AlexzBonner
01-16-2001, 09:50 PM
This could get a little confusing so, I'll tell you who's who...
narrator-- Natalie
Cinderella-- Jo
Fairy Godmother-- Beverly Ann
Prince-- Andy
Stepmother-- Tootie
1st Stepsister-- Blair
2nd Stepsister-- Pippa
clock-- Rick
N: This is the story of Cinderella, who, as you know, lives withg her mean stepmother and lazy stepsisters. While they're loafing around the castle or living it up at parties, poor Cinderella has to stay home and carry out the trash, polish the armor, curse the other three behind their backs, and make sure all the other household chores are done. As our story begins, the stepsisters have just recieved invatations to attend the Grand Ball at the Palace. The Prince has just returned home from the war, and everybody wants hime to get married. Now, at at last the long-awaited day of the Ball has arrived. (1st stepsister enters, yawns, and slowly plods toward a chair.) So, as I take my leave, we find the household in a state of breathless excitement. (Exits. 1st stepsister slumps motionlessly into kitchen chair, her head resting in her hand. She yawns and shifts her head to rest on the other hand.)
1st S: Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: (entering with a broom, mop, feather duster, etc. and is chewing gum.) Yes?
1st S: Shut that window! I can't stand hearing those birds sing!
C: Glad to, Stepsister. (shuts window then exits)
1st S: Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: What?
1st S: Open the window! It's stuffy in here!
C: (through gritted teeth) Certainly, Stepsister. (slams window, then exits, as Stepmother enters and sees Stepsister slouched in chair.)
S: Land sakes, girl! Why aren't you getting ready for the Grand Ball, where your natural beauty and charm will captivate the Prince and you will get married and live happily ever after?
1st S: (bored) Hurry, hurry, hurry! That's all you think about. If I don't conserve my energy, how will I be able to dance with the Prince tonight?
S: But it's almost noon! That ;leaves only 8 hours for you to get ready. By the way, where is your sister? (she sits down.)
1st S: Up in our room.
S: Is she dressing?
1st S: Not yet.
S: (nervously) Why not? Doesn't she know what time it is?
1st S: Last week when you saw our room in such a mess, you made the rule that the last one out of bed in the morning had to clean the room and make the bed. Remember?
S: Yes, I remember.
1st S: Well, sister is still in bed.
S: Perhaps the poor dear is tired. After all, a growing girl needs plenty of rest.
1st S: Yes, but a week of it?
S: Do you mean to tell me that it's been a week since she made the bed?
1st S: No, it's been a week since she got OUT of bed.
S: We simply can't have this! It's intolerable ignorance, digraceful lethargy! I'll have Cinderella clean your room and make your bed. She can work it in between milking the cows and washing the clothes. After all, a growing girl needs plenty of exercise! (calls) Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: (bored) What?
S: Shut the window! I can't stand hearing those birds sing!
C: You have legs! You shut it! Oh, I forgot, manual labor isn't in your job! I'll do it, Mother.
S: And stop calling me Mother! It's STEPmother-- STEPmother!
C: Yes, STEPmother. Anything else, STEPother?
S: Go upstairs, wake your other sister and make her bed. Then help her get ready for the Ball where her natural beauty and charm will captivate the Prince, and he will marry her and they will live happily ever after!
N: There it is: Scene one-- short, yet long enough to spin the intricate web of intrigue necessary to engage the viewers in various speculations until a satisfying conclusion is reached. Of course, if you've read the story, you know about all that. After 8 long hours of brushing hair and teeth, attaching eyelashes and earrings, smearing rouge and lipstick, and painting fingernails and toenails--in case they lose a slipper-- Cinderella's two stepsisters and the Stepmother, too, depart for the Grand Ball where their natural beauty and charm will-- oh, get on with it! (exits)
C: I've hurried through my work so fast, I've nothing left to do. (Fairy Godmother enters brandishing her magic wand)
FG: (waving wand with a flourish) Presto chango--alakazam, and... open sesame!
C: What? Who are you?
FG: I'm your... I am here to... ah-h-h... I came to... I was summoned... ah-h-h... I... I... I don't know!
C: (pointing to wand) A wand! I'll bet your my Fairy Godmother!
FG: Yes that's right! I'm your Fairy Godmother. You're Little Red Riding Hood, and I'm supposed to save you from the Three Little Pigs!
C: No, I'm Cinderella.
FG: (puzzled) What are YOU doing in The Three Little Pigs?
C: I don't live here with The Three Little Pigs. I live here with my stepmother and 2 stepsisters. Three... three, ah-h-h, big pigs!
FG: What happened to Little Red Riding Hood?
