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For lack of a better word, here is the script to "SLAY BELLS", written, drawn, directed, acted, photgraphed, edited, and engineered by me, Ryan R. Reilly, on behalf of my little film hobby company, Spookington Sights & Sounds. The music on there is borrowed (you notice it?), but will be replaced with original stuff eventually. Also, I'm planning on EQ'ing the voice-over soon to make it clearer.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little video that took me over 12 hours to make!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
When out through the windows, such a horrible sight
A pack of murderous marauding mutant snowmen
Intent on killing us this night
[Title] SLAY BELLS
I ran t'wards the closet, fetching my gun,
To fend off the snowmen; every last one,
I called for the children, kissed my wife, and did tell
That we had but the one single box full of shells
She ran to the window, though I begged her, "Don't Go!"
And she screamed as she saw demons all made up of show
They encroached on our homestead, eyes full of glee
For they eagerly rampaged towards this next killing spree
Blood dripped from the tips of their fingertip sticks
And oozed from the charcoal that made up their lips
Their carrot noses were crooked and sharp
Perhaps all the better to tear victims apart
They slid to our porch, leaving trails in their wake
Paving the road to our last resting place
I cocked my twelve gauge and shot off a round
And as luck would have it, one villain went down
I smiled and took aim, "Tonight we shan't die!"
But my glee was short lived as of what next caught my eye
The snowman was laughing, all split into parts
Pulled snow to his wounds, sculpted like art
The others, too laughing, continued their trek
And it rose to join them, intent on our necks
"My children, my wife," I begged with a tear
"Run to the roof before they get here!"
With no other choice, they made their escape
And I ran down the stairs, and there I did wait
They banged on my door, the house rattled and shook,
So I blasted off rounds as fear's grip finally took
The holes through my door from each shotgun blast
Did splatter against snow drifts and were met with their laughs
They ripped past the threshold and focused on me
I was near run out of ammo, my shells down to three
I reloaded and cocked and backed up the stairs
But the snowmen were many, now coming by pairs
When outside my house there arose much more clatter
So I sprang up the stairs to see what more was the matter!
And what to my fear-gripped ears did I hear
But sounds on the roof, with my family, Oh Dear!
I feared for the worst and got ready, took aim
To fire through the roof and downstairs just the same
Their numbers were many and we were quite few
But I would save my family, perhaps the last I would do
But suddenly the ruckus above me made sense
As in the fireplace stood a man with a sack of presents
The snowmen stopped suddenly when it became clear
That suddenly Santa Claus was finally here!
Spreading out from behind him from the chimney, they came,
Many tiny reindeer, I knew them by name!
There, Dasher! There, Dancer! There Prancer and Vixen!
Yes, Comet! Yes, Cupid! Yes, Donner and Blitzen!
And no, that wasn't all! They brought the most famous reindeer of all!
Armed with a flame thower and a red nose so bright,
Rudolf was there to melt snow on this night!
The mutant beasts laid siege through window and door,
But Santa's Special Forces would settle the score!
With kicking and chopping and a chain gun or two
These reindeer were trained and knew what to do
And St. Nick himself, well, he reached in his sack
And pulled out a sword and went on the attack!
The snow piled high to the window then higher
And the North Pole claimed vengeance against the snowmen's desire
Not a single flake survived, every carrot nose broken
Though Rudolph kept some coal as a victory token
My family embraced, thanked our heroes for our lives,
Offered cookies and milk and were glad we survived
Santa gave us a smile and patted his belly
Which did not shake like a bowlful of jelly
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
A promise we no longer had anything to dread
Looking to his reindeer he gave a salute
And marched them out with a click of his boot
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!