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Son John, A Mother Goose Odyssey ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. TO REQUEST A FULL SCRIPT AND RECEIVE INFORMATION ON PRODUCTION RIGHTS, CLICK HERE. Prologue: (At rise, Old Woman "Bag Lady" is discovered onstage "feeding birds") OLD WOMAN Here Birdies, here my handsome geese. Goosey, goosey gander. Where do you wander? Here goosey, goosey, goosey! Here goosey, goosey. (Narrator enters, watches her knowingly and appreciatively. After they have silently acknowledged one another warmly, he speaks) NARRATOR May I help you? OLD WOMAN Thank you, Sonny, but I'm fine. You take care, though, and watch where you're going! (She smiles as he nods. She wanders off feeding the "birds;" He watches her for a brief moment.) NARRATOR (Sings)
GIRLS AND
BOYS COME OUT TO PLAY, (A
whistle blasts offstage and we hear:) PAUL Ready or not, here I come! (Ensemble bursts in, singing) ENSEMBLE GIRLS
AND BOYS COME OUT TO PLAY, (Freeze. Narrator has watched all this with great enjoyment and his story begins.) Scene 2 NARRATOR Once upon a time, not so very long from now, in a place that everyone knows, there lived a boy named Jack. Well, Johnathan, really. though his grandma called him Johnny. And when he was in trouble, he was referred to as John. Quite a lot of names for one boy to have. And like the boy in the rhyme, our Jack was quite a riddle. ENSEMBLE JOHNATHAN,
JOHNNY, JOHN AND JACK, NARRATOR The story of Jack begins in the school yard during recess. (During the following, the schoolchildren take up the various games in the rhymes and continue each silently during the scene.) LYDIA AND ALICE SEE-SAW, MARJERY DAW. NARRATOR You know the school yard I mean. LYDIA AND ALICE SOLD HER BED AND LAY UPON STRAW. JILL, SUE, MARY AND JOAN RING
AROUND THE ROSIES, NARRATOR Jack wasn't a bad boy, really, though you coudn't always tell from his behavior. Whenever the others were playing, no matter how much he wanted to join them, he found something else to do. On this particular day, Jack had taken his math homework, of all things, out during recess! JACK Seven
sevens are forty-nine. Seven times forty-nine is... OH! JILL Jack, do you want to play a game with us? JACK (Startled) Naw. Those games are dumb. JILL Come on. It's fun. JACK I told you I don't want to play any of those stupid games. JILL (Hurt) Well, if you feel that way about it... JACK I do. So just leave me alone. NARRATOR Jack didn't always say or do the right thing. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. TO REQUEST A FULL SCRIPT AND RECEIVE INFORMATION ON PRODUCTION RIGHTS, CLICK HERE.
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