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nfincorperated

The Number Code
By N. Lee Fisher


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Author’s Forward
I would firstly like to thank God for helping the making of this novel a possibility and a reality. I would also like to thank...
While reading this novel, one may become confused with with some terms. Numbers that go over ten, mean that person was destined for two jobs. Ex: 1.31.6. Metts are the money used in this country. Group A consists of the mentally retarded, autistic, and anyone physically handicapped. Group B consists of the gifted ones. C is short for Cementavoshbistamoi and is equivalent to Mr. or Master. Cléesta is equivalent to Ms. or Mrs. D is this world’s word for depression. These are all used as titles. Ex: A. Seven Milkman. One may also wonder how Three Nizinson can characterize people’s looks as Middle Eastern, Chinese, etc. The answer is that these regions of of our earth, are nothing but the way you look in this society.


MIND THE GRAMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some Common Names
0) Destined for nothing
1) Destined to be a builder
1.3) Destined to be a computer programmer
1.6) Destined to be an actor/ model
2) Destined to be a psychiatrist / psychologist
2.3) Destined to be a computer programmer
2.32) Destined to work for the movie industry
3) Destined to be an artist/ sculpture
3.25) Destined to be a chef or waitress
3.3) Destined to be a writer
4) Destined to be a Priest/ Rabbi
4.5) Destined to be a janitor
5.3) Destined to be an engineer
5.7) Destined to be a Scientist
6) Destined to be a mail man/ woman
6.4) Destined to be an inventor
6.5) Destined to be a speaker
6.7) Destined to be a nurse
7) Destined to be a store employee
7.3) Destined to work for the government
7.4) Destined to be a business man
8) Destined to work for the News
8.5) Destined to be a maid
8.7) Destined to work as an office-aid
9)Destined to be a sports player
9.4) Destined to be a model
9.6) Destined to be a teacher or principal
9.99)Destined to be a lawyer/ attorney
10) Destined to work in a school
10.1)Destined to be a doctor

PLEASE HAVE NAME FILLED OUT 13 DAYS AFTER BIRTH ARRIVAL. FAILURE TO DO SUCH COULD RESULT IN A 15,000 METTS FINE OR IMPRISONMENT FOR A YEAR

Child’s first and last name:
Three Nizinson

Chapter One- The Meaning of D

Over thirteen years Later..
Hello. My name is Three Nizinson. People put down my hopeless wanna-be in being someone else. They say my parent’s willing my name is god’s will. I have to be an artist because I was named Three. I can’t draw two dots and have no choice. The problem with that is that I don’t have the characteristics to be an artist. I’d make a good lawyer, but never will be. When I’m 14, I’m responsible for a job. Artist’s don’t go to College. They have to have all their training on their back when they turn 14. I have none. If group A or B people can change their jobs because they don’t like it or aren’t capable- I should be able too.
And I thought things couldn’t get worse. They did. I’m was charged with label D today. If that stays on me, I won’t ever be able to get a job and be brought to prison for ten years because of such. And if can’t find one in a month, back to prison. I have until I’m 14 to work this out. What’s going happen in school tomorrow? The teachers will call everyone C. /Cléesta And me? I’ll be called D. DThree Nizinson. What will my friends say when they find out I became D? I need help. That’s all I know. I’ll have to ask 7 Rothenson. He’s the closest psychologist I’ll ever get to my age. He’s 16. He graduated 2 years early from College .
“D! DThree Nizinson! Three!”
“Wah”
“Three, school started 5 minutes ago. Get Up!”
I looked up; it was my sister; 83.3. She had a very thin, pale face. She had blond hair and was 6”3.. She was the oldest in the family; 22 years old. Always working. She had two jobs. She was a newswoman for channel 74 and also a well renown writer of thirty-two books so far. I looked at her tired blue eyes. “You look tired.” She giggled
“Ah, yes. I was finishing a chapter last night.” She stood there looking at me.
“Uh, can I get dressed?”
“Of course, of course,” she said embarrassedly.
I arrived at school.
“D. Nizinson. Why are you so late,” the teacher inquired.
“Woke up late.” I looked around. Some people had their mouths open, others appeared to be laughing, others had no expression.”
“Just because you are D does not excuse you from school. I hope you realize that. Please sit down.”
“Yes C. Latalader.”
“Now the distributive property- could you read the grey box- Nine Mishkin?”
“Sure. The distributive property states that...”

My head was drooping for the whole lunch.
“Hey, Three- Why are you a D?” I looked up. It was 1 Lavatsky. I responded ‘Shut up’ and moved to an empty table. Later, I heard some girl that I didn’t know telling me how much of a jerk Lavatsky was and I shouldn’t be upset about being a D. ‘It happens to lots of people.’ She was about 5”4, dark brown hair, green eyes, and the palest face I’ve ever seen.
I needed to ask Seven Rothenson if he’d work with me in therapy, but I couldn’t find him. I went to the office. “Hello, do you have 7 Rothenson’s phone number?”
“Which one?”
“The one in 10th grade.”
“Oh, you mean B7.”
“Whatever, do you have it?”
“Yes I do. 44-776-0077. Should I write it down for you?”
“Thats okay. I have a good memory. Good Day.”
“Good day to you too, C.”
I walked out of the building. Someone yelled ‘Bye D’. It appeared to be my English teacher but I’m not sure. Why does everyone have to know I’m D? What was that number? 44-76-0077...44-776-0077...44-776-0077... I kept repeating that number in my head.

