Indiana Jones and the Infringement of the Copyright

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The new adventures of Tom and Huck had been a failure thanks to Alan’s mom’s irrational fears of our contracting malaria from a local pond.

Was that the end of our filmmaking? Oh no. Our lofty and unreachable goals would not be set aside so easily. We were still in possession of the 8mm camera and we still had the drive to be famous, so we decided to begin our second first feature film.

This newest piece of cinematic artistry was to be titled Danger Boys of the Lost City.

Now, similarities could be made between Danger Boys and an iconic film about an adventurous archaeologist, but we, self-deluded and seemingly impervious to reality, had persuaded ourselves that our story was totally unique and would receive waves of awe from moviegoers and industry people alike.

So, what was Danger Boys of the Lost City about? How much adventure could be crammed into one film about two boys?

FADE IN…

A small charter plane flies over the jungles of Africa for no reason whatsoever.

Aboard the plane, aside from a pilot that is never shown due to a deficit of adults we wanted involved, are two young boys named Alan and Mike (Alan would portray the role of Alan, I would play Mike).

The thing about Alan and Mike is that they have a knack for getting into trouble, but also a deep commitment to their elementary knowledge of archaeology (a thing they know involves digging in the dirt for gold, but what they don’t realize requires an education). This is not far fetched because, hello, what 10-year olds aren’t chartering planes in order to satisfy their desire to learn about ancient cultures? It’s practically a rite of passage!

For reasons never agreed upon (I suggested a classic engine failure, while Alan really wanted an attack by alien saucers), the plane crashes in one of the continent’s “…most darkest and most remotest” jungles. Miraculously, the two boys jump out just before impact, landing safely onto a pile of leaves from heights of several thousand feet. (The intensity is already that thick!)

“What best we can tell, the boys jumped out of the plane before the crash. Their only chance was if they landed on a pile of leaves.”

With no way of contacting the outside world , the boys are left with no other choice but to use their survivalist backgrounds to trek their way out of the jungle. After several, arduous minutes of hiking, the two boys find that they’ve stumbled upon a city of gold from an ancient civilization named, um, the Bokoloks.

Lured by the opportunity to unlock a new chapter in anthropological and cultural history, the pre-pubescent archaeological wonders begin exploring the ancient ruins. On the outside, the city is beautiful and welcoming. But, once the boys pass the forbidden ‘Door of Entry’, they are shocked to find the city guarded by an elite group of ninjas…sworn to protect the ruins at any cost.

The much feared and forbidden Door Of Entry, as guarded by what may or may not have been ninjas.

However, these ninjas, with their discipline and training dating back thousands of years, find that they are no match for the boys’ mixture of street smarts, comedic timing and unparalleled skill with a whip (a whip, incidentally, made entirely from dozens of leather shoe laces knotted together end to end. It didn’t make a cracking sound when snapped, so we would have to add the sound effect post-production by breaking potato chips under a glass).

As the action commences, the boys engage the ninjas in a battle envisioned as a cross between a Burt Reynolds barroom brawl and a Keystone cops chase. Our throwing punches with our underdeveloped arms take out the trained assassins left and right. For their part, the ninjas haphazardly bump into one another, stabbing one another in the butt with their swords and become all-around hilarious foils. The sound of tweeting birds would be inserted every time a ninja was knocked unconscious because, ya know, we wanted some realism.

Train all you want, Ninjas. You’ll find that you’re no match for two boys who watch way too many cartoons.

We weren’t sure how it ended, but figured we’d make something up. So…

FADE OUT…

Day after day, we acted out this epic battle scene, something that was only meant to be just one of the many climaxes the film had to offer. Alan’s hyperactivity proved beneficial, as he was able to simultaneously portray several ninjas at once, coming from all sides.

Yeah, things were really falling into place on Danger Boys of the Lost City. No malaria was gonna stop this movie, no sirree.

Satisfied with the only scene we put any thought into, we moved on to the next natural step: deciding where to premiere Danger Boys of the Lost City. After intense consideration, we decided that the local 4-screen cineplex would be the best venue. It was close enough to Alan’s house that he could get home on-time for bed and not get grounded.

Additional floors would have to be built at the cineplex in order to accomodate the thousands who wished to attend the Danger Boys premiere.

Every aspect of the premiere was planned out. Our friends would show up in tuxedos, the big lights, the expensive limousines, the free bucket of popcorn that Alan and I would share (the pimply-faced teen would smile and wink at us from behind the concession stand as he added, at no charge, an extra, delicious helping of the artificially flavored, finger staining butter he knew we loved so much). We knew that the publicity we’d receive from newspapers all across the country whose headlines heralded us (and rightly so) as child prodigies would be our ticket to fame. As media darlings, our faces would be as common on the evening news as that guy that killed people or whoever the President was. Everyone at school would want to be our friends, we’d receive fan mail from all over the US and from other countries and Canada. It was all going to be so sweet.

Every detail of our success was worked out to a tee. Not one thing was overlooked. Nothing, that is, except the actual movie. We had no large-scale production costs considered, no locales scouted out. In fact, aside from Alan’s manufacturing the shoelace whip, no effort had been put forth to help bring the film to light, at all. In fact, so caught up in what charming comebacks I would have for reporters, I never found time to write one of my patented one-page scripts.

It was only when we realized this oversight did we feel completely beaten down and our ego balloons deflated.

Our sorrow not entirely without merit, however. We had learned one important lesson: in order to premiere a movie and reap the benefits of mass adoration, said movie must first be filmed.

Who knew?

“There was a time when I was gonna be a famous film actor person, Willie. I had big dreams back then. Now look at me. Who am I? I’m an 11-year old nobody, a zero, a statistic.”