C: I don't know about Little Red Riding Hood. All I know is that I'm supposed to get a gorgeous hairdo, a beautiful new evening gown-- with sparkly slippers to match-- and a coach and 4, to take me to the Grand Ball, where my natural beauty and charm will captivate the Prince, and he will marry me and we will live happily ever after.
FG: So THAT'S it! Okay. Let's start with the coach. (Circles wand in air, pauses) Is that a basketball or football coach?
C: No, no! A horse-drawn coach to take me to the Ball!
FG: Oh, yes. I remeber now! Just show me the pumpkin patch and I'll hocus-pocus it right up.
C: What about my new clothes?
FG: Of course, first your gown. Now, where is my wand?
C: In your hand.
FG: (raising wand and waving it in circles) Oh, yes! Now... Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble-- (breaking off suddenly) By the way, waht time is it?
C: I don't know! Why?
FG: Well, I just remembered that you have to be by 12:00. If you don'yt know what time it is, how will you know when to leave the Ball?
C: I never thought of that.
FG: Let me thy this wand and find out, (Again flourishes wand) Bulova, Bulova, toil and Timex. Tell me-- ( knock on door is heard)
C: Who could that be? (calling) Come in! (Clock enters quickl with jauntyy step, snapping his fingers as he approaches Cinderella.)
Cl: (snappping his fingers to the beat of a popular dance step that he does) A tickand a tock,a tick and a tock... it's Tie, Baby, ime. (snaps fingers again and continues with a new dance step, and rhythmical "ticking") Tick, tock... tick-tock, tick; tick, tock, tick-tock tick; tick, tock, tick-tock tick.
C: Time? Time for what?
Cl: Grand Ball time, chicie-baby. Let's swing! (waltzes around the room with Cinderella)
C: With you?
Cl: Of course, little lady. Bid Mama here said that you needed time and that's my bag. Let's get it where it's at!
C: All right, ut this sure isn't what I thought it would be. (To Fairy Godmother.) What about my clothes?
FG: Just one moment. Ill wave my... (looks at wand in puzzlement) my... my...
C: Wand?
FG: Yes, that's it-- my wand! I'll wave my wand and when i count to three you shall have them. Ready? One-- two... ah-h-h... two (pauses) -- ahh-h...
C: Three?
FG: (jumping joyfully) Yes-- THREE!
-----commercial-----
N: Well, the Gran all is over and it was a blast. Everything started out as planned. Cinderella arrived in a gorgeous hairdo, a beautiful evening gown -- with sparkly slippers to match-- and all her natural beauty and charm would have capitivated the Prince right then and there if some nutty clock hadn't jumped up and yelled, "Time for the Sockhop!" So-o-o, all of the shoes were kicked into a big pile in the middle of the floor, and the whole crowd danced until curfew. And now we are ready for the final and summarizing scene, where we should learn the answer to the question: How will the Prince ever find the right slipper for the right foot, so her can get married and live happily ever after? Let's begin at the end. (exits)
1st S: Cinerella! Cinderella!
C: Huh?
1st S: Shut that window! Those birds are driving me batty!
C: Whatever.
2nd S: Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: What?
2nd S: Can't you regulate that stupid window?
C: Maybe. (slams window closed)
S: (entering) Land sakes, girls! Why aren't you getting your feet ready to fit into the slipper, so your natyuyryal beautyyy and charm will--
@nd S: Come off it, Mother! You know I'll never get these size nines into those little slippers. (Irritably) Cinderella, open that window!
C: Ohh! (opens window then slams it again for the record)
S: We ahve plans to make so that you can get ready to fit into the slipper so that you natural beauty and charm...
1st S: Maybe lying in bed for the next week would help shrink my feet? (knocking on door)
S: Cinderella open that door! (she opens the door and the Prince comes in carrying boxes and boxes of shoes)
P: Who's first?
S: (grabs two boxes) Here girls! Try these on! Chop, chop!
1st S: Oh, these fot perfectly!
2nd S: So do these!
C: But, Prince, does this mean you have to marry both of them?
P: Who said anything about marrying them? After the Ball, I was left with a mountain of shoes. I'm recruting an armyy of salse cleks tyo open a whole new chain of stores! Ladies to the truck!
S: But, what about living happily ever after...
P: At last, I have time for you!
Cl; (rushes in) TIME? Did you say TIME? Well wind me up and ring my chime!
P: Our love is timeless!
C: (turning to camera) This has got to be the end!
Well?
------------------
J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
.........................
B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
.........................
J: Blair, do you ever think of anything but yourself?
B: Like what?
