Coraline Musical Script

(BOBINSKY COUNTING IN RUSSIAN)
(CAR HONKING)
(BOBINSKY CURSES IN RUSSIAN)
MOVER: We're here! Time to muscle up.
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GIGGLES)
(GROANS)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(PEBBLES CLATTERING)
Hello?
Who's there?
(CAT SCREECHES)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
(GASPS)
(MEOWS)
(SCREAMS)
You scared me to death, you mangy thing.
I'm just looking for an old well. Know it?
Not talking, huh?
Magic dowser, magic dowser,
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Show me the well!
(HONKING)
(GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
Get away from me!
(CORALINE GRUNTS)
Ooh.
Let me guess. You're from Texas or Utah,
someplace dried-out and barren, right?
I heard about water witching before,
but it doesn't make sense.
I mean, it's just an ordinary branch.
It's a dowsing rod.
Ow!
And I don't like being stalked,
not by psycho nerds or their cats!
He's not really my cat. He's kind of feral.
You know, wild.
Of course, I do feed him every night,
and sometimes he'll come to my window
and bring me little dead things.
Look, I'm from Pontiac.
Huh?
Michigan. And if I'm a water witch,
then where's the secret well?
You stomp too hard and you'll fall in it.
Oh!
See?
(HOLLOW THUDDING)
It's supposed to be so deep,
if you fell to the bottom and looked up,
you'd see a sky full of stars
in the middle of the day.
Ha!
Surprised she let you move in.
My gramma, she owns the Pink Palace.
Won't rent to people with kids.
What do you mean?
(STAMMERING) I'm not supposed to
talk about it. I'm Wybie. Wybie Lovat.
Wybie?
Short for Wyborne.
Not my idea, of course.
What'd you get saddled with?
I wasn't saddled with anything. It's Coraline.
Caroline what?
Coraline. Coraline Jones.
(SCOFFS) It's not real scientific,
but I heard an ordinary name like Caroline
can lead people to have
ordinary expectations about a person.
(GRUNTS IN EXASPERATION)
LOVAT: Wyborne!
I think I heard
someone calling you, Wyborne.
What? I didn't hear anything.
I definitely heard someone,
Why-Were-You-Born.
LOVAT: Wyborne!
Grandma!
(CHUCKLES UNCOMFORTABLY)
Well, great to meet a Michigan water witch,
but I'd wear gloves next time.
Why?
'Cause that dowsing rod of yours,
it's poison oak.
(EXCLAIMS)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(SPLASHING)
I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.
Uh-huh.
I would've died.
That's nice.
Hmm.
So, can I go out?
I think it's perfect weather for gardening.
No, Coraline. Rain makes mud.
Mud makes a mess.
But, Mom, I want stuff growing
when my friends come to visit.
Isn't that why we moved here?
Something like that.
But then we had the accident.
It wasn't my fault you hit that truck.
I never said it was.
I can't believe it.
You and Dad get paid to write about plants,
and you hate dirt.
Coraline, I don't have time for you
right now,
and you still have unpacking to do.
Lots of unpacking.
(SARCASTICALLY) That sounds exciting!
Oh. Some kid left this on the front porch.
WYBIE: Hey, Jonesy.
Look what I found in Gramma's trunk.
Look familiar? Wybie.
(GROANS)
CORALINE: Huh.
A little me? That's weird.
What's his name, anyway?
Wybie. And I'm way too old for dolls.
Hey, Dad. How's the writing going?
Dad!
Hello, Coraline and Coraline doll.
Do you know where the garden tools are?
It's It's pouring out there, isn't it?
(SCOFFS)
It's just raining.
What'd the boss say?
Don't even think about going out,
Coraline Jones!
Then you won't need the tools.
(GROANS)
(SQUEAKS)
(SQUEAKING)
(GROANS)
You know, this house is 150 years old.
So?
So explore it.
Go out and count all the doors and windows
and write that down on
List everything that's blue. Just let me work.
(TYPING)
(SIGHS)
Ew!
(EXCLAIMS)
(SQUEAKS)
(SCREAMING)
No. No, no, no. No.
(SCREAMING)
One boring blue boy
in a painfully boring painting.
Four incredibly boring windows
and no more doors.
All right, little me. Where are you hiding?
Huh?
Hey, Mom. Where does this door go?