I arrived home. I picked up the phone and dialed 44-776-0077...
“Hello”
“Hello, could I talk to B7 Rothenson?”
“This is his sister, 8.5. He’ll be here in about 2 minutes. I don’t think it’ll be worth it to hang up the phone. He has so many phone calls these days. Its hard to talk two words out of him. But you could hang up. You’ll probably have to wait an hour or so if you do.”
“I’ll stay.”
“Okay. So... Where do you live?”
“Benskin Road right off-”
“Benskin Road! Do you know the Ettson family?”
“Yeah. I know all of them. They’re my neighbor.”
“Well then you know 8.5. She’s my best friend.”
“I don’t like her-”
“Why?”
“She’s a bit bossy.”
“Realy? She never bosses me around. You should talk to her more. If it wasn’t for her I’d still be a D today. You’re a D, right?”
“Yeah,” I groaned.
“Did you know that 67% of all people in Ontesselo; where we live, have became D before they turn 20? Only about 12% are diagnosed though.”
“It sucks being D.”
“It realy does. All my friends hated me when they found out I was D. ‘Cept for 6.”
“Did you work with B7?
“No, it was when I was thirteen. Five years ago. He was eleven.”
“Anyway, it was nice talking to you, Sev’s ready.”
“Hello.”
“Hello. This is Three Nizinson. I wanted to know about D therapy.
“I’m willing. If I can finish with you in 10 sessions or less there’ll be no charge.”
“Why”
“I know you, you’re a nice guy and I’m a nice guy. Do you want to come here to have therapy, or should I go to you?”
“I’ll go to you. I don’t know what my parent’s reaction would be if they found out I was working with you. Where do you live?”
“Tell me where you live and I’ll tell tell you how to get to my house. You don’t know Rezever street is by any chance?”
“No clue. I live on Benskin Road right by Three’s Market.”
“So I’ll tell you how to get here from Three’s Market from the back entrance. There’s a black path. Keep following the path and it’ll take you to Mainstron St. Cross Mainstron and go strait to the end of the block. Then make a right and walk 2 blocks strait. My house is a block to the left and my address is 55187. Is 7 pm Sunday a good day and time?”
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
“Be well.”
“You too. Bye.” I hung up the phone and wrote the directions down. I couldn’t afford to forget this, even though I’d probably remember.
I finished my homework and was about to make myself some dinner and 83.3 nearly screamed at me.
“Three, don’t make yourself anything. I made soup and pizza.”
“Ok, ok, you don’t have to be so upset.”
“I’m not upset. But don’t waste cooked food.”
We sat down to eat. I don’t remember if we talked or not. I was very tired then. I went down to go to sleep and was waken some hours later by a fire siren. I didn’t go back to bed. I walked down stairs. My brother, 8, was asleep on the sofa. 5 years old my brother was. I wondered what would happen if I was told when I was 5 what I’m going through now. Wondering... I looked at the clock. It read 11:2 5 pm. I wanted to call someone. Who? Who do I want to call. Before I had time to think, the phone rang.
“Hello, Three Nizinson speaking:
“Three, How’s it going? It’s Mom.” Why was my mom calling so late?
“Good, Thank G-d. When will you be back?”
“Tomorrow afternoon or late tonight. Dad and I are arguing whether we should drive back tonight or tomorrow morning. If I get my way we’re going back tonight. Dad says he’s tired. It is a four and a half hours drive back. But still. We get to save 132 Metts for the hotel and we haven’t seen you in a week. We’ll see. Wanna talk to Dad?”
“Sure.”
“Hello 3. “
“Hi, how was the trip?”
“Eznia is a wonderful island. They have everything there. They have all sorts of museums. We went to the to The History of Art and The 1700s. And The Swimming Aquarium-- there’s nothing like it! And the Imax theature- amazing! We evan got to 20 minutes film of The Giant!
“Awesome. Did you go to the beach?
“Wanted to. Didn’t have anytime. So busy.”
“So be well Dad. I understand you might be coming back tonight?
“Your mother wants to. Sometimes I just don’t understand her. I don’t have enough energy to drive. I’ll fall asleep on the wheel.”
“Can she drive?”
“Huh! She hasn’t driven trips in years. You know your mother.”
“I’ll leave that argument with you. Good Bye.”
“Bubye” I hung up. I still wasn’t tired. Should I carry 8 to his room? I opted to do so. I picked him up, went upstairs and set him in bed. Why wasn’t he with us for dinner? Oh. He was playing with a friend. Did he eat? Should I wake him up and ask? If I should ask anyone it should be 83.3. She ought to know. I walked downstairs 83.3 was typing a novel, The End and Beginning of the World.
“Watsup?”
“Not much. Did 8 get to eat dinner?”
“No, come to think of it.”
“Do you think I should wake him up?”
“No, he’ll live.”
“k.”
“Its 11:30, you should be going to bed.”
“I did take a nap.”
“Even so. You need more sleep. You never get enough of it.” I went upstairs to my room and went to bed. The end of Monday.

It wasn’t until fairly late Wednesday that my parents arrived. ‘They wanted to see Uncle 7.4.’ How they agreed on that I had know idea. School was worse. The girl who called Lavatsky a jerk started talking to me. Her name was 7.4 Sevenson. She was nice but an immature loser. Should I keep talking to her? I don’t know. Another stresser. I failed my Math test on Wednesday. I had to have it signed and returned. My Dad gave me a 10 minute lecture on why math is important and then signed it. That night wasn’t a good one.
All of my anxieties exploded on me! I didn’t what to do. Then I saw it: a knife. A nice, sharp knife. I impulsively grabbed and made a nice gash of blood on my lower wrist. Then my leg. Then I realized what I was doing, I had to stop! This was realy bad. My leg and arm bleeding with blood, I went down stairs and had some tea. Then, I turned on the TV. 45 minutes or so later, I glanced at my watch. It was 11:13. I turned the TV off, forgotten about my troubles and went to bed.

