Credits

Music
Lost, The Woodsheep
Winter in the Tire Stacks, Andrew Preston

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Cast
Jessi - Michelle Agresti
Little Pink Bear - Michael J. Andersen
Button Bright - Andy Rumschlag
The Foolish Owl - Dana Luery Shaw
The Wise Donkey - Tom R. Pike
The Nameless Person - PJ Scott-Blankenship
Crew
Written and directed by PJ Scott-Blankenship
Audio by Andy Rumschlag
Art by Roxanne Wheeler
Recorded at Anarchy Post

 

HIT THE BRICKS EPISODE 0: LOST
                         Scene 1: The Crossroads

 SOUND: MUSIC: RADIO CLICKING FOLLOWED BY STATIC AND
FREQUENCIES PULSING. AN OLD SONG COMES IN OVER THE RADIO.

THE WOODSHEEP, LOST

They say sleeping under stars is romantic/ but when the roof is a thousand miles away/ there’s a new definition to “the bright side”/ and stars are just old photographs that fade. Old friends tell me that I’ve found my way/ I’m not cut out for getting caught/ I’m getting good at getting lost these days...

SOUND: THE RADIO FADES OUT WITH MORE DESPERATE CLICKING.

JESSI
     I guess that’s the end of my entertainment. Shoulda’
     known the pocket radio wouldn’t have a signal out here.
     How long have I been walking, anyway? Feels like it’s
     been forever... At least there’s a log to sit on.

SOUND: JESSICA’S FOOTSTEPS STOP, AND YOU CAN HEAR HER
PLACING HER WEIGHT ON THE LOG, AS IT CREEKS THERE’S ALSO A SQUEAK OF A PLUSH TOY. SHE
SCREAMS IN SURPRISE

JESSI
     Aah! Wh-what? Why would someone hide a little pink
     teddy bear in a log out in the middle of nowhere?
     Maybe that means I’ll come across a house or something
     soon... Hm. So...you’re a wind-up. I wonder if you play
     music or something.

SOUND: JESSI WINDS UP THE BEAR. SHE STOPS AND YOU HEAR A

LIGHT TICKING NOISE, LIKE A TEENY TINY CLOCK.

JESSI
     ...that’s all? What a rip-off. Do you, like, do
     anything else?

          (THE MECHANICAL VOICE OF THE LITTLE PINK BEAR)

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Yes. I can walk. I can speak. I can ob-serve. And I can
     an-swer most ques-tions.

JESSI
     Huh. Like an old-fashioned version of those creepy
     Storytime Bears. Nice. So, Little Pink Bear, why are we
     here?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Many phil-os-o-phers have pon-dered that same
     ques-tion. De-Carte once said-

JESSI
     No, no. I mean. What is this place? How did I get here?
     How did you get here?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     When I wind-down in the real world, I re-treat to this
     plane in or-der to ob-serve. To put it simply,
     Jess-i-ca Hug-son, you are dream-ing.
     Your dream is start-ing to resonate with the dreams of
     others, and you are slow-ly wan-der-ing into a network
     of dreams. Soon, your dreams will not be your own.

JESSI
     If this is all happening in my head, then
     how can I cross over into someone else’s dreams?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Well. In 1890-

JESSI
     Nevermind. It doesn’t really matter much if it’s just a
     dream. You might as well tag along. I could use the
     company.

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Ver-y well. I will join you in or-der to ob-serve.

JESSI
     Weirdo.

SOUND: THEY CONTINUE WALKING AND JESSICA STOPS ABRUPTLY,
STAMMERING HER SPEECH IN AWE.

JESSI
     Wh-what...what on earth? Two...four... six... There
     must be over 20 forks in this crossroad.

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Well. Ac-tu-all-y. The a-mount of roads will change
     each time you count them.

JESSI
     I guess there’s no point in worrying about it, then.
     These roads exist, so they have to lead somewhere...
     even if this is just a dream. Pinkie. Which road will
     get us to a person the fastest?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     The se-venth.

