Here are the first 5 pages of my animation script. This is to show you how long it is. Not sure if this forum will mess the format up but here goes:
Kev.
[left]FADE IN:
[/left]
[left]INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING[/left]
[left] [/left]
[left]The humongous Christmas tree center of the warm cozy room[/left]
[left]laden with Christmas decorations. Podgy Grandfather sat[/left]
[left]attentively reads a newspaper.[/left]
[left]Brad 10 robust and Kim 9 petite with freckles crash into the[/left]
[left]room squabble over a doll.[/left]
[left] [/left]
[left]KIM[/left]
[left]Get off my doll Brad.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]I’m going to put it on top of the[/left]
[left]Christmas tree. You’d like that[/left]
[left]wouldn’t you?[/left]
[left]Brad smirks as Kim screams her reply.[/left]
[left]KIM[/left]
[left]I WANT MY DOLL BACK.[/left]
[left]Brad tugs the doll free and dances round the Christmas tree,[/left]
[left]holds it aloft in victory.[/left]
[left]KIM (CONT’D)[/left]
[left]BRAD![/left]
[left]The newspaper rustles. The top of the paper drops.[/left]
[left]Grandfather glances over at the kids.[/left]
[left]GRANDFATHER[/left]
[left]Knock it off, will ya.[/left]
[left]Brad give it back to your sister.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]Nope! This is going to be the[/left]
[left]Christmas angel.[/left]
[left]Teary Kim shakes Grandfather’s hand. Brad hops, exerts[/left]
[left]himself to reach the top of the tree.[/left]
[left]KIM[/left]
[left]I don’t want Queenie to be the[/left]
[left]Christmas angel Grandpa.[/left]
[left]GRANDPA[/left]
[left]Brad! Give it back NOW![/left]
[left]Sullen Brad tosses the doll under the Christmas tree. Kim[/left]
[left]rushes to scoop up the doll. Irked Brad arms folded drops[/left]
[left]on to the sofa.[/left]
[left]2.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]I hope I get the Wii with loads of[/left]
[left]games for Christmas. All my friends[/left]
[left]have it.[/left]
[left]KIM[/left]
[left]I want the new Barbie.[/left]
[left]Kim doe eyed stares at Grandfather. He beckons her to sit[/left]
[left]on his lap. She beams lighting up her whole face.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]Last year all my toys that were made[/left]
[left]in China, broke. They were useless,[/left]
[left]didn’t last. We never get what we[/left]
[left]really want for Christmas.[/left]
[left]Brad contorts his face into an ugly one at Kim. She[/left]
[left]retaliates by sticking her tongue out.[/left]
[left]GRANDPA[/left]
[left]You should be thankful that you can[/left]
[left]celebrate Christmas at all. It was[/left]
[left]nearly destroyed.[/left]
[left]Quizzically Brad looks at Grandfather.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]What do you mean Grandpa. How can[/left]
[left]Christmas be destroyed?[/left]
[left]GRANDPA[/left]
[left]Well a number of years ago a bad[/left]
[left]Santa was created.[/left]
[left]KIM[/left]
[left]A Bad Santa! How bad Grandpa?[/left]
[left]GRANDPA[/left]
[left]Bad! Veeeeeery bad.[/left]
[left]Kim wide eyed. Brad disinterested.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]C’mon Grandpa is this another of[/left]
[left]your tall stories.[/left]
[left]GRANDPA[/left]
[left]Yes it is a story but this one is[/left]
[left]true. Instead of reindeers he had[/left]
[left]wolves with blood red fangs to pull[/left]
[left]his sleigh.[/left]
[left]Brad straightens up and with rapt attention listens.[/left]
[left]BRAD[/left]
[left]Really![/left]
[left]3.[/left]
[left]GRANDPA[/left]
[left]I thought that would grab your[/left]
[left]attention. It began one Christmas[/left]
[left]Eve in a country far away.[/left]
[left]EXT. CASTLE IN A FOREST. – NIGHT[/left]
[left]Superimpose: Christmas Eve[/left]
[left]The wind howls through the trees. Like a bombardment of[/left]
[left]stones rain beats down. Sporadic lightning illuminates the[/left]
