Post by Alex O on Oct 22, 2003 18:29:18 GMT -5
I’m hoping to make a film next spring, and this is one of the stories I’m considering. Would you please help me by giving me your comments and ideas?
Near a small town nestled among the rugged mountains of the American Southwest, a pack of scavenging wolves has discovered a cache of WWII army rations. The rations, exposed to early nuclear weapons testing, are radioactive and transform them into radioactive werewolves.
Driven wild by their newfound powers, the werewolves raid the local town stealing food and slaughtering everyone that gets in their way. The surviving townspeople find shelter wherever they can, but the werewolves know it is only a matter of time before the trapped people have to leave for food and water.
Meanwhile a pack of Cub Scouts has been camping in the nearby mountains overlooking town. As they hike into the outskirts of town, the Cub Scouts see wolf tracks all over ground, and from the pattern of the tracks, it’s clear the werewolves have been on a hunt. Like little Indians, the Cub Scouts stealthily creep into town and see deserted streets, boarded-up windows, and mangled, half-eaten bodies lying in the streets.
The Scouts retreat back to the safety of the mountains and build a concealed fort. From this fort they wage a series of deadly blitzkrieg raids on the werewolves in town. The Cub Scouts’ most successful raids are at night when they can follow the glowing green silhouettes of the radioactive werewolves. Little Timmy, the smallest of the Cub Scouts, takes the skin of a slain wolf and makes wolf disguise out of it. Covered by the wolfskin, he creeps into town on all fours and infiltrates a meeting of the High Werewolves Council. Little Timmy overhears their master plan to transform the town into a breeding ground for a race of werewolves. He also hears their plan to raid and kidnap a squad of cheerleaders hiding in the locker room of a nearby school, so he goes and rescues them.
Back at the Cub Scout’s mountain fortress, the boys and girls gather around the fire. They realize time is short so they discuss plans for an all-out assault on the werewolves. The first one discussed, Plan A, is to directly engage the werewolves in hand-to-hand combat. It’s the only way they can plunge the daggers directly into the werewolves’ hearts and be certain of killing them. They realize that if the werewolves escape to the wild, they can replenish their numbers by contaminating other werewolves. Plan B is to ambush the werewolves and attack them with silver-tipped arrows from a safe distance. Timmy doesn’t like this plan and says it won’t work because it will be too hard to hit them in the heart – they’ll only be wounded and will escape. He says that after a few days they’ll be healed and will return. In spite of little Timmy’s protest, the Cub Scouts vote and decide upon Plan B – to ambush the werewolves from a distance. They decide the cheerleaders are going to serve as bait and draw the werewolves out of their hiding places, and when the werewolves spot them, the girls will run into a nearby abandoned warehouse where the Cub Scouts will be waiting with silver-tipped arrows, nets, and improvised flamethrowers.
That night the girls, tired and dusty, strip down and bathe in a cool mountain stream. The stream is only a few inches deep, so their upper bodies are illuminated by the soft silvery light of the moon. Everyone is tired from the day’s adventure, and the Cub Scouts generously allow the girls to share their tents with them. The grateful cheerleaders cuddle up next to the Scouts and kiss them good night.
They awake at dawn the next day for the battle. They creep up to the outskirts of town, and at the signal, the girls run through the town wearing nothing but their panties and bras. The werewolves are too fast for them, and disaster strikes as the werewolves block them from getting to the safety of the warehouse. The girls make it to a telephone booth, but it’s only a few minutes until the werewolves tunnel their way in. Timmy yells out that there is no choice but to go in and save them.
The Cub Scouts plunge in, and the tide of the battle shifts back and forth so that it’s impossible to tell who’s winning. The battle is fierce and bloody, and the Cub Scouts’ formidable hand-to-hand combat training is barely a match for the razor sharp claws and fangs of the werewolves. At the climatic moment, Timmy and the Captain of the Werewolves are locked in a mortal embrace, the wolf tearing at Timmy’s throat, and Timmy trying to plunge his Swiss army knife deep into the wolf’s cold black heart.
Just then little Ricky, a handicapped Cub Scout in a wheelchair, emerges with his trusty Red Ryder 200-shot BB gun with compass in the stock. His steely eyes locks the gun’s sight onto the werewolves and slowly he picks them off one by one, sinking deadly silver BB’s deep into their furry hearts. The werewolves are fierce and relentless, but cannot withstand this new onslaught and fall until there are none left.
The battle is finally over, and one of the Cub Scouts plays his bugle to let the townspeople that help has arrived. The townspeople, knowing full well that werewolves can’t play a bugle that well, slowly peer out from behind their doors. They can’t believe their eyes – the bodies of the werewolves are piled up in a big heap in the town square. At the top of the pile is Little Timmy, his eyes ablaze with blue fire; in his outstretched hand is the severed head of the leader of the wolf pack.
That night the town celebrates by building a huge bonfire from the werewolves’ bodies, the flames of which can be seen for miles.
[Camera focuses on bonfire, then zooms out. Town gets smaller and smaller until the only thing that can be seen is the light from the bonfire.]