7.4 asked me what happened to my wrist. Before I had time to respond, someone else said, ‘He’s D stupid. D people do that.’
“Is that true?”
“Yes.” There was a pause for a couple of minutes.
“Where Do you live?”I didn’t realy want to tell her, but I told her anyway:
“Benskin Road 34759. I’m a block away from Three’s Market.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I came over?”
“If I’m not in a bad mood.” She smiles at me. “What’s that for?”
“Nothing, just nothing.”
The day ended. I was walking around in a class room absent mindedly. The day was over and I didn’t feel up to walking home. I would catch the bus at 4. I was about to fall asleep, but then I saw something. The janitor was running down the hall. I saw something else. I wasn’t sure what it was. It’s was coming closer. Smoke! It was coming in from the hallway. Quickly, I used the emergency escape which took me outside. Someone grabbed me by the arm. It was principal Rejeer!
“So what was this all about, 3?”
“What”
“The smoke, the fire?”
“I didn’t do it. I swear.”
“You were the only left in the building. Plus, you’re D.”
“I didn’t, please believe me!”
“The school’s taking taking you to court this Monday. 9:00 am. Be there. Because of you, we’re going to have to move the building for two months or so! God! Go away before I kill you!” I walked away. I don’t know any lawyers. How was I supposed to get one? I’ll ask 83.3. Maybe she’ll know.
I arrived home. “Hi Mom.”
“Hi 3.”
“Is 83.3 here?”
“Downstairs.”
“Thanks.” I walked downstairs. 83.3 was asleep on her computer chair. I moved the chair back and forth. She was still asleep. “83.3,” I yelled!”
“That does not justify you to destroy the bookcase!”
“83.3, its me; 3.”
“Huh? 3, 3! You’re my brother! Why did you wake me up?”
“Something very important. Please come up to my room.”
“I’m coming,” she said sleepishly.
“You’re coming now.” I grabbed her by the arm. She followed me up to my room.
“What’s this all about?”
I sighed. “I’m being summoned to court on Monday for burning the school down-
“Wow! Did you realy?
“No”
“By the way, please don’t Mom and Dad this. If they hear about it, they hear about it- please don’t tell. I wanted to know if you knew and lawyers.”
“I know some around, 3. But they’re expensive around 3- 5,000 Metts each . You don’t have that money. I mean you can always use an government lawyer for free, but they’re considered unreliable. I’ll see if I can help you some more. Monday, too soon.” She left the room. 7.4 called to ask to come over. ‘How did she get my phone number?’ She had asked the office. I told her she could come over tomorrow. I seriously doubted we’d have school tomorrow. ‘Why?’ I don’t want to talk about it. She asked if she should call tomorrow to say when. No, anytime was okay. It was the shortest conversation I’d ever had with her. I went to bed. The bloody knife was staring at me on my dresser. I don’t know why I didn’t cut that night. Maybe it was 7.4 who distracted me from my troubles. Who knows? The end of Thursday.
I woke up to 83.3 on the radio saying:
“8? Did you hear what happened to Ontesselo Middle School?”
“I heard half the building burned down.”
“School thinks they’ve found the burner. A kid by the name of D3 Nizinson.”
“ Trial will be held on Monday 9:00 in the Brur Court in Downtown Ontesselo. I believe that its on William and Dob. Right?
“Yeah.”
“All are welcome to come and participate as jury.”
“That’s right 83.3. In fact, for the first time ever, the court case will be on live on channel 6- Judge 9.99 Mandy.”
“She always cracks me up.”
“Me too.” There was a short pause. “Wow! It’s 10:30.”
“Time flies.”
“All right. This is channel 74,I’m 8 Roberst.”
“And I’m 83.3 Nizinson.” A commercial went on:
“Tired of cleaning nothing off messes?”
“I wish they had a cure for that,” a man said!
“Now they do! Wiper! Unlike your other name brands, Wi-” I turned the radio off. I went downstairs and made some breakfast. Then I watched the Nons VS. the Sprinters football game. After the Nons won, I started reading my sister’s book, One Million Worlds Away. I would have continued reading it for hours, if its wasn’t for on page seventeen, when the doorbell rung. I went to open the door.
“Hello. Come in.” It was 7.4 Sevenson.
“Hi. How’r you doing?”
“Good. You?”
“Quite fine.”
“Can I get your coat?”
“Sure.” She gave me her coat and I put it in the closet. “So, I heard about you on the news.”
“Which one?”
“The 1:00 News.”
“Oh. I woke to myself to the 10:00.”
“The principal spoke and everything. Why did you do it?”
“I didn’t do it!”
“The evidence seems pretty convincing.”
“I DIDN’T DO IT,” I yelled!
“Okay, okay.”
“Bye the way, you don’t by any chance know a lawyer?”
“My sister; 9.99 is an under grad in her last year.”
“Hm. Do you think she’d be able to help me? I don’t have any money though.”
“I dunno. I’ll ask her. Oh, bye the way- I finished one of you’re sister’s books.”
“Which one?”
“The World of Two Nerds. I liked the book, not the ending.” “Same here.”
“She’ll with god’s help come out with The End and Beginning of the World in June.
“What’s that about?
“Well, its about an alien that comes to our world, he teaches people how to make robots, and then the robots destroy ever living thing. Then, it talks about what happens in robot life.”
“Sounds interesting.” We talked and talked. 7.4 left at about 5. Around 7:30, I received a call from 7.4 Sevenson:
“Hello. This is 7.4 Sevenson, could I speak with 3?”
“Speaking.”
“3, my sister’s willing to be a lawyer for you. No, she doesn’t want any money. ‘It’d be good practice.’ she says ”
“Could I talk to her?”
“Sure. Tipple 9! 9.99!”
“Hello. This is 9.99 Sevenson.”
“Hi. I’m willing to use you. Could we meet Saturday at 7 pm?”
“7 pm would be fine. Now, I don’t live with 7.4 normally. I’m normally in the dorm at Lomdin Law School.
“That’s a good half an hour drive. I’ll have to get a ride.”
“FYI, there’s a bus from Ontesselo Middle School to Lomdin Law School. It’s still running evan though the school’s not.” I heard a beep.
“Hold on.”
“Hello.”
“Hello, this is 10.1 Lawman from Rofeh Hospital. I regret to inform you of the passing of 7.4 Heydt. He died from a car crash.”
“Uncle 7.4?!”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” Oh God! This too!
“Thank you.”
“My job.” I hung up.
“Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes. As I was saying: There’s a public bus from OMS to LLS. It leaves at 7 am, 6 pm, and 10 pm. It returns to OMS from LLS at 7 pm and 11 pm.”
“Thats good to know. Hopefully someone in the family will drive me over there.”
“May I ask one question? It has to do with how I structure the case.”
“Sure.”
“Did you burn the school or not?”
“I didn’t !,” I nearly yelled. I just couldn’t take the passing of my belovid uncle!
“Thank you. See you Saturday.”
“See ya.” I rushed downstairs. “83.3, Uncle 7.4 died!!!
“What!,” she gasped.
“He died from a car crash.”
“Also, can you drive to Lomdin Law School so I’ll be there there at 7 pm.”
“Can’t. I have The Six- Eight News.”
“Can you pick me up?”
“ ‘Pends when. If its past 8:45, I can pick you up.”
“I dunno when. I’ll call you on your cell.”
“K.”
“Bye the way, would you do me the favor to informing Mom and Dad about this.”
“Sure.” I went upstairs to my room, put my face on top of my pillow and started to cry. Why does everything happen the way it does. Why does everything happen happen to me.
I remember when I was age four, or five at my Uncle 7.4’s house. I asked for some cheese. Subsequent to him giving me the cheese, I broke out in tears because I wanted meatballs to go with. Believe it or not, Uncle 7.4 drove all the way to All You Can Get; the store, just for me and cooked me meatballs. Then I started crying even harder. (My mother never makes meatballs. She always cuts up pieces of steak instead.) I said I wanted steak in the sauce in place of that. Amazingly, my Uncle 7.4 took some steak out the freezer, and cooked it for me.
When I was twelve he let me use
I looked up I saw a black hood figure with black pants, a long sleeve tunic charging at me. As he came closer, I realized his hand was on fire! He didn’t seem to care though. “What are you doing?,” I asked.
“Killing you! I should have done it 10 years ago!” He was coming closer to me. I ran away, but the more I ran away the closer he was. He was an inch away from me. I tried, but couldn’t move. He moved his burning hand towards my chest. I moved my hand forward in self defense, before I knew it, my hand too was burning! I screamed! Then, out of the blue, my sister started fighting with him. “I didn’t know you like dying!” His mouth extended about 7 feet, and he ate her alive! Then, my brother started crying. “Here!” He threw my crying brother at me, mouth first. His blood was gushing into my mouth. I couldn’t breathe! The he cut out one of my eyes! I wanted to dye! Why can’t he kill me now?! Two of my eyes!! I was crying louder than ever, “Save me, save me,” I screamed! I couldn’t see, but I could hear his laugh and my brother’s cries. Then, I felt a stinging pain through my heart. He had put a knife through my heart!
“It is I, 3! Principal Rejeer!”
“You should burn in hell,” I cried!
“I am from hell. I work for hell!!!” I could now feel his knife on my throat-BANG! I fell off my bed. That dream realy scared the heck out of me! But in reality- just a dream, just a dream. I read the clock: 4:17 a.m. I saw something on my dresser marked THREE Nizinson. In italics it read: May this be of help in your time of need. Call 45-898-7232 the national organization for more or see a dealer near you. Cost will be $4.00 per pack. I opened it up and read a contained note card:
Being D is always hard. Being D is evan harder if you have no outlet to relieve your D. That’s why we have Spetts- for people like you. Enjoy this free pack of happiness and forget all your troubles. Try this assort ion of cherry, blueberry, strawberry, apple, and our original plain flavored Spetts. Know that someone cares about you.
CAUTION: SPETTS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE CHEWED. SPETTS ARE MEANT TO BE SMOKED LIKE CIGARETTES. This is from Zero Greneta, a local dealer. Call me for more at 44-776-8765. Happy Smoking!
I looked at at the pack. It said Spetts- An Assortment. I went outside in the cold night and started smoking a cherry flavored spett. Within a half hour I finished. I didn’t feel any different. Then, 20 minutes later I started laughing for no reason and jumping around. This stuff works! Everyone’s bound to like this new me! My uncle died- big whoop! Why do I need a psychologist? I must have been realy screwed up to think I needed one then. The Court case- I ain’t going! The law enforcers- they’re stupid idiots! I just kept laughing around. I called up 10 Blemsmier and left a message:
“Hello, this is for 7.3 Blemsmier. 7.3- this is your secret admirer; Three Nizinson. I wanted to know you’d go out with me. Of course, I know you will- ‘cuz who could resist me? I’m the coolest, the smartest, and just about everything. Call me back 44-572-3310.” I went back to bed thinking, ‘Why am I better than everyone in every way?’ I guess god values me more than everyone else. It’s so great being as special as me. That was the first time I slept with a smile on my face in years.
I woke up more depressed than ever but I didn’t know why. All I remembered from last night was me smoking a spett. I cut on three of my fingers and my right leg to relieve my anxiety immediately. I wanted to rip my heart in half! The day went on with cutting and crying until lunch time. My Dad and Mom were at the table talking along with my sister and brother.
“Three, are you okay?,” my mom asked
“Fine,” I lied.
“You don’t look it.”
“Well, I am.”
“Anyway, your Dad, I, and 8 will be traveling to Erez Verdé to go to Uncle 7.4’s funeral. We’ll be back late Monday. I don’t want you going because of school. Your sister isn’t going because she can’t take off from work. And speaking of school, Dad and I have decided we won’t punish you and’ll leave it up to the court. The funeral’s on Monday, but we’re leaving today around 6.”
“Could you take me to Lomdin Law School?”
“Jaroktown is far away. If we are, we’ll be dropping you off ‘round 5:30. Will that time