[left]other wise black night. Thunder claps boom. A mountain[/left]
[left]looms in the background.[/left]
[left]High on the mountain a dark gloomy castle is silhouetted.[/left]
[left]Light flickers from one window at the top of the tower.[/left]
[left]INT. LABORATORY INSIDE THE CASTLE. – MOMENTS LATER[/left]
[left]A crazed man with gray white hair, white lab coat frantically[/left]
[left]zips around the lab. In the center of the lab is a metal[/left]
[left]operating table. Hooked up to the table a mass of wires and[/left]
[left]two electrical conductors. The wires go up to the ceiling.[/left]
[left]Laying on the table is a huge lifeless body covered with a[/left]
[left]sheet. Massive stonking black boots jut out from under the[/left]
[left]sheet. The Dr. Franken checks the settings on the machines,[/left]
[left]smiles a quirky smile.[/left]
[left]Dr. Franken speaks with an Eastern European accent.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN[/left]
[left]Igor! Igor where are you? It is[/left]
[left]nearly time.[/left]
[left]The only reply is the thunder. Dr Franken stomps to the[/left]
[left]door in a huff and hollers into the dark.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN (CONT’D)[/left]
[left]IGOR! IGOR! I NEED YOU NOW. IT IS[/left]
[left]TIME.[/left]
[left]After a few moments the door creaks open and in scurries[/left]
[left]Igor a short ugly deformed humped back, groveling.[/left]
[left]IGOR[/left]
[left]Yes Master. Sorry master. I came[/left]
[left]as quick as I could.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN[/left]
[left]The time window is small so we have[/left]
[left]to be ready. Go over to the lever.[/left]
[left]Igor limps to the lever on the wall. Dr. Franken makes sure[/left]
[left]the wires are fastened securely, checks his watch.[/left]
[left]4.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN (CONT’D)[/left]
[left]Wait.[/left]
left[/left]
[left]Wait.[/left]
left[/left]
[left]NOW! Throw the lever.[/left]
[left]Igor grabs the lever and pulls it down.[/left]
[left]EXT. THE CASTLE ROOF – CONTINUOUS[/left]
[left]A trap door slides open. Slowly an electrical conductor[/left]
[left]rises in the rain. The lightning strikes the conductor.[/left]
[left]INT. LABORATORY INSIDE THE CASTLE. – MOMENTS LATER[/left]
[left]An eerie blue electrical pulse rides up and down the body on[/left]
[left]the table and the conductors. The charge crackles and fades.[/left]
[left]Dr. Franken eagerly looks on. The body is still lifeless.[/left]
[left]Dr.Franken snorts spins to face Igor. He begins to close in[/left]
[left]on Igor.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN[/left]
[left]IGOR! What did you do wrong?[/left]
[left]Fear creeps onto Igor’s face. Another electrical pulse[/left]
[left]envelopes the body. A twich. The sheet moves slightly.[/left]
[left]IGOR[/left]
[left]Look Master. Look![/left]
[left]Stopping dead in his tracks Dr. Franken turns his head to[/left]
[left]see more movement from under the sheet. Creaks, groans[/left]
[left]emanate from under the sheet. The body sits up.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN[/left]
[left]Switch off the machine Igor.[/left]
[left]Igor pushes the switch off. Dr. Franken agape in wonderment.[/left]
[left]The sheet flaps then falls. A hulking ashen skinned, dull[/left]
[left]empty eyes, white bearded creature gazes round the lab. It[/left]
[left]is dressed in a black Santa suit with white fur at the cuffs.[/left]
[left]DR. FRANKEN (CONT’D)[/left]
[left]My son. My Son.[/left]
[left]Dr.Franken claps with glee. With hollow eyes the creature[/left]
[left]just stares him down.[/left]
[left]BG - Window. The rain is replaced by a snow storm[/left]
[left]INT. CASTLE ROOM[/left]
[left]A fire dances and crackles in the fireplace. Precariously[/left]
[left]the creature sits on soft chair that is dwarfed by his[/left]
humongous frame. Dr Franken prances about the room.