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"Don't rule out using your hands. It does not preclude using your head." --Andy Rooney
"What a chid doesn't recieve he can seldom give later" --P.D.James
"If you think you're too small to be affective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito" --Bette Reese
[This message has been edited by AlexzBonner (edited 01-16-2001).]
narrator-- Natalie
Cinderella-- Jo
Fairy Godmother-- Beverly Ann
Prince-- Andy
Stepmother-- Tootie
1st Stepsister-- Blair
2nd Stepsister-- Pippa
clock-- Rick
N: This is the story of Cinderella, who, as you know, lives withg her mean stepmother and lazy stepsisters. While they're loafing around the castle or living it up at parties, poor Cinderella has to stay home and carry out the trash, polish the armor, curse the other three behind their backs, and make sure all the other household chores are done. As our story begins, the stepsisters have just recieved invatations to attend the Grand Ball at the Palace. The Prince has just returned home from the war, and everybody wants hime to get married. Now, at at last the long-awaited day of the Ball has arrived. (1st stepsister enters, yawns, and slowly plods toward a chair.) So, as I take my leave, we find the household in a state of breathless excitement. (Exits. 1st stepsister slumps motionlessly into kitchen chair, her head resting in her hand. She yawns and shifts her head to rest on the other hand.)
1st S: Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: (entering with a broom, mop, feather duster, etc. and is chewing gum.) Yes?
1st S: Shut that window! I can't stand hearing those birds sing!
C: Glad to, Stepsister. (shuts window then exits)
1st S: Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: What?
1st S: Open the window! It's stuffy in here!
C: (through gritted teeth) Certainly, Stepsister. (slams window, then exits, as Stepmother enters and sees Stepsister slouched in chair.)
S: Land sakes, girl! Why aren't you getting ready for the Grand Ball, where your natural beauty and charm will captivate the Prince and you will get married and live happily ever after?
1st S: (bored) Hurry, hurry, hurry! That's all you think about. If I don't conserve my energy, how will I be able to dance with the Prince tonight?
S: But it's almost noon! That ;leaves only 8 hours for you to get ready. By the way, where is your sister? (she sits down.)
1st S: Up in our room.
S: Is she dressing?
1st S: Not yet.
S: (nervously) Why not? Doesn't she know what time it is?
1st S: Last week when you saw our room in such a mess, you made the rule that the last one out of bed in the morning had to clean the room and make the bed. Remember?
S: Yes, I remember.
1st S: Well, sister is still in bed.
S: Perhaps the poor dear is tired. After all, a growing girl needs plenty of rest.
1st S: Yes, but a week of it?
S: Do you mean to tell me that it's been a week since she made the bed?
1st S: No, it's been a week since she got OUT of bed.
S: We simply can't have this! It's intolerable ignorance, digraceful lethargy! I'll have Cinderella clean your room and make your bed. She can work it in between milking the cows and washing the clothes. After all, a growing girl needs plenty of exercise! (calls) Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: (bored) What?
S: Shut the window! I can't stand hearing those birds sing!
C: You have legs! You shut it! Oh, I forgot, manual labor isn't in your job! I'll do it, Mother.
S: And stop calling me Mother! It's STEPmother-- STEPmother!
C: Yes, STEPmother. Anything else, STEPother?
S: Go upstairs, wake your other sister and make her bed. Then help her get ready for the Ball where her natural beauty and charm will captivate the Prince, and he will marry her and they will live happily ever after!
N: There it is: Scene one-- short, yet long enough to spin the intricate web of intrigue necessary to engage the viewers in various speculations until a satisfying conclusion is reached. Of course, if you've read the story, you know about all that. After 8 long hours of brushing hair and teeth, attaching eyelashes and earrings, smearing rouge and lipstick, and painting fingernails and toenails--in case they lose a slipper-- Cinderella's two stepsisters and the Stepmother, too, depart for the Grand Ball where their natural beauty and charm will-- oh, get on with it! (exits)
C: I've hurried through my work so fast, I've nothing left to do. (Fairy Godmother enters brandishing her magic wand)
FG: (waving wand with a flourish) Presto chango--alakazam, and... open sesame!
C: What? Who are you?
FG: I'm your... I am here to... ah-h-h... I came to... I was summoned... ah-h-h... I... I... I don't know!
C: (pointing to wand) A wand! I'll bet your my Fairy Godmother!
FG: Yes that's right! I'm your Fairy Godmother. You're Little Red Riding Hood, and I'm supposed to save you from the Three Little Pigs!
C: No, I'm Cinderella.
FG: (puzzled) What are YOU doing in The Three Little Pigs?
C: I don't live here with The Three Little Pigs. I live here with my stepmother and 2 stepsisters. Three... three, ah-h-h, big pigs!
FG: What happened to Little Red Riding Hood?
C: I don't know about Little Red Riding Hood. All I know is that I'm supposed to get a gorgeous hairdo, a beautiful new evening gown-- with sparkly slippers to match-- and a coach and 4, to take me to the Grand Ball, where my natural beauty and charm will captivate the Prince, and he will marry me and we will live happily ever after.