Tim and Evan

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Tim and Evan

Directed and Produced by

Joshua Langman and Nathan Fisher












Tim and Evan

(The setting: Tim’s back yard. The old Tim sits on a crate in the middle of the yard.)

Old Tim: Oh! Oh! Oh, if only it could be how it was. When I was young I lived in the same house with the same back yard. Everything was the same, but...but...well, I was different. When I was young I could do magic! Oh the magic, the wonders I could do when I was only nine years old! And I remember how it all started. When I was playing with my friends in my own back yard.

(Dissolve. Setting: The young Tim and John, Jonah, Alice, Aleah, and Beth are playing in Tim’s back yard. They are playing games such as hopscotch, ring around the rosie, and relay races.)

John: Hey Tim! I’ll race you!

Tim: Okay.

(Tim and John race to the other side of the yard.)

Tim: You beat me.

John: I think it was a tie.

Tim: Wanna race again?

John: Thanks, but I’ve got to go home. My mom wants me home by 5. See you!

Tim: Bye!

(John walks away.)

Alice: Oh, that reminds me. I’d better be going too.

Beth: I think we’ve all got to be going.

(Jonah, Aleah, and Beth walk off.)

Tim: Oh well. I guess there’s no one left to play with. (sighs) Well, I’m just sitting here all alone, doing nothing. Just sitting here all alone in my own back yar--

(Sound effect: Whoosh!)

Tim: What was that?

(Silhouette of boy on broomstick flies over Tim’s head.)

Tim: Whatsa?!

(Evan lands next to Tim on a broomstick.)

Evan: Hi Tim! Are you ready to learn some magic?

Tim: Ahhhh!

Evan: What’s the matter Tim? Haven’t you been waiting to learn magic? I thought you would like it. I thought you would be looking forward to learning magic.

(Tim falls backwards. Fade out. Fade in. Evan is tapping Tim’s head, trying to get him to stand up.)

Evan: Come on, Tim! Get up!

Tim: Uh, how did you know my name?

Evan: How did I know your name? Are you crazy? How could I not know your name? Now, the first spell I’m going to teach you is how to fly.

Tim: Okay. Now, maybe you got me a tiny bit scared when you came riding in on a broomstick, but you can not fool me. There’s no such thing as magic, and no one can make me believe there’s such thing as magic.

Evan: You don’t believe in magic? How tragic! Well, let me tell you, Tim, you are destined to be a very great wizard. But, you won’t be a wizard if you don’t start practicing. So, your first spell is how to fly. Oh! Of course! I forgot. You don’t have a wand. You need a wand.

(Evan takes out his wand, and waves it, and another wand appears in his hand.)

Tim: Aaaahhh!

Evan: Now, to make yourself fly, you just point your wand up and say Leviosa. Like this: Leviosa!

(Evan flies up and lands on a cloud.)

Tim: Hmm. Uh, I never knew you could stand on clouds. But then again, if this person, whatever his name is, is a wizard, it could make sense. Well, what’s to lose? I’ll try it. Leviosa!

(Tim flies up and lands next to Evan on a cloud.)

Evan: Now, if you want to get down, you just imagine yourself going down, and then...(Evan falls down from the cloud and lands on the ground)...that happens.

(Tim slowly floats down and lands on the ground next to Evan.)

Evan: Now Tim, I know that all of this wizardry is new to you, so I won’t teach you too much more today. But, I would like to teach you one more spell, which is how to niniblot.

Tim: Niniblot?

Evan: Yes, of course. Niniblot.

Tim: Uh, what’s ninblot?

Evan: Oh, well it’s a very simple concept. You simply vanish from one spot and appear in another.

Tim: Vanish from one spot and appear in another?

