The Evolution of Brock

A Script for an Animated Short

Photo courtesy of Vincent

EXT. FIELD / AFTERNOON
Three cavemen walk on all fours through a field, sniffing the ground and grunting. Following closely behind is Brock, the only caveman walking on two legs. Brock seems to be finishing a one-sided conversation.

BROCK …it’s not that I wasn’t hungry, it’s just, when you feel sand in between your teeth, that grittiness...

The leader of the group grunts and stops the pack.

BROCK What? What is it?

The group squats beside their leader at a huge, brown pile of mammoth dung. They proceed to grunt and sniff the pile, plunging their hands into the smelly mass.

One of the caveman shoves a handful of the poo towards Brock.

CAVEMAN #1 (grunting) Oog. Oog.

BROCK Uhh. You know, I’m good. Actually, I’m gonna take off. My stomach is feeling…

Brock wanders off as the other cavemen continue sniffing the poo.

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INT. CAVE / LATE MORNING
Brock lays on a slab of rock, talking to a monkey, who sits on a rock across from him. The monkey does nothing but sit, very wide-eyed and still.

BROCK
I just don’t feel connected to anything in my life. I try to interact with people...

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EXT. ROCK PILE / NIGHT
Brock sits around a fire with five other cavemen. Brock gets up.

BROCK
Think I’m gonna jog on down to the river and wash up before hitting the slab.

CAVEMAN #1 Gug.

BROCK Don’t you hate going to bed when you smell like smoke?

All the cavemen stare at him.

BROCK (clapping his hands) Welp…

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INT. CAVE / LATE MORNING
Brock sits and talks to the monkey (who continues to sit, wide-eyed and still).

BROCK I’m not crazy about my job. Hunting, it’s just…

Brock cringes.

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EXT. FOREST / MORNING
Brock walks through the forest above a pack of cavemen hunters who are, again, on all fours.

CAVEMAN #1 Unga. Unga. Ga. Unga.

BROCK Look, guy, we’re all sweating through this fur. It’s not doing anyone any good to stand there and pretend…

The caveman in the lead heads off and the others follow. Brock pulls one of the cavemen aside.

BROCK (quietly) Why does he ask for feedback if he’s so petrified of change?

The caveman just stares up at him.

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INT. CAVE / LATE MORNING
Brock continues talking to the monkey.

BROCK Hashtag stone-age problems, but I don’t understand my relationship with food. I feel like the pickiest guy alive.

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EXT. FIELD / NOON
A saber-toothed tiger carcass lies on the ground. Two cavemen eat on one side of it, while another stares at Brock, who stands on the other side of the carcass. Brock pats his stomach.

BROCK I feel like it’s time for a cleanse or something. Toxins, you know?

The caveman stares at Brock before dipping his head back into the carcass.

BROCK Gluten.

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INT. CAVE / LATE MORNING
Brock sits and talks to the monkey.

BROCK (sighing) I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a little…stunted.

He looks over at the monkey, who is scratching furiously at his crotch. Brock sighs and then glances at a sundial.

BROCK I guess our time’s up.

The monkey continues to scratch his crotch and Brock makes no move to leave.

FADE TO BLACK


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