Where The Wild Kyles Are:

A boy (Kyle) is seen flipping his shit and demolishing his prole parent's small home. The boy has no regard for his parents few possessions and seems hellbent on having a good time. A wall-clock explodes into a million pieces as young Kyle hurls rocks at it. He stores rocks in his pockets for occasions such as this. Far off in the future his guidance counselor can be seen sitting on a sofa, worried and exasperated with the still-young boy.

Kyle doesn't mean to destroy everything. He just has a passion for life that can only be satiated through screaming, rock throwing, and most any act involving wanton destruction. Kyle's parents are normally about as tolerable as parents can be - his mother bites her bottom lip and constantly reminds herself that 'boys will be boys'. She doesn't spit in his meals or turn on the sink while he's showering - blasting him with a jet of ice cold 'fuck you' water. His father is overseas for work or war or whatever.

Tonight Mama Kyle has had enough. She walks in expecting to see Kyle all nestled up in his musicology themed bed, sleeping and dreaming of fire. Instead she is immediately greeted with her treasured 14 carot gold wall clock that has been smashed to bits at the hands of one Kyle Devine. Devine Retribution indeed. Mama Kyle is red with bloodlust and storms into our young juggernaut's room where he is hard at work making a fort. She scolds him and finally, tired of yelling and screaming at a dervish that simply won't listen, sends him to Scotland post haste.

Our young howitzer arrives via mom-made boat on a beach populated by crabs and sand for the most part. This is Scotland. There are several rocks and small shrubs.