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Mouth Presents : The Monkey’s Paw story (Goonies novelisation)

May 26th, 2017 | by Fred
Mouth Presents : The Monkey’s Paw story (Goonies novelisation)


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If you are like me, you love, really love the movie novelisations.

Sometimes they are just basically what you see in the movie, but sometimes you have the opportunity to discover many deleted/alternate scenes !
With the magic of the internet, you can buy the Goonies novelization for just a few bucks. This book has been written by James Kahn (Indiana Jones and the temple of doom, Poltergeist, Star Wars…) from the screenplay of Chris Columbus and this is a MUST HAVE for a Goonies fan. It presents the movie in its (almost) full version with all the deleted/scenes and the alternate ending.. and also some bonus scenes that have not been filmed. 
The story is narrated by Mikey.. I know some people dislike but I think it’s make the book easier to read and you feel you ARE Mikey. 

For a full review of the novel, visit my friend Shawn’s “Branded in the 80s” website 

This blog post is about a story that Mouth tell to his friends during the trip in the caverns.. It’s well know story but I wanted to share it with you.. Are you ready ?! 



`Reminds me of a story, kinda,’ said Mouth. ‘Took place on a cold, dark, foggy night up near Vancouver, sorta like what we got right here, in fact. This family was livin’ in a little place at the edge of town, they were tryin’ to make ends meet, like all our families, it was just a little nowhere sorta place with a creaky front gate, in a little factory town. Mother and a father, and they had one kid, a guy, he just finished high school and he was still livin’ at home and workin’ in the factory with his dad, so he could save up enough to get a place of his own. His name was Alex, he was a friend of my cousin Doug, that’s how I know the story.
`Anyway, there used to be an older son, too, but he got killed in Viet Nam years ago. But then one day they heard the front gate creak open, and a mailman with this package showed up at the door and it was from the older son, the dead one — see, the Army had just found his personal junk, it was lost in a warehouse or somethin’ for fifteen years, so they just sent it. Typical Army.

`So anyway, this package came, and they opened it, and it had, you know, his dog-tags, and some pictures, and some medals, and his clothes, and letters and stuff — but it also had this one sealed envelope addressed to them, and it was taped to a box, all wrapped up and about the size of a telephone.

`They opened the letter, and it had a lot of personal stuff— made ’em cry, ’cause they remembered him all over again now — but it also said he got this special gift for ’em from an old Chinese wizard, and it would grant ’em three wishes if they just held it while they made the wishes.

`So they opened the box. And inside, they found the paw of a monkey.’

`Mouth, you jerk, are you gonna tell “The Monkey’s Paw”?’ said Stef.

`Hey, gimme a break, I listened to your story, now you listen to mine. C’mon, you might get into it.’

`I don’t wanna get into it.’

We were all pretty into it already, though — starin’ real quiet at him, with the fog rollin’ over our feet in the dark, getting wrapped up in his ghost story.

`So anyway,’ said Mouth, talkin’ softer now, ‘the father wanted to put the paw away with the rest of the son’s junk, but the mother said wait a minute, now, this thing was his last gift to us, maybe we should use it, and the father said no, it’s bad luck to try to take things from the dead, and the mother said geez, it couldn’t hurt, and they sure could use the money, and the father said yeah but greed only gets people in trouble, and they’ll get by just fine, and the mother said well they don’t need to be greedy, they could just ask for a little money, just what they needed to make their back-payments, and fix the roof, and help their son get his own place. Just 10000, she said. That’s all we’ll ask for is 10000 bucks.

`Well, the father didn’t like it but he said okay, so he held the monkey’s paw in his hand and said, “Please give us just 10,000 dollars.” Then all at once he yelped, and dropped the paw — “It moved in my hand,” he said.

Well, nothin’ else happened. They looked around, waited a minute, nothin’. The father just laughed, though, and said oh well, we still got each other. So they went to bed.