JESSI
     ...the seventh from where?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     The se-venth from where you be-gin to count.

JESSI
     Okay... (whispering to her self) ...five, six, seven. I
     guess this is it.

                         Scene 2: The Meadow

JESSI
     Well, at least this route is pretty. The path’s a bit
     windy, though. I can’t see much over the next foothill.
     How far away is the closest person?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     The Clo-sest per-son is 300 feet away.

JESSI
     Which way? Over here?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Re-cal-cu-lating.

SOUND: WE HEAR HER STEPS GET MORE ERRATIC

JESSI
     Okay, how about now? Hot or cold?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Make a u-turn at the next a-vail-able...

JESSI
     It’s fine. I don’t you bear-splaining everything to me.
     I’ll just find them myself.
...

JESSI
     Hello!? Can anyone hear me?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Hiya!

JESSI
     Oh! It’s just a kid. Hi, my name is Jessi. Who are you?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Button-Bright.

JESSI
     That’s a cool name. Where did you come from?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Don’t know.

JESSI
     Mm. Are you lost?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Don’t know.

JESSI
     O-kay... Um. Have you ever been to sea?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     To see what?

JESSI
     No. I mean, like. Are you from a shoreline? Have you
     ever been on a ship?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Don’t know.

JESSI
     Then why are you in sailor clothes!

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Huh... Don’t know.

JESSI
     Come on, you must know something!

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Oh... Must I?

JESSI
     Of course!

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Oh! What must I know.

JESSI
     Well...for starters, you gotta know your plan. You have
     to know what you’re going to do next.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Ooooooh. Do YOU know what you’re going to do next?

JESSI
     Um. Well, I guess not. Even if this is a dream... I
     guess I can’t leave you out here. Let’s get you home.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     I’m okay, lady. I get lost all the time! But, as long
     as I have my family’s magic umbrella, I can always find
     my way back home.

JESSI
     Okay. I see and where is this umbrella.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Don’t know... Oh. That’s a problem, huh?

JESSI
     Heh. Don’t worry about it, Button Bright. I think I see
     something that can help you. Is that your umbrella in
     that tree?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Oh! It looks like it! But I can’t reach!

JESSI
     It’s okay. I’ll get it.

SOUND: JESSI MAKES A BIT OF A GRUNT AS THE BRANCHES OF THE

TREE CREAK AND THE LEAVES RUSTLE. AT LAST SHE GETS IT.

JESSI
     Oh boy... Looks like it hit a snag on the twigs. It’s
     broken, buddy.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Can you fix it?!

JESSI
     Don’t kn- Erm. I mean, I’m not sure. The canopy got
     ripped by a broken stretcher. Um. I need to patch this
     part here, and then mend this part here. I don’t have
     anything on me that can do it, but with some fabric and
     wire, it shouldn’t be too hard.

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     There is a litt-le store one mile down the road.

JESSI
     Come on, Button-Bright. We’ll find a way to fix this.

SOUND: THEY EXIT THE SHRUBS AND CONTINUE TO THE ROAD.

JESSI
     Hey, Little Pink Bear. If this is my dream, why can’t I
     just magically fix everything by thinking it?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     We have wan-dered out of your dream space. The fur-ther
     down this road we go, the less I know of our
     sur-round-ings. Like a pow-er-ful magic is keep-ing me
     in the dark.

JESSI
     Cool. Sounds great.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     I like your bear.

JESSI
     Thanks, but he doesn’t belong to anybody. He’s kinda
     doing his own thing. ... You know, Button-Bright, you
     seem pretty unfazed by this whole being lost thing.
     Your parents must be worried about you.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Oh. Must they?

JESSI
     Of course. Parents are supposed to always worry about
     their kids. Even when they’re safe.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Why?

JESSI
     Comes with the job.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Do your parents worry about you?

