Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Act One

     The setting of this play takes place in the lady of the house' kitchen.  It is a large, spacious room with a mosaic tile floor.  In one corner is a spiral staircase leading to the upper level of the house.  Half way up the staircase is an elongated octagon window.

     Main Characters:  Tigger, a large yellow cat and Runtly a small white Jack Russell Terrier.

     Tigger has entered the house from outdoors.  He enters cautiously, looking for the dog.  As soon as he hears the dog approach, he takes to the staircase, pausing to stop and lounge on the step in front of the window.  

     Runtly enters from stage left and immediately begins the sniff and search mission for the cat.  He does not see him, but he knows he is somewhere very close.

     The lady of the house has fixed a small snack for lunch and sits at the kitchen island to have her meal.

     Runtly:  Oh, I smell Tigger!  I know he's here somewhere, I know he is!  Where could he be?

     The lady of the house points to the staircase.  Runtly follows the direction in which she points.

     Runtly:  (while jumping straight up and down)  There you are Tigger!  Oh! I'm so happy to see you!  Come down the steps!  Come down the steps!

     Tigger:  (still lounging, his head hanging over the backside of the step)  Hello Runt.

     Runtly:  PLEASE come down Tigger!  I haven't seen you all day!

     Tigger:  Your days are rather short Runt.  It's been at least an hour.

     The lady of the house now opens a bag of chips.  The noise of the rattling plastic bag diverts the dog's attention away from the cat.

     Runtly:  Are those chips?  Are those chips?  They are chips! Oh, I LOVE chips!

     The lady of the house casually slides a chip off the edge of the  island.

     Runtly:  I knew it!  CHIPS!  Oh! I! LOVE! Chips!

     Runtly eagerly devours the chip and then begins to whine for another.

     Tigger:  What on earth are you doing?

     Runtly:  What do you mean?

     Tigger:  That noise you're making, why are you doing that?

     Runtly:  I need another chip!

     Tigger:  Good grief.

     Runtly:  Oh, but they are so good Tigger!  You should try them!  Do you want to try one?  I could get you one!  Do you want one?

     Tigger:  No.

     Runtly: (while standing on his hind legs)  You don't know what you are missing Tigger!  They're wonderful!

     Tigger:  Now what are you doing?  Why the song and dance routine?

     Runtly:  BECAUSE I NEED ANOTHER CHIP!

     Tigger:  (still lounging and cranking his head around to get a better view of the unfolding drama beneath him)  Egad, you're begging.

     Runtly:  What?

     Tigger:  You are begging for food.  How disgusting.

     Runtly: (with chips spewing out both sides of his mouth)  So?  What's wrong with begging.  These things are delicious!  Tigger, you should really try one!

     Tigger:  (getting up from his lounging position, turning his back and sitting looking out the window)  No thank-you.

     Runtly:  You don't know what you're missing Tigger!  They're really really really good!

     Tigger:  You have a full bowl of food sitting over there under the window and yet you are acting like a clown for a disgusting thing called a chip.  Stupid dog.

     The lady of the house puts the chips away, cleans off the island and exits stage left.

     Runtly:  (standing at the bottom of the staircase)  What did you call me?

     Tigger:  Stupid.

     Runtly exits stage left and returns with a rope toy that has large knots tied in each end.

     Runtly:  (with the rope toy hanging out of his mouth)  That's not very nice.

     Tigger:  Whatever.

     Runtly: (while shaking rope toy)  Come on down Tigger!  Let's play!  I want to shake you like I do this toy!

     Tigger:  (now facing the dog, lounging with one paw hanging precariously above the dog's head)  Hmmm, not today Runt.  Maybe another time.

     Tigger ascends the rest of the staircase.

     Runtly: (watching the cat disappear from view)  OK Tigger!  Maybe tomorrow?  Maybe later on today?  I'll be waiting!

     Runtly:  (walking towards his food bowl)  He doesn't even like chips......stupid cat.

     The stage fades to black.

     


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