
was filled with all manner of
strange creatures that made an
equally amazing range of sounds and
noises. The various residents moved
around on the forest floor, climbed
slowly up the giant trees, swung
madly through the branches and even
soared above the treetops.

Though Avril believed she would one
day be something special, she hadnt
managed to master any of her
lessons.

On this very night, little Avril
just couldnt get to sleep. All the
other Yawnosaurs in her tribe were
already snoozing, they all lay
quietly, oblivious to all the
jungle sounds that kept Avril
awake.

First there was the Stompadon, he
was the biggest and hairiest of all
the creatures in the jungle and
tonight he was obviously out
looking for his comb. Finding even
his huge comb at night wasnt easy
and his thunderous feet were
stomping and stomping and stomping.
stomp stomp stomp.

High in the trees a pair of
Poposaurususes were doing their
version of song, which included the
occasional POP so loud that a new
set of leaves would be blasted from
the trees and slowly waft their way
slowly all the way down to the
forest floor ... POP

Then there was a lone
pteranoscreech swooping and

PAGE 3

squeeling high above the dense
canopy of trees, but the sound
still managed to make its way all
the way down to little Avril’s
ears. Pteranoscreeches learn to
talk by scraping their long claws
on blackrocks high in the
mountains. By the sound of things,
this one must have done lots of
practice. Screeeech Screeech

Little Avril was still small for a
Yawnosaur, but she did a nice big
yawn.

YAWN

Nothing seemed to change, she
looked around her sleeping family,
hoping that one would wake up to
help her. They all slept quietly
though, despite the stomps, pops
and screeches echoing through the
green jungle.

Composing herself, she did another
yawn ...

YAAWN

Maybe they were right, the sounds
almost seemed louder than ever.

Avril the little Yawnosaur then
took a deep breath, composed
herself and did her biggest yawn
yet.

YAAAAWN.

Can you yawn like little Avril?

Avril does a big yawn as well (she now yawns along with Dad)

DAD
At first the jungle seems just as
noisy, but then Avril hears the
sound of something very large
nestling down to sleep, soon
followed by some very hairy
snoring. It must have worked, the
Stompadon was no longer stomping.

PAGE 4

Listening, Avril could still hear
the occasional POP from the
Poposaurususes and the distant but
piercing cry of the Pteranoscreech.

Avril smiled, proud of her first
success, but then the loud POP from
high in the trees and that ear
splitting screech reminded her of
how hard that was already. She was
amazed all the other creatures
could sleep with the POPs and
Screeches still going.

OK, she composed herself and let
out her biggest yawn yet.

YAAAAAAAAWN

Avril and Dad both smile after yawning.

DAD
Avril hears a peculiar sound then,
a rather strange long pooooop
sound. after that no more leaves
are seen falling from high up in
the trees. The Poposaurususes must
be sleeping now as well.

Avril hoped that this last yawn had
done the trick, what could resist
that yawn after all. But it wasnt
long before she heard that chilling
squeal again. Was there anything
she could do about the
Pteranoscreech soaring so high
above the jungle where she was
trying to get to sleep.

Avril wriggled her shoulders,
getting ready, looked around at her
sleeping family one more time
before letting out the biggest yawn
the jungle would ever see.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN

Avril and Dad do huge yawns. Alicia blinks a little
afterwards - looking extra sleepy.

DAD
That last yawn took alot out of
little Avril and she found her head

PAGE 5

DAD (cont’d)
resting gently against her mossy
pillow. The jungle was quiet now,
she wondered if the screeches would
continue. She listened hard for the
sound of the pteranoscreech,
wanting to be sure - but she found
it hard to concentrate, feeling
sleepier and sleepier and sleepier.

Avril falling asleep, Dad talking more quietly now.

DAD
The jungle was now quiet, only the
soft sounds of sleep weaving around
the tall trees. The Stompadon’s
enormous hairy chest rising and
falling with each slow breath. The
sound of his soothing snores
wafting up to where the pair of
Poposaurususes slept peacefully.
Lastly no more screeching could be
heard and all the Yawnosaurs
dreamed the most beautiful dreams.
The best dream of all was saved for
little Avril, who dreamed of
sleeping, sleeping and more
sleeping.

Dad slides a loose hair across Avril’s forehead

DAD
(whispering)
sweet dreams my little creature.

FADE AWAY (BACKING MUSIC CONTINUES)

CREDITS ROLL

The Pteranoscreech plummets to the ground with a thud
sleeping soundly :-)

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