Valley of the Werewolves
Near a small town nestled among the rugged mountains of the American Southwest, a pack of scavenging wolves has discovered a cache of WWII army rations. The rations, exposed to early nuclear weapons testing, are radioactive and transform them into radioactive werewolves.
Driven wild by their newfound powers, the werewolves raid the local town stealing food and slaughtering everyone that gets in their way. The surviving townspeople find shelter wherever they can, but the werewolves know it is only a matter of time before the trapped people have to leave for food and water.
Meanwhile a pack of Cub Scouts has been camping in the nearby mountains overlooking town. As they hike into the outskirts of town, the Cub Scouts see wolf tracks all over ground, and from the pattern of the tracks, it’s clear the werewolves have been on a hunt. Like little Indians, the Cub Scouts stealthily creep into town and see deserted streets, boarded-up windows, and mangled, half-eaten bodies lying in the streets.
The Scouts retreat back to the safety of the mountains and build a concealed fort. From this fort they wage a series of deadly blitzkrieg raids on the werewolves in town. The Cub Scouts’ most successful raids are at night when they can follow the glowing green silhouettes of the radioactive werewolves. Little Timmy, the smallest of the Cub Scouts, takes the skin of a slain wolf and makes wolf disguise out of it. Covered by the wolfskin, he creeps into town on all fours and infiltrates a meeting of the High Werewolves Council. Little Timmy overhears their master plan to transform the town into a breeding ground for a race of werewolves. He also hears their plan to raid and kidnap a squad of cheerleaders hiding in the locker room of a nearby school, so he goes and rescues them.
Back at the Cub Scout’s mountain fortress, the boys and girls gather around the fire. They realize time is short so they discuss plans for an all-out assault on the werewolves. The first one discussed, Plan A, is to directly engage the werewolves in hand-to-hand combat. It’s the only way they can plunge the daggers directly into the werewolves’ hearts and be certain of killing them. They realize that if the werewolves escape to the wild, they can replenish their numbers by contaminating other werewolves. Plan B is to ambush the werewolves and attack them with silver-tipped arrows from a safe distance. Timmy doesn’t like this plan and says it won’t work because it will be too hard to hit them in the heart – they’ll only be wounded and will escape. He says that after a few days they’ll be healed and will return. In spite of little Timmy’s protest, the Cub Scouts vote and decide upon Plan B – to ambush the werewolves from a distance. They decide the cheerleaders are going to serve as bait and draw the werewolves out of their hiding places, and when the werewolves spot them, the girls will run into a nearby abandoned warehouse where the Cub Scouts will be waiting with silver-tipped arrows, nets, and improvised flamethrowers.
That night the girls, tired and dusty, strip down and bathe in a cool mountain stream. The stream is only a few inches deep, so their upper bodies are illuminated by the soft silvery light of the moon. Everyone is tired from the day’s adventure, and the Cub Scouts generously allow the girls to share their tents with them. The grateful cheerleaders cuddle up next to the Scouts and kiss them good night.
They awake at dawn the next day for the battle. They creep up to the outskirts of town, and at the signal, the girls run through the town wearing nothing but their panties and bras. The werewolves are too fast for them, and disaster strikes as the werewolves block them from getting to the safety of the warehouse. The girls make it to a telephone booth, but it’s only a few minutes until the werewolves tunnel their way in. Timmy yells out that there is no choice but to go in and save them.
The Cub Scouts plunge in, and the tide of the battle shifts back and forth so that it’s impossible to tell who’s winning. The battle is fierce and bloody, and the Cub Scouts’ formidable hand-to-hand combat training is barely a match for the razor sharp claws and fangs of the werewolves. At the climatic moment, Timmy and the Captain of the Werewolves are locked in a mortal embrace, the wolf tearing at Timmy’s throat, and Timmy trying to plunge his Swiss army knife deep into the wolf’s cold black heart.
Just then little Ricky, a handicapped Cub Scout in a wheelchair, emerges with his trusty Red Ryder 200-shot BB gun with compass in the stock. His steely eyes locks the gun’s sight onto the werewolves and slowly he picks them off one by one, sinking deadly silver BB’s deep into their furry hearts. The werewolves are fierce and relentless, but cannot withstand this new onslaught and fall until there are none left.
The battle is finally over, and one of the Cub Scouts plays his bugle to let the townspeople that help has arrived. The townspeople, knowing full well that werewolves can’t play a bugle that well, slowly peer out from behind their doors. They can’t believe their eyes – the bodies of the werewolves are piled up in a big heap in the town square. At the top of the pile is Little Timmy, his eyes ablaze with blue fire; in his outstretched hand is the severed head of the leader of the wolf pack.
That night the town celebrates by building a huge bonfire from the werewolves’ bodies, the flames of which can be seen for miles.
[Camera focuses on bonfire, then zooms out. Town gets smaller and smaller until the only thing that can be seen is the light from the bonfire.]
That's already been done. However, I have to agree with Mikey; there is a BIG distiction between toxic wolves and werewolves.