FG: So THAT'S it! Okay. Let's start with the coach. (Circles wand in air, pauses) Is that a basketball or football coach?
C: No, no! A horse-drawn coach to take me to the Ball!
FG: Oh, yes. I remeber now! Just show me the pumpkin patch and I'll hocus-pocus it right up.
C: What about my new clothes?
FG: Of course, first your gown. Now, where is my wand?
C: In your hand.
FG: (raising wand and waving it in circles) Oh, yes! Now... Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble-- (breaking off suddenly) By the way, waht time is it?
C: I don't know! Why?
FG: Well, I just remembered that you have to be by 12:00. If you don'yt know what time it is, how will you know when to leave the Ball?
C: I never thought of that.
FG: Let me thy this wand and find out, (Again flourishes wand) Bulova, Bulova, toil and Timex. Tell me-- ( knock on door is heard)
C: Who could that be? (calling) Come in! (Clock enters quickl with jauntyy step, snapping his fingers as he approaches Cinderella.)
Cl: (snappping his fingers to the beat of a popular dance step that he does) A tickand a tock,a tick and a tock... it's Tie, Baby, ime. (snaps fingers again and continues with a new dance step, and rhythmical "ticking") Tick, tock... tick-tock, tick; tick, tock, tick-tock tick; tick, tock, tick-tock tick.
C: Time? Time for what?
Cl: Grand Ball time, chicie-baby. Let's swing! (waltzes around the room with Cinderella)
C: With you?
Cl: Of course, little lady. Bid Mama here said that you needed time and that's my bag. Let's get it where it's at!
C: All right, ut this sure isn't what I thought it would be. (To Fairy Godmother.) What about my clothes?
FG: Just one moment. Ill wave my... (looks at wand in puzzlement) my... my...
C: Wand?
FG: Yes, that's it-- my wand! I'll wave my wand and when i count to three you shall have them. Ready? One-- two... ah-h-h... two (pauses) -- ahh-h...
C: Three?
FG: (jumping joyfully) Yes-- THREE!
-----commercial-----
N: Well, the Gran all is over and it was a blast. Everything started out as planned. Cinderella arrived in a gorgeous hairdo, a beautiful evening gown -- with sparkly slippers to match-- and all her natural beauty and charm would have capitivated the Prince right then and there if some nutty clock hadn't jumped up and yelled, "Time for the Sockhop!" So-o-o, all of the shoes were kicked into a big pile in the middle of the floor, and the whole crowd danced until curfew. And now we are ready for the final and summarizing scene, where we should learn the answer to the question: How will the Prince ever find the right slipper for the right foot, so her can get married and live happily ever after? Let's begin at the end. (exits)
1st S: Cinerella! Cinderella!
C: Huh?
1st S: Shut that window! Those birds are driving me batty!
C: Whatever.
2nd S: Cinderella! Cinderella!
C: What?
2nd S: Can't you regulate that stupid window?
C: Maybe. (slams window closed)
S: (entering) Land sakes, girls! Why aren't you getting your feet ready to fit into the slipper, so your natyuyryal beautyyy and charm will--
@nd S: Come off it, Mother! You know I'll never get these size nines into those little slippers. (Irritably) Cinderella, open that window!
C: Ohh! (opens window then slams it again for the record)
S: We ahve plans to make so that you can get ready to fit into the slipper so that you natural beauty and charm...
1st S: Maybe lying in bed for the next week would help shrink my feet? (knocking on door)
S: Cinderella open that door! (she opens the door and the Prince comes in carrying boxes and boxes of shoes)
P: Who's first?
S: (grabs two boxes) Here girls! Try these on! Chop, chop!
1st S: Oh, these fot perfectly!
2nd S: So do these!
C: But, Prince, does this mean you have to marry both of them?
P: Who said anything about marrying them? After the Ball, I was left with a mountain of shoes. I'm recruting an armyy of salse cleks tyo open a whole new chain of stores! Ladies to the truck!
S: But, what about living happily ever after...
P: At last, I have time for you!
Cl; (rushes in) TIME? Did you say TIME? Well wind me up and ring my chime!
P: Our love is timeless!
C: (turning to camera) This has got to be the end!
Well?
------------------
J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
.........................
B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
.........................
J: Blair, do you ever think of anything but yourself?
B: Like what?
.........................
"Don't rule out using your hands. It does not preclude using your head." --Andy Rooney
"What a chid doesn't recieve he can seldom give later" --P.D.James
"If you think you're too small to be affective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito" --Bette Reese
[This message has been edited by AlexzBonner (edited 01-16-2001).]