Evan: Yes. Now, you just clench your fists very tightly, as tightly as you can, and you imagine where you want to appear. Now Tim, there’s a special place where I’m going to meet with your every day after...after...after that place where you go to learn things.

Tim: You mean school.

Evan: Yeah, school. I knew it was called that. Well, anyway, you’re going to meet with me everyday after school for magic lessons. And we’re meeting in a magical place, and the only way to get there is to niniblot.

Tim: Tell me more.

Evan: Well, this magical place has beautiful trees, and a lovely pond. The pond is great for swimming in, but if you go too close to one spot in it, and you’re wearing a green hat, and it’s the second Sunday in August, the pond will try to eat you. But besides that, it is a very nice place. So, anyway, shall I show it to you?

Tim: Yes, yes, please, please, please show it to me! Please!!

Evan: Very well. Clench your fists tight, and imagine the magical place. Like this.

(Evan vanishes. Then Tim closes his eyes, clenches his fists, and vanishes. Dissolve. Setting: the sky is clear blue, and the ground is pure white. There are two trees, one on the left, and one on the right, and there’s a small pond next to the tree on the right. Tim and Evan appear.)

Tim: Whoa! What a way to travel!

Evan: Yes. Well, we’d better go back home, and it’s actually getting kind of late. So you’d better go home and get some rest because you and I are going to have a very busy day tomorrow.

Tim: B-but we just got here. I mean -

Evan: Well, we can come back tomorrow. Bye!

(Tim vanishes. Evan starts walking around in circles, thinking to himself. Fade out. Fade in. Setting: Tim is in his backyard doing his homework.)

Tim: Let’s see. Hmm. If the answer to this problem is this, then the answer to that problem must be that, which would make the answer to the next problem 72 because if you subtract that from...I got it! I’m done!

(Tim puts down his homework, takes out his wand, clenches his fists, closes his eyes, and vanishes. Setting: The magical place. He appears next to Evan.)

Evan: Tim, I have a very important message for you. I should have told this to you yesterday, but I forgot. You should tell no one that you are a wizard. Not even your parents. Not even your best friends. It must be a total secret.

Tim: Good, because I haven’t told anyone. And I won’t. And by the way, who are you?

Evan: Oh, that’s another thing I forgot to do: tell you my name. I am Evan the Everlasting!

Tim: The everlasting?

Evan: Yes. That means that I will be 7 and always 7.

Tim: Anyway, what are you going to teach me today?

Evan: How to dig a hole without using a shovel.

Tim: You mean, using your hands? That isn’t magic.

Evan: No. How to make a hole appear.

Tim: Oh.

Evan: Now, you must take out your wand. You brought your wand, didn’t you?

Tim: Yes.

Evan: Good. Well then, point your wand at wherever you want the hole to appear and say, “t’folic umbirius.”

(A hole appears.)

Evan: Now, Tim, you try it.

(Tim points his wand at the ground, says the spell, and bits of wood and metal start falling from the sky.)

Evan: Look out below! Tim! You weren’t concentrating hard enough. You made a hole in the sky instead of on the ground.

Tim: Sorry.

Evan: That’s okay. Here, you want to see magic? Watch this.

(Evan snaps his fingers, and in a flash of light all of the wood and metal that was lying on the ground vanishes.)

Evan: Try it again.

(Tim points his wand at the ground, says the spell, and a hole appears.)

Evan: Great job.

(Fade out. Fade in. Setting: the magical place. Evan is pacing, looking worried.)

Evan: Where oh where is that Tim? I would think his shnool should be over by now. Where oh where is that Tim?

(Tim appears behind Evan.)

Tim: Here!

Evan (turns around): Tim! I’ve been waiting for you. You’re late.

Tim: Sorry Evan. You see, today in school the teacher was talking about some robberies that have actually been going on in our neighborhood!

Evan: Robberies in Gluewab? Never!

Tim: What’s Gluewab?

Evan: Oh! You never knew that the magical place we’re in is called Gluewab?

Tim: Uh, no, I didn’t. But what does that have to do with the robberies?

Evan: Well, you said robberies were going on in our neighborhood, and our neighborhood is Gluewab. That’s where I live.

Tim: No, I meant my neighborhood.

Evan: Oh, whatever. But why should that make you late for your lesson?

Tim: Well, we always have homework after school, and today I couldn’t get my homework done very quickly because I couldn’t get my mind off these robberies. And I was just thinking it would be so nice if we could do something about them.

Evan: Why can’t we?

Tim: Uh, Evan, we are not police officers.

Evan: True. But we are wizards.

Tim: Oh yeah. Do you know what Evan? I still don’t really have the hang of this magic stuff. It seems like I can do it, but I can only do spells if you tell them to me first.

Evan: Tim, you have to learn all the spells before you can do them. But anyway, do you know about that robbery thing?

Tim: Yeah.

Evan: Well, do you know what? I bet Mathilda would be able to tell you something about that.

Tim: Who’s Matilda?

Evan: You mean to tell me that you don’t know your own great, great, great, great, great grandmother?

Tim: What?!

Evan: Huh?

Tim: Evan, my great, great, gr-- whatever she is -- grandmother is dead.

Evan: Oh. Well, she might not be alive in your world, but she’s alive in the book.

Tim: What book?

Evan: Oh yeah, I forgot. You don’t know yet. Well, I’ll tell you. Your great, great, great, great, great grangmother was a very great wizard. Before she died, she used a powerful spell to go into a book. And that book has survived for two thousand three hundred and forty seven years. And I am now giving it to you.

(Evan makes a book appear and gives it toTim )

Tim: Uh, Evan, what do I do with this?

Evan: Tim, I thought that maybe Matilda could tell you something about these robberies. Why don’t you go in and ask her.

Tim: Go in? Go in what?

Evan (impatiently): The book!

Tim: The book?

Evan: Yes! Jump into the book!

Tim: Jump into the book. Uh, right!

Evan: What are you waiting for? Go ahead!

Tim: Evan, you can’t jump into a book.

Evan: Why can’t you? Just jump into it. Open it up to page 4 and jump into it.

Tim: O-kay.

(Tim opens book to page 4 and puts it on the ground.)

Evan: Now jump.

(Tim jumps. Dissolve. Setting: Matilda’s house. Matilda is making lunch when Tim falls from the sky, lands on a chair, and breaks it.)

Matilda: Hey, Tim! you broke my chair!

Tim(as he gets up): Oh, I’m sorry.

Matilda: That’s okay.

Tim: So you’re really my great great great great great grandmother?

Matilda: I guess so.

Tim: Neat! Matilda, I’ve been wondering. In my neighborhood there have been some robberies going on lately, and Evan the Everlasting told me that you might be able to help me. And he said that you...