JESSI
     I’m...I’m sure they do. I mean. I know my mom does,
     anyway. And I worry about her too.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Kids are supposed to worry about their parents, too?!

JESSI
     I think it’s just something that happens when you get
     older. How old are you, anyway?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Don’t know. At least a hundred!

SOUND: JESSICA GIGGLES AT THIS.

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     He is not kidd-ing. Nor is he in-cor-rect.

JESSI
     Whatever. You look good for your age, kid. Let’s get
     you home.

                         Scene 3: The Shop

SOUND: A HEAVY WOODEN DOOR OPENS AS OUR GROUP ENTERS THE

SHOP, SETTING OFF A LITTLE BELL.

          (THE WISE DONKEY, AND HIS PARTNER THE FOOLISH OWL,
          BOTH CALL OUT ACROSS THE SHOP)

WISE DONKEY
     Come in, come in!

FOOLISH OWL
     Hoo-hoo. How do you do?

JESSI
Um. Hi.

WISE DONKEY
     What’s the matter? You look a bit confused, my dear.

JESSI
     Well... I honestly shouldn’t be, with the day I’ve had.
     But, for whatever reason, when I read the shop sign
     outside I thought "The Wise Donkey and the Foolish Owl"
     was...just a name. I didn’t expect to be talking to a
     donkey and an owl. But yeah, okay. Sure. This is
     happening.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Look! The Donkey-man’s got glasses and the blue owl’s
     got a sun bonnet!

JESSI
     I’ve never seen a blue owl before.

FOOLISH OWL
     And I’ve never seen a girl with hair so blue. Tell me,
     my dear, how can we help you?

JESSI
     Um. We’re actually hoping to fix my friend’s umbrella.

FOOLISH OWL
     No need to explain. Outside definitely looks like it’s
     about to rain.

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Well. Ac-tu-ally. The sun has been out all after-noon.
     Air pressure suggests that -

JESSI
     He doesn’t need it for the weather, he needs it in
     order to get home. If you guys have the right parts in
     stock, I can fix it in a jiffy. I think I might have
     some money in my jacket...somewhere.

WISE DONKEY
     Oh, sweetheart, no. That’s not *that* kind of shop. We
     sell advice here.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Is it free?

WISE DONKEY
     My dear boy, of course! Advice doesn’t cost anything --
     unless you follow it. Permit me to say, judging you
     merely by appearances, I think you’re better suited to
     talk to the Foolish Owl yonder.

FOOLISH OWL
     The boy in the sailor suit doesn’t look lost, he knows
     exactly where he is and doesn’t care the cost.

JESSI
     But he doesn’t know where he is!

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     Sure I do. I’m at the shop!

JESSI
     Mr. Donkey, the sign says you’re wise. Well, I wish
     you’d prove it.

WISE DONKEY
     Put me to the test, my little blue bird.

JESSI
     How can I fix this umbrella?

WISE DONKEY
     Why, by patching it and fixing that joint, of course. I
     happen to have what you need in my desk

JESSI
     But you just said you weren’t that kind of shop!

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     Yes. But the Wise Don-Key never said he did not *have*
     the parts.

JESSI
     Can you give me the parts, please?

WISE DONKEY
     Sure! Of course I will.

SOUND: THE WISE DONKEY RUMMAGES THROUGH HIS DESK.

WISE DONKEY
     Now, this piece of canvas oughta patch up that little
     hole. I got a screw right here that can go back in the
     joint, but you’re gonna need a bonding agent.

JESSI
     Already ahead of you.

SOUND: SHE UNWRAPS SOMETHING

WISE DONKEY
     What is that?

FOOLISH OWL
     Clearly it’s cement that is edible. If I may say so,
     the smell is incredible.

JESSI
     (IN MID-CHEW)

     It’s bubble gum
SOUND: THERE’S A SMALL POP AS SHE TAKES IT OUT AND MENDS THE
UMBRELLA.

