I think I understand the weasels and flamingos bit. And Steve Irwin
(inasmuch as anyone ever can). But pantomime pirates? What is that
all about?
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[Exit Pegleg front left, shaking his fist at Audience. Enter Cassie
with Mister Puddles the pantomime dog on a leash, front right. Mister Puddles
is sniffing the ground vigorously.] |
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CASSIE: |
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Hello, boys and girls! |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Hello, Cassie! |
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[Cassie slaps her fishnet stocking-clad thigh.] |
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CASSIE: |
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Well, we've searched this forest high and low, but we still haven't found
where the pirates have hidden Sibyl and Pythia. I'm afraid you're not a
very good bloodhound, Mister Puddles. |
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MR PUDDLES: |
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[whimpers] |
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CASSIE: |
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And I'm ever so tired now. I think we need a short rest. |
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[She sits down on the log. Mister Puddles squats down next to her.
Cassie looks around.] |
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CASSIE: |
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Ooh! It's ever so creepy in this forest. |
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[An owl hoots. Mister Puddles clings to Cassie in terror.] |
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CASSIE: |
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There, there. I know what we'll do. We'll sing a song to keep our spirits
up. And the boys and girls will help us - won't you, boys and girls? |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Yes! |
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CASSIE: |
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[singing] We're poor little lambs that have lost their way,
baa, baa, baa... |
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[Pegleg & 2 Pirates enter through centre tabs. They hover menacingly
behind Cassie & Mister Puddles.] |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Behind you! |
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CASSIE: |
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What? Is there something behind us? |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Behind you! Pirates! |
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CASSIE: |
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Pirates? Well, we'd better take a look then! |
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[Pegleg & Pirates exit through tabs. Cassie & Mister Puddles perform
an exaggerated slow turn to look behind them, then turn back to the front.]
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CASSIE: |
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There's nothing there! |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Yes, there is! |
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CASSIE: |
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You're just jealous because my singing's so much better than yours! Now,
don't interrupt again. [singing] We're poor little lambs that have lost
their way, baa, baa, baa... |
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[Pegleg & 2 Pirates enter through centre tabs and hover menacingly.]
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AUDIENCE: |
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Behind you! |
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CASSIE: |
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What? Again? |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Behind you! Pirates! |
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CASSIE: |
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Are you sure? |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Yes! Behind you! Pirates! |
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CASSIE: |
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Well, we'd better take a look then! |
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[Cassie & Mister Puddles perform an exaggerated turn to the right
and walk slowly around in a circle, peering ahead only. The Pirates form
a conga line behind them and follow. Cassie & Mister Puddles end up facing
the front again, with the Pirates behind them, leering menacingly.] |
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CASSIE: |
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There's nothing there! |
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AUDIENCE: |
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Yes, there is! |
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[Cassie sits down on the log. One of the Pirates taps Mister Puddles
on the shoulder. He looks around, jumps in fright and runs off, front right.]
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CASSIE: |
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You're just making it up! |
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AUDIENCE: |
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No, we're not! Pirates! |
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CASSIE: |
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Well, Mister Puddles here doesn't believe you - do you, Mister... [she
feels around for Mister Puddles and, discovering he has gone, looks terrified]
Oh no, now I'm all alone in this scary forest! [whimpers]
What am I going to do? I know - I'll sing my song again. [singing
very timidly] We're poor little lambs that have lost their way,
baa-a, baa-aa... |
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PEGLEG: |
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Aye, 'tis me, me hearty wench! And now that I've captured all three of
yez, ye'll all walk the plank together! Harr ha ha ahrr harr! |
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CASSIE: |
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Oh no, we won't! |
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PEGLEG: |
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Oh yes, you will! |
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CASSIE &
AUDIENCE: |
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Oh no, we/they won't!! |
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PEGLEG & PIRATES: |
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[to Audience] Oh yes, they will!! |
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CASSIE & AUDIENCE: |
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Oh no, we/they won't!!! |
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AUTHOR: |
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Oh god, I can't believe I'm writing this tripe! I had such a bright future
mapped out for myself when I was young! I was talented and full of ideas,
I had my whole life ahead of me, I was going to write novels and plays and
things that contained profound messages about the human condition, that
moved people and forever altered the way they viewed the world, that made
me sackfuls of dosh in the way of royalties. And now, I... I'm reduced to...
THIS! This TRAVESTY! Oh, the waste! I can't go on! Please,
please someone put me out of my misery... |
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STAGE MGR: |
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We apologise for the abrupt ending to our evening's entertainment. This
was caused by the author suffering some kind of personal crisis. The price
of your tickets will be fully refunded at the door. And don't worry, boys
and girls - of course Sibyl, Pythia and Cassie all escape before the end.
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