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SCENE SIXTEEN "THE VOW OF SILENCE"

EXT. A WOODED TRAIL - DAY

HESS and the VIKING continue down a long winding trail with PIMPLE following. PIMPLE has been rambling on for the last few hours and our HEROS are growing impatient.

OLD MAN (V.O.)

After narrowly escaping da clutches uff da blackest knight uff all, my fautter, Hess, und liddle Pimple worked dere way back to da Sorcerer's castle.

HESS and the VIKING try to ignore PIMPLE.

PIMPLE

... and then when I turned seven, I kept hoping that birthday would be special, I hoped I’d get a red sled, that’s all I wanted, one big red sled... Hey! That rhymes!! Red sled... bread, dead, instead, Ethelred, Mister Ed! I could be like Cruelex! Hey Hess! I could be like Cruelex, Hess, hey.

HESS

(ignoring PIMPLE) Ya, just like Cruelex.

PIMPLE

Mister Crabby Pants, hey! I rhyme like Cruelex, hey... Mister Crabby Viking man.

VIKING

(unemotional) Ya rhyme, good...

PIMPLE

(singing) Cruelex, Cruelex, bo boolex, banana fanna fo foolex, bee bye bo boolex, Cruelex! I made up a song! What do you think guys?

Our HEROS are unimpressed.

PIMPLE (cont’d)

Pimple, Pimple bo bimple, banana fanna fo fimple, bee bye bo, bimple, Pimple!

A group of wayward MONKS converge on the same trail our HEROS are walking on.

PIMPLE notices them as the VIKING and HESS continue walking down the trail.

PIMPLE (cont’d)

Good day monks! Sure is a hot day isn’t it?! I sure would hate to be wearing a hot robe on a day as hot as today! Is it hot for you guys?

The MONKS do not answer.

PIMPLE (cont’d)

I’m good at rhyming, would you like to hear me rhyme?! I could rhyme for you... what do you say, huh?

PIMPLE runs to catch up to HESS.

PIMPLE (cont’d)

Hess, why don’t they talk?

HESS

They can’t answer you, they’re monks!

PIMPLE doesn’t understand.

HESS (cont’d)

They’ve taken a vow of silence, if they speak just once, they must commit ritual suicide.

PIMPLE

(to himself) They have to commit suicide?

PIMPLE runs back to the MONKS

PIMPLE (cont’d)

You guys can’t talk? I would hate that! I don’t think I could do it... especially now, when I’m such a good rhymer! Vow of silence! That must be tough at, like, parties and stuff, ya know! Hey I bet you guys are, sort of, really good listeners, huh? That means you’ll hear my rhymes really good! Okay... Monks, Monks, bo bunks, banana fanna fo funks, bee bye bo bunks, Monks! I bet you wish you could join right in!

MONK ONE

(angrily to PIMPLE) Would you shut up!

MONK TWO

(to MONK ONE) You talked!!!

MONK ONE and MONK TWO both realize they have spoken. They snap blades from the crosses they carry and plunge them into their bellies. MONK ONE and MONK TWO drop into the grass as PIMPLE and MONK THREE look on.

MONK THREE

Well, at least I didn’t say anything.

MONK THREE realizes he too has spoken so he stabs himself in a similar manor. The wide-eyed PIMPLE runs to catch up with our HEROS (who both saw nothing).

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