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PROLOGUE

A MAGICAL PLACE (FOC)

 

 

 

DEMON KING enters left.

 

DEMON KING:  Humans, I welcome you, let me introduce myself

                              I am the Demon King, I’m somewhat bad for your health

                              Wicked, evil as can be, and children, I hate yer

                              I don’t choose to, I can’t really help it, it just happens to be my nature

                              Your greed, your discontent, is what I thrive on best

                              It does not matter how much you have, you’ll never have true happiness.

 

FAIRY JOY enters right.

 

FAIRY JOY:  I beg to differ, Demon King, there is in every girl and boy

                         The potential to be content and happy say I the Fairy Joy

                         Your blackened heart cannot see this, you just follow your evil trend

                         For you have never felt love or joy and you’ve never had a friend.

 

DEMON KING:  Foolish fairy, can’t you see, no matter how good their intent

                              All humans are consumed by greed and wallow in discontent.

 

FAIRY JOY:  You are wrong and I am right of that there is no danger

 

DEMON KING:  Then may I suggest, Fairy Joy, we have a little wager?

                               Choose a mortal, anyone, perhaps of meagre means

                               And see if they’ll be contented after suffering all my schemes.

 

FAIRY JOY:  Very well, Demon King, if on this path you are set

                         I will choose a champion who will meet the challenge and win your little bet

                         I know just the person who will be perfect to make you look a moose

                         Poor of pocket yet rich of heart, her name is Mother Goose.

 

FAIRY JOY exits right, DEMON KING exits left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE 1

VILLAGE SQUARE

 

 

 

Curtain up on village square, there are market stalls about but with meagre fare available.  VILLAGERS move about stage, all are poorly dressed.

 

SONG 1 Lively chorus number performed by VILLAGERS.

 

Song finishes, MAYOR MONEYBAGS enters left.

 

MAYOR:  What’s all this noise?

 

VILLAGER 1:  We were just singing a song, Mayor Moneybags.

 

MAYOR:  Singing, eh?  Tell me, do you all like singing?

 

VILLAGERS:  Oh yes, we love it.

 

MAYOR:  You all enjoy raising your voices to a merry tune?

 

VILLAGERS:  Oh yes.

 

MAYOR:  All of you?

 

VILLAGERS:  Oh yes, all of us.

 

MAYOR:  Good.  Then I’m sure you’ll all be delighted to hear that I’ve just introduced a tax on singing.

 

VILLAGER 1:  A tax on singing?!

 

VILLAGER 2:  That’s appalling!

 

VILLAGER 1:  I don’t think we should pay it.

 

General chorus of agreement from VILLAGERS.

 

MAYOR:  It might interest you to learn that I’m thinking of introducing a tax on arguing as well.

 

VILLAGER 1:  Then again a singing tax seems quite reasonable.

 

VILLAGER 2:  Any old riff raff may start doing it otherwise.

 

MAYOR MONEYBAGS laughs and produces a bag, he moves around VILLAGERS who begin putting money in it.

 

MAYOR:  Excellent.  Feel free to sing as much as you like from now on.  Now, have any of you seen that old hag Mother Goose?

 

VILLAGER 1:  Mother Goose isn’t an old hag, she’s lovely.

 

MAYOR:  I didn’t ask for her personality profile I asked if you had seen her.

 

VILLAGER 1:  Not today, no.

 

MAYOR:  Well when you do see her, tell her she owes me rent.  And if I don’t get it this time then she and her layabout son will be out on the street.

 

MAYOR MONEYBAGS exits left laughing.

 

VILLAGER 2:  What a horrible thing for him to say about, Mother Goose.

 

VILLAGER 3:  Yes, she may be poor but she’s the nicest person in the village.

 

VILLAGER 1 looks right.

 

VILLAGER 1:  Speaking of Mother Goose, here she comes now.

 

MOTHER GOOSE enters right carrying a basket.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  Good morning, everybody.

 

VILLAGERS:  Good morning, Mother Goose.

 

VILLAGER 1:  Mother Goose, you’d better watch out.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  Why?

 

VILLAGER 2:  Mayor Moneybags is after you.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  Ooh, has he finally succumbed to my womanly wiles?

 

VILLAGER 3:  No, he’s just after the rent as usual.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  That man has got a one tracked mind.  All he’s interested in is money, money, money.  Ooh, cue for a song I think.

 

VILLAGER 1:  No, don’t do that!

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  And why not?  I have a beautiful voice.

 

VILLAGER 1:  Mayor Moneybags has put a tax on singing.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  He’s done what?!  Why, that no good, tight-fisted, old meany.  If he were here right now, I’d bash his...his...(notices AUDIENCE) children!  

 

VILLAGERS:  What?!

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  No, children, the place is full of them.

 

VILLAGERS:  (relieved)  Oh.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  (to audience)  Well hello, allow me to introduce myself.  My name’s Mother Goose, poorest woman in the land.  Oh, I’m so poor.

 

AUDIENCE+VILLAGERS:  Aah.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  I’m a lot poorer that that, children.

 

AUDIENCE+VILLAGERS:  Aah.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  That’s better.  I wasn’t always this poor you understand, when my husband was alive I was even poorer still.  He was very dear to me, in a monetary sense of course.  He was the single most, lazy man on the planet, he was so lazy that if the TV remote control was out reach he had another remote to operate the other one.  Even when he was dreaming he dreamt he was asleep in bed.  It was six weeks before I’d even noticed he had died.  I suppose I should have noticed earlier, he was getting a bit smelly, he lost quite a bit of weight though.  But that’s all water under the bridge that I chucked him off as I couldn’t afford the funeral expenses.  I’m better off without him and so is my son Jack.  He’s everything his father wasn’t, he’s handsome, brave, hard-working, likes to wear tights and talk about hair, he’s everything a mother could possibly want in a...daughter, but he makes a lovely son too.  He should be here in a minute but in the meantime I think we should have some fun.  Every time I come on I’ll shout out “good-day, everybody” and I want you to all shout back “good-day, gorgeous” as loud as you can.  Will you do that?

 

AUDIENCE:  Yes.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  Wonderful.  Let’s have a practice.  (MOTHER GOOSE exits right then comes back on again)  Good-day everybody.

 

AUDIENCE+VILLAGERS:  Good-day gorgeous.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  Well that wasn’t very convincing.  Let’s give it another go.  (MOTHER GOOSE exits right then come back on again)  Good-day, everybody.

 

AUDIENCE+VILLAGERS:  Good-day, gorgeous.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  That’s still not very good.  I know I’m no (popular female celebrity) but I do have something that she hasn’t.  Would you like me to show it to you?  (possible reaction)  I bet you do really.  (reaches into basket and pulls out bag of sweets)  It’s sweeties, and you all get some if you shout out really loud.  (MOTHER GOOSE exits right and then come back on again)  Good-day, everybody.

 

AUDIENCE+VILLAGERS:  Good-day, gorgeous.

 

MOTHER GOOSE:  That was much better.  Now, who wants sweeties?  (MOTHER GOOSE distributes sweets  to children as VILLAGERS exit)  Do you know I’m in such a generous mood I think I’ll sing a little song regardless of the mayor’s silly singing tax.

 

SONG 2 Short lively number performed by MOTHER GOOSE.