I'm really, really busy.
CORALINE: I think it's locked.
Please!
(GROANS)
Will you stop pestering me
if I do this for you?
(WHIMPERING)
Fine.
(CREAKING)
Bricks? I don't get it.
(SIGHS)
They must've closed this off
when they divided up the house.
You're kidding.
And why is the door so small?
We made a deal! Zip it!
You didn't lock it.
(MOM EXCLAIMING IN FRUSTRATION)
(SINGING) Oh, my twitchy-witchy girl
I think you are so nice
I give you bowls of porridge
And I give you bowls of ice cream
(GROANS IN DISGUST)
Why don't you ever cook, Mom?
Coraline, we've been through this before.
Your dad cooks, I clean,
and you stay out of the way.
I swear I'll go food shopping
soon as we finish the catalog.
Try some of the chard.
You need a vegetable.
It looks more like slime to me.
Well, it's slime or bedtime, fusspot.
Now what's it gonna be?
Think they're trying to poison me?
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Don't forget about me, guys. Okay?
Good night, little me.
(MOUSE SQUEAKING)
(CONTINUES SQUEAKING)
(CORALINE GASPS)
Whoa!
Huh?
(SNIFFING)
Mmm. Something smells good.
(OTHER MOTHER HUMMING)
Mom? What are you doing here
in the middle of the night?
You're just in time for supper, dear.
You're not my mother.
My mother doesn't have
(STAMMERS)
(MIMICS STAMMERING)
(CHUCKLES) Buttons? Do you like them?
I'm your other mother, silly.
Now go tell your other father
that supper's ready.
Well, go on. He's in his study.
(PIANO PLAYING)
CORALINE: Hello?
Hello, Coraline.
Wanna hear my new song?
My father can't play piano.
No need to.
This piano plays me.
(EXCLAIMS IN SURPRISE)
(PLAYING MERRY TUNE)
(SINGING) Making up a song about Coraline
She's a peach, she's a doll
She's a pal of mine
She's as cute as a button
in the eyes of everyone
Who ever laid their eyes on Coraline
When she comes around exploring
Mom and I will never, ever make it boring
Our eyes will be on Coraline
I'm sorry,
but she said to tell you the food's ready.
Mmm.
Who's starving? Raise your hand.
Whoa!
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(OTHER FATHER CLEARS THROAT)
We give our thanks and ask to bless
our mother's golden chicken breast.
(OTHER FATHER LAUGHING)
(TINKLING)
(SNIFFING)
Mmm!
CORALINE: This chicken is good.
Hungry, aren't you?
Do you have any gravy?
Well, here comes the gravy train.
Choo, choo!
Huh.
Another roll? Sweet peas? Corn on the cob?
I'm real thirsty.
Of course. Any requests?
Mango milkshake?
Home?
We've been waiting for you, Coraline.
For me?
OTHER FATHER: Yep.
Wasn't the same here without you, kiddo.
I didn't know I had another mother.
Of course you do. Everyone does.
Really?
OTHER MOTHER: Uh-huh.
And soon as you're through eating,
I thought we'd play a game.
You mean like hide-and-seek?
Perfect. Hide-and-seek in the rain.
What rain?
(EXCLAIMS IN SURPRISE)
What about the mud?
We love mud here.
Mud facials, mud baths, mud pies.
It's great for poison oak.
How'd you know I
I I'd love to play,
but I better get home to my other mother.
But I'm your other mother.
I mean my other, other mother.
Mom number one?
(OTHER FATHER EXCLAIMS)
I think I should get to bed.
Of course, sweetheart. It's all made up.
But
Come along, sleepyhead.
(CORALINE GASPS)
Wow.
DRAGONFLY: Hello, Coraline.
DRAGONFLIES: Hello, hello, hello, hello.
What's shaking, baby?
Hello.
GIRL: Hey. How's it going, Loper?
Where's your swampers and chook?
Cripes almighty! How are my best trolls?
I can't wait till summer.
You're both coming, right?
We're already here, Coraline.
Gone to Oregon.
CORALINE: Oh.
The mud.
(YAWNS)
See you soon.
See you soon.
(YAWNS)
(GASPS)
It's gone. My poison oak! It's gone!
Huh.
(KETTLE WHISTLING)
It was incredibly r

Coraline Script