JESSI
     Alright, Button-Bright. Now you can get back home.

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     That’s okay. I don’t need it anymore, blue lady.

JESSI
     Wh-what do you mean?

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     I realized that this is a dream! It won’t matter what
     happened here when it’s over.

FOOLISH OWL
     Hooo!

WISE DONKEY
     Turns out you’re much wiser than I was expecting. I am
     so sorry, my dear boy. I wish I’d seen it sooner.

JESSI
     Yeah, well, *I* wish I was somewhere with more helpful
     people.

SOUND: THERE’S A WOOSHING POP NOISE THAT CAN ONLY BE
DESCRIBED AS THE QUICK OPENING OF AN UMBRELLA. THERE’S A
RUSTLE OF WIND AS JESSICA IS THROWN INTO THE AIR BY IT

JESSI
     Aaaah! What’s happening?

LITTLE PINK BEAR
     I be-lieve the um-brell-a is taking you some-where with
     help-ful people.

JESSI
     How do I make it stop!

BUTTON-BRIGHT
     You can’t until it takes you there! Goodbye, blue lady!

WISE DONKEY
     Don’t let go now, at that height you’re gonna hurt
     yourself! Mind your head on the way out!

JESSI
     Wait! Help me!

FOOLISH OWL
     I already did, though. I opened the window!

JESSI Aaah!

SOUND: SHE SCREAMS AGAIN AS SHE’S BLOW OUT AND INTO THE SKY.

                         Scene 4: The Farm

SOUND: WIND IS RUSHING PAST AGAIN, THERE’S A LIGHT CREAKING
FROM THE UMBRELLA.

MUSIC: ANDREW PRESTON, WINTER IN THE TIRE STACKS

JESSI
     No, no no. Don’t descend so quickly! Wait!

SOUND: THE UMBRELLA RUSHES AGAIN, AND JESSICA HITS THE

GROUND WITH A GRAVELY PLOP.

JESSICA
     ...ouch.

SOUND: THE UMBRELLA POPS AND FLUTTERS AWAY.

JESSI
     No! Wait! Okay... Jessica, you’ve got this. It’s
     just...suddenly dark and foggy. Just corn everywhere.

SOUND: FOOTSEPS ON THE DIRT PATH AS SHE WALKS FORWARD.

JESSI
     (A HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF)
     A light? Oh! It’s a little farm house. It’s so cute.
     Please, please have someone normal inside.

SOUND: JESSI FEELS IN THE DARK AND REACHES THE GATE, YOU CAN
HEAR HER FEET ON THE WOODEN PORCH. SHE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR.

JESSI
     Hello? Um. Is anyone home?

SOUND: THE DOOR OPENS.
          (THE NAMELESS PERSON OPENS THE DOOR.  MID TEEN,
          LIKE JESSI. VOICE IS SOFT AND ROUND.)

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     My goodness! Where did you come from?

JESSI
     I-I don’t really know. California, I guess?

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     I know you must be tired by now. Come in, I’ll get you
     a cup of water.

JESSI
     Thank you. You seem...very familiar. What’s your name?

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Oh dear. Well, it’s a little awkward. I can’t remember.
     I can’t remember anything, really.

JESSI
     That’s awful... I’m sorry.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Oh, it’s alright. I’m so glad to see you. I can’t
     remember ever having company before. What’s your name?

JESSI
     Jessica. But, everyone calls me Jessi.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     It’s nice to meet you, Jessi. What brings you out here?

JESSI
     I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m here, or where I am.
     I was dreaming...but now I don’t know if I am, anymore.
     At least... it doesn’t feel like my dream now.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     I wish I could help. I don’t know where we are... but I
     dream about this place every single night. It’s the
     only time I feel at home. It must be important to me.

JESSI
     So, I’m in *your* dream now. Where are you when you
     wake up from this dream?

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Everything is dark and gray and cold. I try to stay
     asleep for as long as possible - but when I’m
     awake...it’s just nothing. In some ways, this feels
     more like I’m awake but I know I’m not. It’s hard to
     explain.