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85 thoughts on “Indiana Jones and the Infringement of the Copyright

  1. Ha! You were quite an imaginative and go-getting kid. I just…ate paste.

  2. You two were some pretty awesome kids! That make do whip and the potato chip sound effects, oh man! I couldn’t even make paper planes as a kid.

  3. You’ve been Freshly Pressed?! Congrats!!

  4. “Alan’s hyperactivity proved beneficial, as he was able to simultaneously portray several ninjas at once, coming from all sides.”
    Love this! I am sure you will accomplish greatness when you are 12.

    • Unfortunately, 12-year old me moved to another state and never got to finish the Danger Boys masterpiece. *sigh*

  5. So have you started filming yet?

  6. I wrote a short story ages ago called “Indiana Matt and the Temple of Really Bad Dead Things.” It’s totally begging for a screen adaptation if you guys are interested. We can talk about replacing the character of Indiana Matt with Mike and Alan, since frankly it would take two leading men to match the amount of awesome contained within the single entity that is Indiana Matt. Have your people call my people.

  7. Um… Interesting

  8. Rajini Kumar

    Reblogged this on Rajnie's Blog and commented:
    So, when are you releasing this movie? It would definitely be a block buster. Cheers! :)

  9. Right there with you….. We had a dog, so we did it famous five stylee.

  10. That was awesome!
    Kind of reminds me of the adventures me and my friend Charlie used to get up to. We used to pretend we were army men and walk around our little area with toy guns building bases (what we called hideouts). I always built the roofs which I ended up being regarded as the ‘expert’ at, and he built the defences. It was great craic.
    On some rare occasions, the whole lot of us, including those from down the way, would all band together and venture into the local park. That was an incredible experience as we all knew we weren’t allowed that far away from home.
    So sad I had to move house when I was 10 though. I would love to be able to go back and be able to relive those memories. Possibly make a movie out of it someday, lol :)

    • Good story. Were you able to turn your expertise at roofs into a thriving defense contractor business? :)
      Our hideouts always collapsed and were anything but hidden.

  11. Reblogged this on Thou Shall Not Parse and commented:
    An awesome tale of childhood creativity, and a spoof of Indiana Jones. From its glory days, till the shit hit the fan and they realised they’d need to film it first.

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  13. It’s stuff like this that, through trial and error, big movie stars are created through. Don’t lose hope and just keep following your dreams and polishing your skills.

  14. To think you were *this close* to being the next Harrison Ford. Really, who wants all that fame and money anyway. I would’ve watched your movie-play-tomfoolery.

  15. This is way cool. Thanks for sharing.

  16. Youre a good writer. Funny and imaginative. There is no such thing as a lowly office worker. We are all part of the secret army of literary Titans waiting to unleash our profound yet joyful humor upon the world. Mine is like a caged kitten released in my blog mylifewithwieners.wordpress.com. You are welcome to read it and feel the love of comrades in arms.

    • Just checked out your blog, really liked the piece about your dog’s love affairs. Ha. I love Dachschunds! My first dog was half-Dachschund, half-Terrier and was a great companion.

      • Thanks a lot ! I seriously do not make this stuff up. I feel I should pay them for the material!—–oh wait. I do. They are the most spoiled wieners ever! Looking forwArd to more posts from you. There’s so much deadly serious stuff online when what we all need is a laugh! I’m sharing you to my friends!

  17. Rahial

    so cool

  18. I want to see that movie – I’m on the edge of my seat and you don’t give me the ending??

    Aaarrgh

  19. I’d have been proud (and entirely too overbearing) to build the model of the plane to blow up.

  20. awesome read!

  21. Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed!! This is a great piece, and the movie, totally doable. I’m sure if you would have wrote the script, it would have been picked up!

    • I wish I had actually written it as a kid, then sent it out on wide-rule paper and written in smeared ink (I’m left-handed).

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  23. Whatever became of the 8 mm film you guys shot? Has it entered that black hole of long lost childhood antics that also includes my actual Willie Mays autograph that my mother tossed into the trash? Not to imply that that memory haunts me to this day …

    • If only we’d actually shot any footage. That would have required follow through and persistence, neither of which we had.

      Sorry to hear about the autograph. Yikes. Have you ever let your mom live that mistake down or do you sometimes send her its current value?

      • That’s another obstacle to making a film, having to load the camera with film and then start shoot. Alas, my mother took The Big Dirt Nap long ago, but she was a woman with a very wicked wit. I am certain that if I did whine to her about that autograph at this stage in life she’d observe, “You’re not over that by now?!” I suppose I do have other gripes that are a tad bigger than losing an authentic Willie Mays signature … or maybe not.

  24. This reminds me of my brother. He used to take my dad’s video camera, set it up on the tripod, and do his karate moves in front of it. I’m still not sure what that was all about.

  25. Sure, I’ll be your huckleberry, darling.

    *hands over $12*

  26. Alan can’t be grounded after such a performance. Good choice with the venue.

  27. I love walk down memory laneish posts. They remind me of how lame of a mom I am.

    Congrats on getting Freshly Pressed Calahan. Woo Hoo!

  28. Haha this really made me laugh, great post!!!! If it was a movie I would watch!!!!

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  31. Brilliant! I have four boys, the youngest at 6 wants to be “a treasure hunter pirate….but not one of th ones with bad teeth”. This all sounds very familiar, and I’m now thinking about their plans of glory and their names in lights. I must direct them to this world famous quote, “….in order to premiere a movie and reap the benefits of mass adoration, said movie must first be filmed.” Perhaps it will save them from the demise of those poor eleven year old nobodies! Jen

    • Any kid that can come up with, “…but not one of the ones with bad teeth” is a kid whose movie I would totally watch.

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