"But the production of animation..."
Murphy did not say much. He simply tossed over a thick notebook. "Here are the script, the rough character designs, and the keyframe design drawings..."
The producers flipped through the notebook, which contained most of the creative work for an animated film. After only a few glances, it was as if ten thousand alpacas had trampled over their heads, leaving every one of them buzzing.
Something about this was wrong!
The quality of this script, these character designs, this composition!
Wasn't this fucking Disney?!
There were only so many companies in the world that could make feature-length animated films. Who didn't know who?
Could this new boss have poached some giant from Disney?
But where was he? With a giant like that leading the team, what were they even working hard for? They could just follow behind and cheer him on.
"How many artists does our company have now?" Murphy asked after the few of them had finished flipping through it.
In 1990, computer animation technology had not yet become widespread, and animation still relied mainly on hand drawing. The number of artists directly determined how quickly a film could be produced.
"Artists... oh, artists. Around fifty," Pickett Company's former CEO finally came back to his senses from his daze with great difficulty. "If we include the subcontractors we often work with, there are probably around two hundred artists."
"Recruit another hundred people, then have them draw only keyframes. I want all keyframes completed within one month. At the same time, produce the music. The deadline is also one month. It has to be grand, with an epic feel, and it also needs African elements..."
In truth, the entire animation was in Murphy's mind. Through a few little magical tricks, it would be very easy