Matilda: Evan the Everlasting? He’s still alive. Oh, Tim, if you have Evan the Everlasting as your magic teacher, you are the most lucky person in the world. Evan the Everlasting was my magic teacher, and he is absolutely the best. The best!

Tim: Wow! Hey, Matilda (points to a door), what’s that door over there? I think I’ll just...

Matilda: No!! Tim, whatever you do, do not go out that door. That is a magical door. If you go out there, you will fall, and you can land anywhere in the world, and then you might never be able to find your way back again. Now, sometimes if you go out there, you fall into a wonderful park. But only on Thursdays.

Tim: Aw! I should have come yesterday. But anyway, Matilda, about those robberies. What can you tell me about them?

Matilda: Well, there have been many cases in which wizards have stopped robbers. In some of those cases the robbers were wizards, and in some of the cases they were spiggles.

Tim: Spiggles?

Matilda: Non-wizards. Anyway, Tim, are there any other wizards in your village?

Tim: No.

Matilda: Well, then in that case, you could stop those robbers quite easily. Except that I’m not sure how. Do you know what Tim? I’ll do a little research on it, and the next time you come back here, I’ll have the answer for you. Ok?

Tim: Ok. See you. Oh, Matilda, can’t I just take a peak out of that door?

(Tim goes over to the door, and opens it. Matilda rushes after him...)

Matilda: No!!!!

(Tim falls out the door, and Matilda lies on the ground, holding him by the feet.)

Tim (as he’s hanging there): Pull me back up!!

Matilda: Okay!

(As Matilda starts pulling Tim back up, she falls out the door, and ends up holding on to her house by her feet. The house is floating in the air, in the middle of a white mist, and Tim and Matilda are hanging from it. Suddenly Matilda lets go of Tim.)

Tim: Matilda!!!

Matilda: I couldn’t help it!!!

(Tim is falling through the white mist. Dissolve. Setting: the front of Tim’s house. Cut. Setting: The kitchen of Tim’s house, with Tim eating lunch while he talks to his mother...)

Tim: ...and I was falling, and falling, and falling, and then--I landed.

Tim’s mother (as if she doesn’t believe Tim): Well, you must be hungry from having an adventure like that. Eat up.

(Mother exits. Evan walks over to Tim.)

Evan: Tim.

Tim: Ahh! Evan. Where did you come from?

Evan: I niniblotted. Now Tim, listen to me. It’s a good thing that your mother didn’t believe. But in the future you must never, ever, ever tell anybody anything that has happened in the wizarding world. Do you understand?

Tim: Okay. And Evan...

(Evan is gone.)

Tim: Evan?

(Fade out. Fade in. Setting: Tim is in his classroom, and the teacher is up at the front.)

Teacher: Everbody take out your history books.

Class: Yes, Mr. Trashcan.

Teacher: As you know, we’ve been learning about when settlers moved to the West. Today we’re going to learn about how some of them were robbed on the way. Oh, and speaking of robberies, a few houses in our neighborhood have actually been robbed lately.

Part of class: They were? Tell us about it.

Teacher: Well, some very unfortunate people in our village have had their houses robbed. We don’t know why it happened, but it did. And it seems like all of the houses that were robbed had dog houses in the back. In fact, some people think that the robbers might come back and rob any house with a dog house in the backyard.

Tim: A dog house? But my house has...what if...

(Fade out. Fade in fast. Setting: the school playground. All of the kids are coming home from school, and John, Jonah, Alice, Aleah, Beth, and Tim put down their backpacks and start to play on the playground.)

Alice: Do you know what? I think it would be so neat if we could stop those robbers.

Beth: Yeah. We’d be huge heroes. They’d probably make us the six presidents of the world!

Tim: Do you know what? We can! You see, I’m...I’m...guys can you keep a very important secret?

All except Tim: We can keep a secret.

Tim: Can you keep a very important secret?

All except Tim: Yeah. Why?

(Tim looks around to see that there’s no one else. Then whispers...)

Tim: Guys, I’m a wizard.

All except Tim: Some secret! A wizard?!

Beth: Yeah, and I invented macaroni and cheese!

Tim: I’m serious. If you don’t believe me, well take a look at this.

(Tim levitates himself off the ground, and starts flying around the other children.)

All except Tim: Wow! Whoa! (and other such expressions).

(Tim lands.)

All except Tim: How did you do that?

Tim: Magic. But the reason I showed you this is because I think this might be able to help us solve the case of the neighborhood robbers.

(Fade out. Fade in. Setting: the magical place. Tim appears.)

Tim: Evan! Where are you?

(Evan appears.)

Evan: Waiting for you. Tim, your lesson today is going to be levitation.

Tim: But I already know how to levitate myself.

Evan: No, how to levitate other things. For instance...

(Evan snaps his fingers, and a vase with water appears in his hand. He puts the vase on the ground.)

Evan: Now Tim, you just point your want at it and say, “Ascendius.” Like this.

(Evan points his wand at the vase, and it begins to fly wherever Evan moves his wand. Then it settles gently back on the ground.)

Evan: Now Tim, you try.

Tim: But Evan, how did you do it without saying the spell?

Evan: Oh, once you do it enough times, you don’t have to say a spell. Try doing it.

Tim: Ascendius.

(Vase gently lifts off the ground, and hovers in the air above Tim’s head.)

Evan (suddenly): Great job Tim!

(Tim loses his concentration, Tim and the vase fall, and the vase smashes on the ground, and gets both Evan and Tim completely soaked.)

Evan: Tim, what did you do that for?

Tim: Sorry.

Evan: Watch this.

(Evan snaps his fingers, and suddenly there are no broken pieces of glass anywhere, and Tim and Evan are both dry.)

Evan: Now, try again.

(Evan makes another vase appears, puts it on the ground, and Tim points his wand at it. It floats up in the air, and gently comes back down to the ground.)

Evan: Good job!

(Fade out. Fade in. Setting: Tim’s room. Tim is sitting on the floor of his room, putting together a large puzzle.)

Old Tim(as narrator): Well, the next few days were too rainy to visit Evan. I just stayed inside and put together puzzles and stuff. But I guess me not visiting Evan didn’t stop Evan from visiting me.

(Tim puts last piece in puzzle.)

Tim: Here’s the last piece...

(Suddenly, there is an explosion, in which Tim’s puzzle flies appart, and after the smoke clears away, there, standing where the puzzle used to be, is Evan.)

Evan: Hello, Tim!

Tim: Evan!!

Evan (calmly): Yes?

Tim: Evan, you ruined my puzzle!

Evan: Oh, sorry Tim.

Tim: Oh, it’s Ok. But why are you here?

Evan: Well, why do you think? You weren’t at your lesson, so I came to get you. What were you doing?

Tim: Putting together this puzzle.

Evan: I mean, why weren’t you at your lesson?

Tim: Evan! Can’t you see? It’s raining cats and dogs outside.

