Beetlejuice Original Script Novels & Stories

We rotate helplessly, every movement drawing pleasure from the next person. “Harder, you beautiful green bastards,” Javier growls at the plants. “Make me your favorite fertilizer.” Hoarse from screaming, Becky manages a wink. “Scott, if we ever get out of here, we’re never telling anyone why we got lost.” I kiss her, messy and deep, tasting nectar, her, and the jungle itself. “Deal. But I’m coming back. These flowers know how to treat a guy.”

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

the flying bee. Jessie threw spikes to the queen, but the queen was very agile and nothing could hit her. Matt did the same but no one succeeded. Stopping even a second, the queen sliced them both. Both men gave out an agonizing scream before hitting the ground, fatally wounded. Jay ran towards them but Alex stopped him. “Why?” asked Jay, Alex holding his hand. “You’ll die, too.” Alex replied. Thinking of a possible way to defeat the queen Alex devised a plan. He whispered it to Jay and Jay did not accept it. “Don’t joke around!” he ran towards the flying bee and turned back, firing a number of spikes from his body but not even one pierced the queen’s armor. Alex ran the other way, making a

Robert said snidely to Becky and Della, who looked at each other in total disbelief. The queen had simply had enough of Robert. She stepped forward and told the girls to get back and to hold on to each other as tightly as they could. Then the queen began to sway and chant as her two sisters appeared again, and they all chanted and swayed together. It wasn't long before Robert started to writhe and flail on the floor. His body then began to levitate into the air and he began to change. The air filled with the familiar stench of the sprite people, and in a flash of light and a burst of energy, Robert became a big, stinking sprite.

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

Julian fell, and Maya caught him. "I’ve got you," she whispered. "Maya," Julian gasped. "The script—we need it. The clock’s almost at twelve." They raced to a wooden desk at the end of the river of blue ink. On it sat a single piece of yellow paper. Maya reached for it, but the crowned man stopped her. "You can’t change the beginning, Maya," he said. "The script says you die. That was the Author’s first line: 'The Doctor dies so the Soul can live.' It ends in tragedy."

Again and again, each swing pushed him twelve meters backward, not giving him time to fight back until he grew impatient. “Enough!” He pointed his hand at me, making a grasping motion. My skin felt a tingling and creeping sensation, causing me to let go of my club. I grew an extra pair of limbs and began to shrink more and more until turning into a — A beetle? I’m a beetle! Trying to scream with my mouth, the only sound that came out was tiny clicks, which Commodus couldn’t hear. He was looming over me with a victorious yet mocking smile. This is unfair! Where’s your honor, you prick?

"He doesn't make bridges until the sun comes up." ​"He was making it in his head," Lucas said, his small jaw setting into that rigid, flat line as he stepped onto the floor. He didn't look at Leo. He went straight to the corner of the rug where the blue toy truck sat, his fingers instantly catching the plastic bumper. ​Bella walked over to the table, her hand lifting the cornflake box off the legal document before the ink could smudge further. She didn't look at Dante, but her shoulder brushed against his coat sleeve as he stood up from the floor.

“I should have let you stay locked up longer.” “My mind has been occupied lately. I don’t have time to get bored,” Beckett replied seriously. His head throbbed slightly from the prolonged thinking. “Thank you. I’ll go ahead now.” "Sure." Jeru nodded, signaling his permission, so Beckett left the place. Beckett went to his house first. There, he began his research. He added and removed notes, and once he was sure everything was okay, he went to the warehouse to experiment. It took him all afternoon to mix various chemicals. It was important for him to find out what Ella had been drinking because that was also the way to treat her.

—You yourself have created this dream, that's why I'm here, Dulce María, I came for you, you're sweet, that makes me think about what I could do to you, I'm already dreaming of you before, and you like that, because you're waiting for me from beyond, and when that happens, I'll make you mine, you'll see what it's like to really have fun, I bet he doesn't give you butterflies, if you're talking to me, look at me, I'll tell you what happens, you'll see me, you'll smile at me, no You can resist me, and you will end up in my bed. At that moment, Dulce María gave a scream that was heard in the mansion since Dulce's parents' rooms are close to her room, so they can hear everything, so Dulce turned