Animated 15-Minute Projection with Script

Wish for someone to create a 15 min video. Realistic animation with black background so can be projected onto a window. The script is below Title: The Mantelpiece Monsters Characters: Barnaby: The self-appointed leader. Pompous, dramatic, and thinks he is a classically trained actor. Griselda: Sassy, sharp-witted, and utterly exhausted by Barnaby’s theatrics. Ned: Cheerful, a bit dim, and easily distracted. He forgets he doesn't have a body. Staging Notes for a 15-Minute Runtime: This script is designed to run for exactly 15 minutes when factoring in the three full-length musical numbers (approximately 3 minutes each) and deliberate, dramatic pauses in the dialogue. The ending seamlessly loops back into the beginning for continuous playback. [SCENE START / LOOP POINT] (The three busts are dark. Suddenly, a warm, spooky purple light illuminates them. Barnaby's eyes light up first, darting left and right. Griselda's eyes light up next, rolling in annoyance. Finally, Ned's eyes light up, blinking rapidly.) Barnaby: (Clears his throat dramatically) Ahem! Hark! Who goes there in the shadows of the night? I sense the presence of the living! Griselda: Oh, give it a rest, Barnaby. It’s just trick-or-treaters. We go through this every single year. You’re not doing Shakespeare; you’re made of plastic and sitting on a porch. Ned: Wait, we’re on a porch? I thought we were in the kitchen! I was wondering why I couldn't smell any pumpkin pie. Speaking of which, my stomach is absolutely rumbling. Griselda: Ned, darling. You don’t have a stomach. You’re a head on a pedestal. Ned: (Looks down, shocked) Well, that explains why my belt won't stay up. When did this happen?! Barnaby: It matters not! We are the guardians of this estate! We must strike fear into the hearts of these mortals! Let us give them a fright they shall never forget. I shall bare my fangs! (Barnaby makes a ridiculous, non-scary hissing face) Griselda: You look like you accidentally swallowed a sour grape. If we want to entertain the mortals, we need rhythm. We need style. We need... a graveyard smash! Ned: Oh! I know this one! Hit it, maestro! (The busts' lights flash in rainbow colors) [MUSIC CUE 1: "Monster Mash" by Bobby "Boris" Pickett - Plays in its entirety, approx. 3 minutes. The busts bob their heads, sing along to the chorus, and their eyes flash to the beat.] (Music fades out. The lighting returns to a spooky purple.) Ned: (Panting slightly) Wow! What a workout. I can barely feel my legs! Griselda: Again, Ned. No legs. Ned: Right. I keep forgetting. It’s the phantom limb syndrome. Or, in my case, phantom everything-below-the-neck syndrome. Barnaby: That was entirely too jovial! We are supposed to be terrifying apparitions, not a boyband! Look at them out there. (Looks toward the audience) They aren't trembling. They are smiling. This is a disaster. Griselda: Let’s be honest, Barnaby. The scariest thing about you is your haircut. It hasn't been in style since 1892. Barnaby: I will have you know this is a classic pompadour! It commands respect! Ned: Hey, hey, guys, don't fight. Let's just tell some scary jokes! I've got a great one. Are you ready? Barnaby: (Sighs heavily) Proceed, Theodore. Let us endure your attempts at humor. Ned: It's Ned. Okay, here goes. Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? Griselda: Because he didn't have the guts? Ned: ...Wow. Yes. How did you know? Griselda: It’s a classic, Ned. Just like Barnaby’s hair. I've got one. What is a vampire’s favorite fruit? Barnaby: A nectarine? Griselda: No. A neck-tarine! Get it? Neck? Ned: (Laughs uproariously) Oh, that is brilliant! Neck-tarine! Because they bite necks! Barnaby: Ghastly. Simply ghastly. If you two insist on this amateur hour, I shall summon the spirits myself! I shall call upon the professional ghost catchers! Ned: Wait, don't we want the ghosts? Why are we catching them? Griselda: Just let him have his moment, Ned. It's better than listening to him practice his spooky groans. Barnaby: I call upon the forces of the beyond! Cue the music of the spectral hunters! (The busts' lights flash neon green and pink) [MUSIC CUE 2: "Ghostbusters" by Ray Parker Jr. - Plays in its entirety, approx. 4 minutes. The busts mouth "Ghostbusters!" at the appropriate times and groove to the bassline.] (Music fades out. Lighting shifts to a dim, eerie blue.) Ned: You know, I ain't afraid of no ghost. But spiders? Absolutely terrified. If one crawls on my nose right now, I am completely defenseless. Barnaby: You are a bust made of solid material! A spider could not possibly harm you. Griselda: Actually, I think I see a cobweb forming on your left ear, Barnaby. Barnaby: (Frantically shaking his head) What?! Where?! Get it off! I cannot be seen with poor grooming! I have a reputation to maintain! Ned: (Laughing) Relax, Barnaby, she's pulling your leg! Well, figuratively speaking. Since we don't have— Barnaby & Griselda: WE KNOW, NED! Ned: Geez, touchy. Griselda: Look, the night is getting darker, and the candy bags are getting heavier. I think it’s time we give these mortals one last fright before they head off to rot their teeth. Barnaby: Finally, you speak my language! Let us chill them to the bone! Let us send shivers down their spines! Let us— Ned: Dance like skeletons?! Barnaby: No! I was going to say let us cast a shadow of doom! Why do you always ruin my monologues?! Griselda: Because your monologues are boring, Barnaby. Ned’s right. If we're going to talk about bones, there's only one way to do it. Hit the spooky music! (The busts' lights strobe rapidly in white and orange) [MUSIC CUE 3: "Spooky Scary Skeletons" by Andrew Gold - Plays in its entirety, approx. 2.5 minutes. The busts sing along to the lyrics, bouncing excitedly on their pedestals.] (Music fades out. The lighting slowly dims back down to a very faint, sleepy purple.) Ned: (Yawning a big, exaggerated yawn) Oh wow. All that singing... it really takes it out of you. I'm feeling a bit... stiff. Griselda: (Her