Evan (looking out the window): Oh, so it is! I didn’t notice.

Tim: Evan - how can you not realize it if it’s raining?

Evan: Well, how would I know if it’s raining here, if I were somewhere else?

Tim: But Evan, even if you’re some-

Evan: Oh yeah, Tim, I forgot to tell you. It never rains in Gluewab.

Tim: Oh. So you mean, if I niniblotted there, we could still have our lesson?

Evan: Yeah, but since we’re in your room, why not have it here?

Tim: Okay.

Evan: Okay. Now, today I wanted to teach you how to put something together that’s fallen apart. Now, do we have something here that we can cut apart?

Tim: I have a piece of paper.

Evan: Good.

(Tim goes to desk, takes out paper, and begins tearing it up.)

Tim: Okay, there we go.

(Tim scatters pieces of paper on the floor.)

Evan: Good. Now, I’ll show you how to do it.

(Evan points his wand at the floor).

Evan: Lagoof Tomafetti!

(Pieces of paper fly back together, forming one whole piece.)

Tim: Wow! Well, thanks for the lesson Evan. I’ll see you!

Evan: Bye!

Tim: Oh wait, Evan. Before you leave can I try the spell too?

Evan: Sure. Go get another piece of pa-

Tim: Wait, Evan. Would the spell work on things like broken puzzles? Because, after all, you did break my puzzle when you appeared.

Evan: Oh, yeah. Do you remember what to do?

Tim: Yes.

(Tim points wand at puzzle pieces).

Tim: Lagoof Tomafetti!

(Puzzle pieces fly back together to form one whole puzzle).

Tim: Bye!

Evan: Bye!

Tim: Bye!

(Evan vanishes in cloud of smoke. Puzzle pieces are scattered all over the floor).

Tim: Oh no!

(Fade out. Fade in. Setting: Gluewab. Tim appears).

Tim: Where’s Evan?

(Evan falls from the sky and lands on Tim).

Evan (as he’s falling): Here!

Tim: Ouch!

Evan (as he gets up): Tim, what were you doing underneath me?

Tim: Evan, what were you doing falling from the sky?

Evan: Well, uh, I...was...trying out a new spell. That’s what I was doing. Yeah. I was trying out a new spell to make people fly.

Tim: There already is a spell to make people fly.

Evan: Oh, yeah. Anyway, Tim. Today’s lesson is a very important lesson. You already know how to levitate yourself. Now you must learn to ride a broomstick. Broomsticks!!!

(Two broomsticks fall, and land on Tim and Evan’s heads).

Tim: Ouch. Again.

Evan: Now, Tim, first you must put the broomstick through your legs. Like this.

(Evan demonstrates. Tim tries to imitate.)

Tim: How’s this?

Evan: That’s backwards.

Tim: Oh.

(Tim flips around broomstick).

Evan: Good. Now, you look up to the sky, and you say, “Pif Paf Poodle, I want to fly, so please take me up very high!”

(Evan begins to fly around)

Tim: Wow!

(Evan lands.)

Evan: Now you try.

Tim: Pif Paf Poodle, I want to fly, so please take me up very high!

(Tim begins to fly around.)

Evan: That’s it Tim!

Tim: Whoa! I can see the whole world stretched out below me. It looks like the view from an airplane. Oh, this is so wonderful!

Evan: Yeah, good Tim, great job. Great - Tim watch out!!

Tim: Huh? Yikes!

(Tim is flying forward, and is about to crash into a tree.)

Tim: Ahhhh!

(Tim crashes into the tree, spins in a circle, and falls into a pond.)

Evan: Tim!!

Tim (from under the water): Yes?

(Tim floats to the top.)

Tim: Yes? What do you want?

Evan: Tim, you got me worried. Anyway, the important thing is that you’re Okay.

(Tim gets out of the water, dragging his broomstick.)

Tim: Oops.

Evan: It’s okay. All wizards make mistakes.

Tim: Okay.

(Fade out. Fade in. Setting: Gluewab. Tim and Evan are looking at the book.

Evan: So, are you ready?

Tim: Yes.

Evan: 1, 2, 3!

(Tim and Evan jump into the book. Dissolve. Settting: Matilda’s house. Matilda is lying on the ground, fixing a chair.)

Matilda: I hope this Spiggle glue works. I find that the wizarding glue is much more effective, except I don’t have any in the house. There. That should do it.

(Matilda stands up.)

Matilda: There. That should hold against anything.

(Tim and Evan fall from sky, and land on Matilda’s head)

Tim and Evan (as they’re falling): Ahhhh!

(Camera direction: shake. Chair is broken.)

Matilda: Evan! You keep breaking this chair when you fall.

Evan: I’m sorry Matilda. We just wanted to come see what you were doing. How are you?

Matilda: Fine. By the way, Tim, how’s your robbery stopping coming along?

Tim: Well, I - haven’t been working on it for a little while.

Matilda: Tim, if you’re going to stop those robbers, you’d better get to work. Oh, by the way, I know a spell that might come in handy.

Tim: What does it do?

Matilda: It makes people or objects light up - kind of like that spiggle glow in the dark paint. The spell is “Hickety spickety biff baff boff! Cliffen cloffen cafoofle! Shnizzin bizzar...”

(Dissolve. Setting: same.)

Matilda: Shnizzle hoof gabibble wizzen. And then to end the spell, you must make sure you say, “Fiat!” If you do not say that, the spell will not work.

(Tim has been busily writing this down in a notebook, and he now closes the notebook, sighs, and puts it in his pocket.)

Tim: There. I can’t see any reason why I would need that spell, but you never know - it might come in handy.

(Matilda smiles. Fade out. Fade in. Setting: Tim’s classroom. The teacher is pacing the front of the classroom, holding a stack of papers in her hand.)

Teacher: Make sure you fill in the circle completely, and do not leave any stray marks anywhere else on the paper. Do all of you understand?

Class: Yes, Mr. Trashcan.

Jonah: Aw! I hate math tests!

(Teacher begins handing out tests. Jonah passes a note to John, who hands it to Tim. Tim reads the note quietly.)

Tim (reading): Dear Tim, you are the only wizard in the class, and therefore the only one who can stop us from taking the math tests. Please do me a huge, gigantic, humongus favor, and make all of them vanish. From Jonah. (looks up) Hmm. Well, I dont’ think there could be any harm in doing it. The teacher may get a little upset though. Well, what’s to lose? Here it goes: Hickety spickety piff paff woofle! Shnizzidy di-

(Suddenly there is a flash of light, and two stacks of books fall over. Papers begin to fly everywhere, and the classroom is going crazy.)

All students: Ahhh!

Alice: Help me!

Tim: Oops!

(A stack of books falls on the teacher’s head.)

