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Jul. 28th, 2003 10:33 pmSomeone keeps telling me to post something. So, I'll give it a go. I don't exactly have much to say right now. So, I will make up a one act play on the spot.
Players:
Winky - one legged otter with a bad attitude
Margo - old british lady of high society
Reginald - old british of man of high society
Scene:
Ankle deep in the Great Dismal Swamp
Act I
Reginald (to Winky): I say, old chap, do you know the way out?
Margo: Honestly, love, do you really expect the otter to understand you?
Winky saunters up and savagely attacks Margo. He has very large teeth.
Reginald: I really shouldn't have worn my Sunday shoes.
Margo: OoOOOooOooOOOO!
Reginald: I'd wager Sir Walter Wallace is expecting us for tea about now.
Margo: OooO...You bAStard!
Reginald: Look at all this mud. What? What? Look at the turn-ups of my trousers.. My mummy is rolling over in her grave.
Margo: OOooOO...Off the KNICKERS!!!....AAHaahAAAH!
Suddenly, there is a break in the trees above. A helicopter piloted by badgers is visible. A rope ladder lowers. Winky backs away and gestures at the ladder.
Winky: You would'na believed me if'n I told yah. But I had to bite the lady, so's the badgers would hear her wailin' and know where to find you's.
Margo: Oh, why thank you! We must get together if you ever visit London.
Margo and Reginald climb the rope and fly off in the badger piloted helicopter.
Winky: Maybe I shoulda told em the badgers build that thing outta cyprus and poison ivy. And the only reason they're in the air is due to a good gust o' wind coupled with the help of some big ass mosquitos.
End
Players:
Winky - one legged otter with a bad attitude
Margo - old british lady of high society
Reginald - old british of man of high society
Scene:
Ankle deep in the Great Dismal Swamp
Act I
Reginald (to Winky): I say, old chap, do you know the way out?
Margo: Honestly, love, do you really expect the otter to understand you?
Winky saunters up and savagely attacks Margo. He has very large teeth.
Reginald: I really shouldn't have worn my Sunday shoes.
Margo: OoOOOooOooOOOO!
Reginald: I'd wager Sir Walter Wallace is expecting us for tea about now.
Margo: OooO...You bAStard!
Reginald: Look at all this mud. What? What? Look at the turn-ups of my trousers.. My mummy is rolling over in her grave.
Margo: OOooOO...Off the KNICKERS!!!....AAHaahAAAH!
Suddenly, there is a break in the trees above. A helicopter piloted by badgers is visible. A rope ladder lowers. Winky backs away and gestures at the ladder.
Winky: You would'na believed me if'n I told yah. But I had to bite the lady, so's the badgers would hear her wailin' and know where to find you's.
Margo: Oh, why thank you! We must get together if you ever visit London.
Margo and Reginald climb the rope and fly off in the badger piloted helicopter.
Winky: Maybe I shoulda told em the badgers build that thing outta cyprus and poison ivy. And the only reason they're in the air is due to a good gust o' wind coupled with the help of some big ass mosquitos.
End