JESSI
     Wait. I know who you are. Wallace. You’re him. You’re
     my cousin Wallace.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Wallace? Him? ...no. No that can’t be right. I don’t
     feel like a boy. I don’t feel like I’ve ever been a
     Wallace, either.

JESSI
     Well... you look just like my cousin. I mean, I haven’t
     seen him since I was little. But I have been thinking
     about him lately. Maybe my dreams are starting to mash
     up with yours.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     I guess anything’s possible! I don’t really remember
     what I look like. When I’m awake I don’t have a body at
     all. So, even as your cousin, I suppose this is a
     marked improvement. But...why were you thinking about
     him if you haven’t seen him in years?

JESSI
     Well. It’s not just him, I guess. It’s kind of
     complicated. Um. So, how long has this been happening
     to you?

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     It’s hard to say. I can’t trace time like this,
     but...it’s been a while. I don’t understand why I’m
     here, or why you’re the only person I’ve talked to.
     Sleeping or awake. Every once in a while, things will
     come back to me. Nothing solid, you see,
     but...sometimes it’s as close as the ripples in a
     stream.

JESSI
     You can’t give up hope.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Well... what about you. You’re lost too. Why? What made
     you come here today? You’re holding something back.

JESSI
     (SHE’S SHEEPISH)

     You’re right. Your farm made me think of it. It looks
     like what I’d picture Kansas to look like. It’s very
     charming in here.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Thank you! Maybe next time we meet, I can see your
     house. Wait... Kansas. That sounds familiar.

JESSI
     It’s where my mom is from. It’s where my cousin lives
     with the rest of my mom’s family. We’re moving there
     tomorrow and leaving my home behind. And my dad.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Oh. Oh, Jessi. I’m so sorry. How do you feel?

JESSI
     (HER VOICE BREAKS)
     I don’t know. I thought I was doing okay. But...there’s
     so much to worry about. My mom keeps pretending that
     she can handle it, too. But she’s about to have a baby.
     Alone. No one can be that brave all the time. I
     certainly can’t.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid,
     and that kind of courage you have in plenty. Your momma
     is incredibly lucky to have a daughter who cares so
     much.

JESSI
     (SHE SNIFFS)

     Thanks. You know, I know you’re not my cousin. I feel
     like...I’ve known you a long time. But I don’t see
     how.  I just...I wish I could help you out. I’m gonna
     be okay, but you sound like you’re in real trouble.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     I’m alright, for now. When you wake up, you’ll have
     forgotten all about this. But... when you go to
     Kansas... can you do something for me? If it’s
     possible.

JESSI
     Of course.

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     Look for a farm like this one. Please try to remember
     me, even if I can’t remember myself. If my home is
     really in Kansas, then someone there must know about
     me. Someone out there has to care about me and wonder
     where I am. Somewhere...

SOUND: THE NAMELESS PERSON GASPS

JESSI
     What is it?!

THE NAMELESS PERSON
     My name...I remember my name. It’s -

SOUND: THE ALARM GOES BLARING, MUSIC IS PLAYING IN A MUFFLED

STATE. ENDING THE DREAM. JESSICA HITS THE SNOOZE BUTTON.

                         Scene 5: Jessi’s Room

JESSI
     (SLUGGISHLY)
     Ugh. Moving day. Man. What a weird dream... I wish I
     could remember it. Maybe after five more minutes.

SOUND: THERE’S A PAUSE THEN THE ALARM START BLARING AGAIN

JESSI
     (DISGRUNTLED CRY)
     Ugh! Wh-h-hyyyyy...

MUSIC: THE WOODSHEEP, LOST
...old friends tell me that I’ve found my way/ I’m not cut
out for getting caught/ I’m getting good at getting
lost these days/ Good at getting lost these days/  Good
at getting lost these days...

                    End of Episode