Myth Adventures are comedic fantasy novels created by Robert Asprin. They're clever, funny, and were extremely popular for several decades. The fact that nobody has made a film out of them continues to blow my mind.
Update: I just emailed to see if I could get the rights. Someone got there before me.
Here's the premise: Skeeve is an amateur magician apprenticed to a powerless demon. They set out to save the world (and make a quick buck) along with a beautiful, green-haired, troll assassin; a handsome but painfully ignorant demon hunter; and Skeeve's immature pet dragon. Along the way, they visit bizarre, bazaar worlds; swindle Imps and Deveeels; get executed; and confront serious evil (or, at least, total nuttiness).
How can Hollywood resist?
Update: Perhaps they won't now.
Update: Perhaps they won't now.
There's already been dozens of books and comic books, and games. However, the part of the original book that grabs me the most comes in the first chapter and tends to get left out of the adaptations: Skeeve learning magik. My hope is that, when someone inevitably makes a movie or tv show, they keep it in.
Just to show how it could be done, I've written it up in screenplay format.
EXT. SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT The woods surround a ROUGH HUT with a single window. Inside, lit by a few candles on tall candlesticks, SKEEVE the apprentice (a scrawny, eager-faced boy) is waving his arms about frantically. INT. ROUGH HUT - DAY SKEEVE is still waving his arms, while being watched by GARKIN (a tall man with a salt and pepper beard and rich clothes), who is eating the leg of a roast animal, a cross between a turkey and a lizard. Skeeve directs his motions at a single, white feather, which floats through the air following his gestures. The effort of moving the feather is taking quite a toll on him; he's sweating and red-faced. He brings the feather to rest on the pages of an ancient book sitting on a table. With a sigh of relief, he claps his hands together and the book snaps shut on the feather like a crocodile. Skeeve turns to Garkin, hoping for approval. GARKIN A trifle showy, but effective. That's the first time you've managed to get the feather into the book. SKEEVE I've been practicing. GARKIN (raising an eyebrow) Have you? He stands and extends the animal leg. Skeeve reaches out to take it, but Garkin puts the leg down with the rest of the roast. He walks past Skeeve and picks up one of the candles. He blows it out and places it in front of Skeeve. GARKIN (CONT'D) Let's see you light the candle, then. Skeeve sighs sadly. SKEEVE Garkin, it occurs to me I could concentrate better on a full stomach. GARKIN Skeeve, it occurs to me you're stalling. Skeeve stares forlornly at the unlit candle. Garkin paces around him and the candle in a circle. SKEEVE It's just that I've never been able to- GARKIN Negative thought. Stop it. Skeeve takes a deep breath and concentrates. SKEEVE I will light the candle this time. I will light it because there is no reason I shouldn't. A sepia-toned image appears of a strong man proudly pushing a plow. SKEEVE (CONT'D) My father has a farmer's bond with
the land. Like him, I tap thestrength of the earth.
The image turns to a beautiful woman reading a book. SKEEVE (CONT'D) My mother was an educated woman. The knowledge she gave me is like a lens, letting me focus. Now Garkin appears, taller and more handsome than the real one. SKEEVE (CONT'D) My teacher is a master magician. His wisdom directs my efforts. I will light this candle.
The candle remains unlit. Skeeve is sweating, clenched. GARKIN Don't tense. Don't try to force it. Let the energies pass freely. Skeeve takes a deep breath again and relaxes. He reaches a finger out then drops it. SKEEVE I can't do it. GARKIN Negative thought. Stop it. SKEEVE I will light the candle. My father- GARKIN (slapping him on the back of the head) No! Negative thought. Don't rely on others for your strength. SKEEVE (fed up) I will light the candle because I am Skeeve. Embers of light appear underneath his skin and crawl randomly over him like ants on a hill. His voice echoes slightly. SKEEVE (CONT'D) I am Skeeve. I am stronger than any of them. The image of his father reappears, this time in muted colors. Now his father is whipping a Skeeve who is pushing a plow. Skeeve decks him and runs away. SKEEVE (CONT'D) My father tried to chain me to a plow. The image of the mother reappears, now severe, ugly, cold. She's raps Skeeve's knuckles, then clutches at her chest and collapses. SKEEVE (CONT'D) My mother died a heartless monster. Garkin appears, talking to Skeeve, who looks past him at a golden statue on a table. SKEEVE (CONT'D) Garkin is a gullible fool who took a thief for an apprentice. I have beaten them all. The images disappear. Now it's just Skeeve and the candle. Skeeve points at the candle again and the embers of light flow down his arm. SKEEVE (CONT'D) I am Skeeve. I will light the candle. He drops his hand. SKEEVE (CONT'D) It doesn't even matter if I light this candle. I am Skeeve. I am powerful. The candle ignites. Then it flickers and goes out. Garkin, standing behind him, grabs Skeeve's shoulders with excitement. GARKIN Excellent, lad! Then all emotion drains from his face. He punches Skeeve hard in the ear, knocking him from his chair. SKEEVE (clutching his ear) What was that for? GARKIN I thought so! You still want to be a thief. You want to use my magiks to steal!
That only took me a few minutes to write. I could probably crank out a screenplay in a week or two. Hey, Hollywood! Call me!
Update: Hollywood isn't going to call me.