Miff of Legend Script 01

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1. ​ Miff of Legend​ ​ MINISODE PILOT​ ​ “Bridge Troll”​ ​ Written by​ ​ Finn Guy​
2. ​ EXT. CLIFFSIDE BRIDGE – DAY​ ​ Thick, choking CLOUDS swirl above a jagged cliff. Below: angry,​ ​ water doing its best impression of certain death.​ ​ Far across the canyon: a BRIDGE. Tiny. Suspended way down in the​ ​ distance.​ ​ MIFF marches forward with the courageous ignorance of a 9-year-old​ ​ with a broadsword. On her shoulder—PIDGE, a giant pigeon, staring​ ​ blankly into the void.​ ​ MIFF​ ​ Ooooof. Deeeep. Okay. We can fly over​ ​ that easy, right, Pidge? …Pidge?​ ​ Pidge slowly tilts his head at the clouds. Silent refusal.​ ​ SFX:​​ POOF​ ​ Pidge snaps into his backpack form: a bird-shaped pack with tiny​ ​ legs gently wrapped around Miff’s arms like straps.​ ​ Miff exhales, already accepting this is on foot. She trudges toward​ ​ the bridge.​ ​ CUT TO:​ ​ EXT. BRIDGE – DAY​ ​ Miff arrives at the START of the bridge, slightly out of breath. She​ ​ steps on. It immediately CREAKS, wincing like it’s remembering a​ ​ traumatic past.​ ​ MIFF​ ​ I’m sure this is fine.​ ​ A beat.​ ​ A wooden plank SNAPS and plunges into the water below.​ ​ From beneath, a CLAWED OCTOPUS TENTACLE lashes up, GRABS the broken​ ​ plank—​ ​ —then SMASHES it against the cliff face a few times for good​ ​ measure.​ ​ Miff looks in awe, pouting. Her one brain cell is trying to figure​ ​ out if this is a bad idea.​
3. ​ MIFF​ ​ I’m suuuure this is fine.​ ​ From the fog—​ ​ TROLL KID​ ​ (distant)​ ​ You.. you.. there!​ ​ A TROLL pops out. Small. Nervous. Holding a battered STOP sign like​ ​ a shield.​ ​ TROLL KID​ ​ S—stop. Please. Like… Now… thanks.​ ​ MIFF​ ​ Oh! A bridge troll. Hi!​ ​ She keeps walking, smiling.​ ​ TROLL KID​ ​ WAIT—no—STOP—I said​​ stop. More like​ ​ in a stopping way!​ ​ He steps in front of her. Shaking.​ ​ Miff gently moves him aside, completely weightless.​ ​ The troll freezes.​ ​ Then—​ ​ He bursts into CHILDISH SOBBING.​ ​ He collapses into the planks, crying dramatically. Wiping his snotty​ ​ troll nose all over his crusty sleeves.​ ​ Silence.​ ​ We pull back to reveal, from under the bridge, an OLDER TROLL​ ​ sitting on a porch carved into the jagged cliff face, reading a​ ​ troll romance novel in an armchair. He wears a cardigan and reading​ ​ glasses, looking knackered. He gets up and climbs a ladder toward​ ​ the crying troll.​ ​ OLDER TROLL​ ​ …Heyyyy, buddy! No, no you’re doing​ ​ great!​
4. ​ OLDER TROLL​ ​ Hello. Hi, yeah - Sorry. That’s my​ ​ son.​ ​ He gestures to the crying troll.​ ​ OLDER TROLL (CONT.)​ ​ First day guarding the bridge. We’re…​ ​ workshopping confidence.​ ​ The kid continues sobbing into the ground. His sobs getting​ ​ increasingly louder that Older Troll has to start shouting.​ ​ TROLL KID​ ​ (sobbing)​ ​ I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO BE A BRIDGE​ ​ TROLL. I WANTED TO BE ON BROADWAY BUT​ ​ I DIDN’T HAVE RAAAANGE.​ ​ Troll kid bursts into his next round of sobs. Miff and Dad Troll​ ​ look uncomfortable like they just witnessed someone be sick on the​ ​ bus.​ ​ OLDER TROLL​ ​ (sighs)​ ​ Could you maybe… let him have this​ ​ one? For morale?​ ​ Miff considers this very seriously.​ ​ MIFF​ ​ So if I fall off the bridge, does he​ ​ win?​ ​ OLDER TROLL​ ​ Oh no, we normally do more of a-​ ​ MIFF smiles and nods, ignoring the troll, then immediately backflips​ ​ off the bridge.​ ​ OLDER TROLL (CONT.)​ ​ -riddles thing.​ ​ MIFF​ ​ AAAAA—​ ​ But before she fully drops—​ ​ Pidge​​ changes,​​ FEATHERS ERUPT.​
5. ​ Massive wings burst outward with a furious, reluctant​​ WHUMP​ ​ .​ ​ He catches Miff just enough to redirect her fall—​ ​ —she​​ glides awkwardly​ ​ , spinning once in the air and​​ lands HARD at​ ​ the bottom of the cliff near the water with a dusty THUD.​ ​ A beat.​ ​ Silence. You good Miff?​ ​ Miff sits up immediately. (phew.)​ ​ MIFF​ ​ …Haha! We almost died.​ ​ PIDGE​ ​ BIRD SCREAM​ ​ Pidge immediately looks traumatised, trying to catch his breath,​ ​ hyperventilating into a tiny brown paper bag he definitely did not​ ​ have a second ago.​ ​ Above, at the top of the cliff—​ ​ The TROLL KID is visible again, peering over the edge. For a moment,​ ​ he just stares.​ ​ Then—​ ​ He BURSTS INTO EXCITED CHEERING.​ ​ Jumping. Pumping his fists. Full emotional reversal.​ ​ He throws his arms around the OLDER TROLL.​ ​ The Older Troll steadies him, surprised… then softens into a​ ​ relieved smile.​ ​ He looks down toward Miff.​ ​ A tired, sincere​​ THUMBS UP​ ​ .​ ​ Miff blinks.​ ​ Then, after a beat—​ ​ She raises her hand.​ ​ A small, earnest​​ THUMBS UP BACK​ ​ . She smiles, this​​ is what being a​ ​ hero is all about.​
6. ​ Miff brushes herself off.​ ​ Miff​ ​ Alrighty, now how do we get out of​ ​ here?​ ​ The tentacled creature returns, suddenly grabbing Miff and Pidge and​ ​ drags them both into the water. A few bubbles, then nothing.​ ​ CUT TO BLACK.​