`Next day the father and son went off to work, out the creaky front gate to the factory. But that afternoon at three, they didn’t come home. Couple hours passed, and the mother started to worry . . . and then all of a sudden, creeeeak, the front gate, and the father came staggerin’ in, cryin’ and gnashin’, and two guys from the factory were with him, and the mother said, “Oh no, what happened?”

`And one of the factory guys tells her he’s real sorry . . . but her son Alex fell into one of the machines at work, and was killed.

`She screamed and said she didn’t believe it, and she wanted to see her son. But they said no, that wasn’t advisable ’cause he’d been mangled beyond recognition, and parts cut off and stuff.’

`Eeuww, gross,’ said Andy.
`Sshh. Go on,’ said Brand.

Mouth went on. ‘And then the factory guy put his arm on the mother’s shoulder, and said it wasn’t much consolation, but her son had a life insurance policy with the factory, and the guy had a cheque here for her for 10000 dollars.’

`Wow,’ whispered Andy.

`So she screamed and tore at her hair and stuff, and her husband finally quieted her down, and the other guys left. The mother and father sat there at the kitchen table for hours, just lettin’ it get darker as night came on. And night did come on — kinda cold, and black, and foggy. Just like this.

`And the mother finally couldn’t stand it no more, so she grabbed the monkey’s paw, and the father said “No!” but before he could do anything, she said “Bring him back. Bring my son back to me!”

`The father grabbed the paw away, but it squirmed out of his hand and fell back on the table. Anyway, it was too late.

She’d said it. So they just sat there at the table, as the fog curled all around the house, and got colder, and darker, and an hour passed, and all of a sudden . . . they heard it. Kind of a scraping sound, and then a thump. Wshhh, thup. Wssshhh, thup. Wsshhh, thup. Like that.

`Kinda the sound a body might make if it was missin’ a leg and an arm, draggin’ itself along the ground, inch by inch. Wsshhh, thup. They heard it comin’ closer, along the front walk. The windows were all open, but it was too foggy to see anything, foggy and dark, and they were so scared they couldn’t move anyway, and all they could do was hear. Wsshhh, thup. Wsshhh, thup.

`It went all the way along the front of the house, and it got to the place where they knew the front gate was . . . and there was a long pause. The sound stopped, it was totally silent in the thick, black fog . . . and then they heard it. Creeeeeeeeak, the front gate was opening, slowly opening . . . and then a loud THUP — like somethin’ fell hard through the gate.

`Then it got all quiet again. They didn’t move a muscle, they just sat there starin’ at the night, and then all at once . . . it started again. Wsshhh, thup. Wsshhh, thup. Much louder now. Closer. Comin’ down the path to the front door.

The mother started whimperin’ now, and they were both starin’ at the door, and they could hear the thing comin’ closer, wsshhh, thup, and it was at the door, and suddenly . . . there was a knock.’
Mouth knocked three times on one of the wooden logs of the raft.

‘ “Go away,” whispered the father. But the mother stood up. “Alex,” she cried. “My baby.” ‘
Mouth knocked three more times on the wood.
`And the mother started walking to the front door. “No,” the father whispered — but she ran to the door now. And just as she flung it open, the father grabbed the monkey’s paw and said, “Make him go away forever. Let us never see him again!” And the paw twitched.
`And the mother threw the door open. And there was nothin’there. Only the fog, creepin’ in over the doorsill, and over her feet. And into her heart.’
We all sat there starin’ at him, but he didn’t say any more. Just sat there starin’ back at us, like he was darin’ us to disbelieve his story.
Andy clung to Brand for reassurance. ‘Oh, Brand, that was so scary.’
He wrapped his arms around her. ‘It was just a story,’ he said. But the fog was starting to come higher on us, and it was pretty chilly.
`You satisfied now, Big Mouth?’ said Stef. ‘You got everyone scared real good.’
`It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it, baby,’ said Mouth.



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