Planning:
· Include each shot with corresponding story line
· On opposite page, include written commentary with still images
· Below, include shot with commentary
· Extras:
- Deleted scenes
- Planning – story boards, character profiles
- Bloopers
- Practice animation
· Commentary:
- Problems – making my character, camera
- Original plan
- Changes
- Aspects I like
- Photoshop/editing – before and after
- Improvements
Story:
· There once was a box, and in this box was a model of a cute little town in which a little boy name Timothy lived.
· It just so happened that that day it was really hot in the little town, and Timothy, who was walking around the town, decided to buy an ice cream, and so walked up to this adorable pink ice cream stall.
· “Hello,” the stallholder said, in a deep scary voice. “Would you like to try the every-flavour ice cream? It’s free, just for you.”
· “Sure,” Timothy replied. “Thank you very much kind sir.”
· The ice cream man passed him an enormous ice cream, with every flavour pile on top. The man passed over carefully, the ice cream wobbled precariously; it wasn’t very stable.
“Have a nice day,” he said.
· Holding the ice cream, timothy slowly walked forward. He tried to balance the ice cream, but it was a lost hope. The massive ice cream began to topple and scoop after scoop fell and smashed on the ground.
· Then a surprising thing happened. As the ice cream melted, the colours began to merge forming of colour. Timothy, who was learning over to watch the amazing phenomenon, slipped and lost his balance.
· With a scream he fell forward, expecting to hear the bone-sickening crunch of his body against the pavement. But it never happened, and when timothy opened his eyes he found he was falling through darkness, surrounded only by scoops of ice cream of every colour. Timothy fainted in shock.
· As Timothy slowly regained consciousness, he became aware that he was lying on pavement, but not in his town. This town was like his, but different; the buildings were in ruins, their windows were smashed, and the ice cream stall was planked up. As timothy got to his feet, he noticed a dark figure moving behind him, looming over him. As he slowly turned to look, the hood over the figure’s face slipped down, revealing and empty skeletal frame.
With a scream he ran off, down dark twisty alleyways, until be got lost in the maze of corners and turns
· He stopped at a corner, his chest rising and falling as he panted, but then looked up as something caught his eye. A small glowing orb danced passed his face, and was absorbed into a man lying unconscious on the footpath.
· There was something unusual about this man, and Timothy crept closer to have a look. As he did, he began to feel faint and swayed alarmingly on his feet as everything went dark.
· When timothy next regained consciousness he was lying on the pavement of his hometown, and his mum was leaning over him.
· “Sorry, my child was being troublesome…” She spoke to the phone, walking off.
· “Mum!” Timothy yelled to her, quickly getting to his feet and running after her.
· As he ran off a small beach ball rolled down the footpath, and slowly sank into the puddle of ice cream.
· It was just a dream, or was it?
Checklist:
o Cut animation
o Write Story
o Write commentary
o Format epub