Teacher: Ahh! What in the world is happening? According to Law 1 1 6 2 7 of physics, this is not possible!! It says so in the science books! This is not-

(Another stack of books falls on the teacher’s head. A piece of chalk flies up by itself and writes on the board, “Dear teacher, you are a very bad teacher indeed. You are very mean, and I suggest that you let us go outside so we can play tag, instead of study. Furthermore, please do not give us any homework, and throw away all of the school books. Sincerely, The Chalk.”)

Teacher: What?

(Trash can flies up into the air, and dumps itself onto the teacher’s head. Teacher falls down.)

Tim: Everybody, keep calm. I did not mean to do this. It was an accident. It was purely an acci-- Ahhh!

(Tim falls backwards. Desks begin to spin in a circle, and then go to different places of the room where they don’t belong.)

Teacher: What in the world?

(A bag of Hershey’s kisses on the teacher’s desk flies open, and all of the kisses fly out, spin in the air, and falls, so that each student ends up with one in his or her hand.)

Teacher: Ahhh!

(Dissolve. Setting: same. Tim is in the middle of saying a spell, so that the room is going back normal again. Books that are on the floor, fly back onto their bookshelves. Papers that have been scattered fly into neat stacks. And Tim finishes his spell...)

Tim: Acoopoo, amoofin, aflijit digit gaboof! There. All cleaned up.

(Camera direction: slowly zoom out. Fade out.)

Old Tim (as it is fading out): ...and that’s how the teacher found out I was a wizard.

(Fade in. Setting: Tim’s bedroom. Tim is lying in bed, and his mom is standing next to him.)

Tim’s mom: Go to sleep dear. Tomorrow’s a weekend, and you can play all you want. I’ll see you in the morning.

(Tim’s mom exits. Sound effect: rustling bushes.)

Tim (sitting up): What was that?

(Sound effect: rustling bushes)

Tim: I know I heard something.

(Sound effect continues as Tim slowly gets out of bed and climbs down the stairs.)

Tim (as he goes outside): I know there’s someone out there. (gasps) It’s them! It’s the robbers!

(The robbers are running along, carrying a brown sack, and coming closer and closer to Tim.)

Tim: What should I do? Oh No! Ahhh!

Robber #1: Did you hear that? There’s someone over there.

Robber #2: From the sound of that scream, I would guess it’s a little boy.

Robber #1: Come on! Let’s get him!

Tim: Oh no! Oh No! They see me! Wait. Don’t panic. Be calm. You can think of something. Think. Think. Think.

(Dissolve. Setting: Matilda’s house. Thin dream border [white]. Tim, Evan, and Matilda are in Matilda’s house.)

Matilda: ...and then to end the spell, you must make sure you say, “Fiat!” If you do not say that, the spell will not work...

(Dissolve. Setting: Tim is outside his house, and the robbers are coming after him.)

Tim: Okay. Matilda’s spell. I know I have it somewhere in here.

(Takes notebook out of pocket, and begins frantically flipping through the pages.)

Tim: Okay! Here it is!

(Tim points wand at robbers.)

Tim: Hickety spickety biff baff boff! Cliffen cloffen...

(Cut. Robbers are chasing after Tim. Cut. Tim is chanting spell.)

Tim: ...Shnizzle hoof gabibble...

(Cut. Robbers are chasing after Tim. Cut. Tim is chanting spell.)

Tim: Habbigatif habbogatif boo!

(Pause.)

Tim: Why is it not working?

(Cut. Robbers are chasing after Tim. Cut. Tim is chanting spell.)

Tim: What could it be? What could -

Voice over: Matilda (echo): And then to end the spell, you must make sure you say, “Fiat!” If you do not say that, the spell will not work.

Tim: Of course!! Okay. Here it goes. One. Two. Three. FIAT!!!

(Flash of light. The robbers, who are now glowing in the dark, by this time are about three feet away from Tim. Tim runs into his house, closes the door, and locks it. Camera scans house from bottom to top, ending at upstairs window. Tim’s mom is in bed.)

Tim’s mom: I’m really thirsty.

(Tim’s mom picks up a cup of water, and as she does so, happens to look out the window)

Tim’s mom: Ahhh! Look at those people! They must be the robbers!

(Tim’s mom runs to the phone to call the police. Dissolve. Setting: Tim’s living room. Tim’s parents are both sitting on the couch, watching Tim, who is standing up behind a small table, with his wand raised high in the air.)

Tim’s mom: Boy, I’m so excited to see Tim put on a magic show.

Tim’s dad: I’ve seen many trick magic shows, but I’ve never seen real magic before.

(Tim waves his wand, and the table begins to walk around the room by itself. All three start laughing.)

Tim’s mom: Tim, why didn’t you tell us that you were a wizard earlier?

Tim: I - I - well, I thought it would be more fun for you if you found out this way.

(Dissolve. Tim and Evan are standing in Tim’s back yard.)

Tim: Evan, I told my friends about my magic, even though you told me not to.

Evan: Well, you know what? It turned out fine anyway.

(Pause. Tim, Evan laugh.)

Evan: Do you know what Tim? I think we’re the best two wizards in the whole wide world.

(Evan holds up his wand, and Tim holds up his wand to touch it. Cut. Close up on both wands touching. Ripple fade. Fade out. Fade in. Setting: the old Tim is sitting in his back yard.)

Old Tim: So, that’s what happened. I saved the town. But, I really wish that I could have my magic back, and still do all of the tricks I did. Because, you know, now I’m just an old man, sitting in my own back yar-

(Sound effect: Whoooosh!)

Old Tim: What in the world was that? Wait, that sounded familiar. It sounded like it was -

(Pan up, while Tim is talking.)

Tim: It sounds a little bit like - wait - could it be? No. But that was only when I was young! And he’s everlasting anyway. It sounds like - it looks like - oh, no, wait. That’s impossible. It couldn’t be. It must be a - wait! It looks like it’s - it’s - EVAN!!!

(At the word, “Evan,” Evan the Everlasting, still a boy, is riding on a broomstick, silhouetted against the sky.)

Old Tim (as Evan the Everlasting lands): Oh Evan! I thought I’d never see you again! I’m so happy to see you. Hey! You’re still 9 aren’t you?

Evan: Why do you think they call me Evan the Everlasting? By the way, you look - I would judge you’re about 42?

Tim: How did you know?

Evan: Tim, if you were still 10, you would never have asked me that question. Back when you were a kid, you would have known it was magic. You’ve been away from magic too long, Tim. But guess what? I’m about to bring you back. Now, Tim, your first spell is how to fly. Do you still have your wand?

Tim: Yes.

Evan:Then point it up to the sky like this, and say, “Leviosa!”

(Evan flies up into the sky.)

Tim: Uh, Okay. Uh, leviosa?

(Tim flies up into the sky. Fade out.)

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