Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Week 28, Day 192 - "Ding Dong School"

“Ding Dong School – He Who Sits In The Shadow Of His Tail”
Written by Joe Janes
7/29/09
192 of 365

CAST
Mrs. Gruber, 60s
Joey, 8
Nate, 8
Mickey, 8
Katrina, 8
Chrissy, 8

(Lights up on Mrs. Gruber sitting on a chair before the class, which is seated on the floor. She has one hand behind her back.)

MRS. GRUBER
Good morning, children. How are you this morning? Guess what we’re going to learn about today? Have you ever seen animals? Where? The zoo? A farm? Have you ever seen an animal right outside your house or as you were walking to school? What kinds of animals do you see when you walk to school? Did anyone see my friend, Mr. Squirrel?

(She takes her hand out from behind her revealing a very simple hand puppet of a squirrel.)

MRS. GRUBER (continuing)
Say, “hello,” to Mr. Squirrel everybody. (They do) Now, Mr. Squirrel did hear you, but he won’t be saying “hello” back. Does anybody know why?

JOEY
He doesn’t like us?

NATE
He’s a foreigner?

CHRISSY
He’s angry like my dad?

MRS. GRUBER
No. No. Mr. Squirrel won’t say hello because he’s a squirrel. Squirrels are stupid and don’t speak English like we do. They have tiny brains, about the size of a walnut.

KATRINA
Will a squirrel try to eat its own brain?

MRS. GRUBER
Yes. A squirrel is not smart enough to tell it’s own brain from a walnut.

MICKEY
Do squirrels speak squirrel?

MRS. GRUBER
That’s a good question, Mickey. Squirrels do speak squirrel to one another. What sort of things do you think squirrels talk about?

KATRINA
Where to find nuts.

MRS. GRUBER
Or garbage. Squirrels will eat garbage, too.

CHRISSY
That’s gross.

MRS. GRUBER
They don’t even care that it’s your garbage and that you put a lid on it.

MICKEY
You could write you name on your garbage.

MRS. GRUBER
Good idea, Mickey, but, remember, squirrels are stupid. They can’t read. Does anyone want to pet Mr. Squirrel? (They all raise their hands.) Okay, Joey. Come here and pet Mr. Squirrel.

(Joey does and just before he can touch the puppet, Mr. Squirrel nips him.)

JOEY
Ow! He bit me!

MRS. GRUBER
That’s right. Mr. Squirrel is a wild animal. So, what valuable lesson did Joey just learn?

NATE (raising hand)
Don’t pet wild animals.

MRS. GRUBER
Very good, Nathan.

JOEY
I’m bleeding.

Align CenterMRS. GRUBER
And what did we learn to do with cuts and bites when Mr. Doctor was here?

MICKEY
Cauterize the wound.

MRS. GRUBER
Good boy, Mickey. Here. (She tosses Mickey a lighter who lights it and presses the flame against Joey’s finger.)

JOEY
Ow!

MRS. GRUBER
What else does Joey have to worry about from being bit by a wild animal?

KATRINA
Scars?

CHRISSY
Emotional scars?

MICKEY
Fleas?

NATHAN
I know! Rabies!

MRS. GRUBER
That’s right, rabies!

JOEY
Rabies?

(Joey faints.)

CHRISSY
You can’t get rabies from a hand puppet.

MRS. GRUBER
That’s right, Chrissy. (She looks at Mr. Squirrel’s mouth.) Although, I should see if he’s had a tetanus shot recently. So, what do we do about a problem like Mr. Squirrel?

MICKEY
My grandpa eats them.

MRS. GRUBER
I’m sure he does. For those of us not wishing to eat what is essentially a cute rat, what can we do?

KATRINA
Hit them with cars?

MRS. GRUBER
Good. Tell your parents to run them down, but don’t be afraid to use your bicycles, too.

CHRISSY
Shoot them.

MRS. GRUBER
Squirrels make excellent target practice. Aim for the head.

MICKEY
And if you run out of bullets, you can club them with the gun.

MRS. GRUBER
I like how you’re thinking, Mickey.

JOEY (regaining consciousness)
Burn the trees.

MRS. GRUBER
Burn the trees!

NATE
You could just not feed them.

MRS. GRUBER
Oh, very good, Nathan. If all else fails, cut off their food supply. Keep your garbage inside and empty those bird feeders. The squirrels will go elsewhere. They’ll go elsewhere or they will starve. Say, “good-bye” to Mr. Squirrel, children. (They do. She takes Mr. Squirrel off her hand and drops him into a small garbage can. The kids cheer. Blackout.)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Week 25, Day 170 - "Bedtime Stories"

“Bedtime Stories”
Written by Joe Janes
7/7/09
170 of 365

CAST:
Wally, 40s
Fran, 40s
Connor, 6

(Lights up on Wally, sitting in a chair in his living room, reading a Tom Clancy novel and listening to softly playing classical music. Next to him is another chair and next to it on the floor is a sewing basket. Fran enters and sits in the chair near him.)

FRAN
The kids are all in bed.

WALLY
I think this is my favorite time of the day.

FRAN
It’s quiet.

WALLY
Did you read them a story?

FRAN (opening up her sewing basket)
I did. I read them The Emperor’s New Clothes.

WALLY
Oh, really? I didn’t know we had that. Hmmm.

FRAN
Don’t worry. I left out the part where he parades around in his underwear.

WALLY
Oh, good. I think they’re just too young for that.

(Fran begins to roll a joint.)

FRAN
I just left it at the emperor getting some fancy new duds that only smart people can see. I showed them the pictures in the book and they pretended they could see his clothes, too.

WALLY
I like that. Bet it made them feel special.

FRAN (lighting up)
Honey… (She snaps her fingers and points.)

WALLY
Oh.

(He picks up a remote and switches the classical music to The Grateful Dead.)

FRAN (exhaling)
That’s better.

(She passes the joint over to Wally. He takes a toke and passes it back.)

WALLY
Time to get comfortable.

(He takes off his pants, tosses them aside, sits back down and resumes reading.)

FRAN
Our kids are so lucky.

WALLY
They sure are.

FRAN
We’re happily married. We’re not on welfare. We have a college fund. Complete coverage.

WALLY
Other kids should be so lucky.

(Connor enters.)

CONNOR
Mom, Dad, can I have a drink of water?

WALLY
What’s the magic word, Sport?

CONNOR
Please?

FRAN
That’s better. No, Connor. You cannot.

WALLY
You’ll wet the bed.

CONNOR
But I’m thirsty.

FRAN
Connor.

WALLY
I’m counting to three. One-

CONNOR
Okay, I’m going back to bed.

(He kisses Fran on the cheek and hugs Wally.)

WALLY
That’s a good boy.

CONNOR
I like your pants, Dad.

WALLY
Hunh?

CONNOR
Just like the emperor’s.

WALLY
Oh. Right.

FRAN
They are very handsome trousers, Wally.

CONNOR
Did you sew them, Mom?

FRAN
Why, yes, I did. Now, off to bed, with you.

CONNOR
Good night.

WALLY
Sweet dreams, Sport.

FRAN
And don’t wake Dakota, Tiffany, Shane, Zac, or Trig when you get back in bed.

CONOR
I won’t.

(Connor exits.)

FRAN
They are so lucky to have us.

WALLY
I do like these pants.

FRAN
Me, too.

(They continue to pass the joint as lights fade.)