Christmas Pantomime.

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Permalink Reply by Fable Goodman on December 1, 2010 at 10:43am

Cast involves at least three world famous Hypnotharapists...
Probably a lot more,
A stage hypnotist
(or two who work well as a double act)
some travelling circus folk with 'Issues'

It's the coldest winter in living history, and Fable is getting ready for christmas.
There is no central heating in the palace.
Fable is wearing several coats,
one on top of the other



Scene one:

In the palatial kitchen, there is the sound of dripping, and the smell of rice cooking.
Fable has again bee procrastinating about doing the washing up.
He has created many distractions to help him to avoid
This otherwise simple task

There is some sort of 'plumbed in contraption' , above the draining surface, beside the sink.
Underneath that a glass is catchting drips at a rate of 35 drips per minute.
At that rate, in an hour the glass would be 'full whelmed'.
The drips drop exactly into the centre of the glass.
Making concentic waves that ripple out to the
Glass walls , hitting all sides at exactly
The same time, so that the reflected
Waves bounce back to the centre,
Enjoy a few perfect moments.
To settle down, from their
Interference patterns.
Till the next drop
Of what?




There also a sound of dripping from behind the stage.
(Yes there is a stage in fable's kitchen complete with curtains.)
Behind the stage is the garage.
In the garage is a car with four inches of snow on its bonnet and roof.
The car has not been used in ages.
The garage roof has more (and bigger) holes than....
(well make up your own theatrepeutic inuendos).


He plucks up the courage, and starts playing "A Spoonful of Sugar" on his musical saw

There is the sound of a strange wind.
The door from the garage (behind the stage) blows open,
Blowing open the stage curtains.

Mary Poppins (Played by? .... )
Flys in, with her carpet bag and umbrella.

What happens next?

You decide.

Introduce positive:
Theatrepeutic threads
Characters
Plot lines
Humour etc.

Be prepared to work like a theatre production team.

We have to come up with the show for first night

Permalink Reply by Michael Ellner on December 1, 2010 at 10:54am

Mary Poppins - Flys in, with her carpet bag and umbrella.
and is hit by a bus...
Hugs!

MikeE.

Fable Goodman said:

Cast involves at least three world famous Hypnotharapists...
Probably a lot more,
A stage hypnotist
(or two who work well as a double act)
some travelling circus folk with 'Issues'

It's the coldest winter in living history, and Fable is getting ready for christmas.
There is no central heating in the palace.
Fable is wearing several coats,
one on top of the other



Scene one:

In the palatial kitchen, there is the sound of dripping, and the smell of rice cooking.
Fable has again bee procrastinating about doing the washing up.
He has created many distractions to help him to avoid
This otherwise simple task

There is some sort of 'plumbed in contraption' , above the draining surface, beside the sink.
Underneath that a glass is catchting drips at a rate of 35 drips per minute.
At that rate, in an hour the glass would be 'full whelmed'.
The drips drop exactly into the centre of the glass.
Making concentic waves that ripple out to the
Glass walls , hitting all sides at exactly
The same time, so that the reflected
Waves bounce back to the centre,
And have thirty five seconds.
To settle down, from their
Interference patterns.
Till the next drop
Of what?




There also a sound of dripping from behind the stage.
(Yes there is a stage in fable's kitchen complete with curtains.)
Behind the stage is the garage.
In the garage is a car with four inches of snow on its bonnet and roof.
The car has not been used in ages.
The garage roof has more (and bigger) holes than....
(well make up your own theatrepeutic inuendos).


He plucks up the courage, and starts whistling "A Spoonful of Sugar"

There is the sound of a strange wind.
The door from the garage (behind the stage) blows open,
Blowing open the stage curtains.

Mary Poppins (Played by? .... )
Flys in, with her carpet bag and umbrella.

What happens next?

You decide.

Introduce positive:
Theatrepeutic threads
Characters
Plot lines
Humour etc.

Be prepared to work like a theatre production team.

We have to come up with the show for first night

Permalink Reply by Kelley Woods on December 1, 2010 at 12:56pm

The bus has been commandeered by none other than that nefarious do-good-not, that Mad Monk, Rasputin. His cackle of glee at plowing down poor Mary echoes down the snowy lane, sending chills up the spines of street urchins and potatoe vendors alike.

(Close up of Rasputin, who strangely resembles your favorite great Aunt, sans moustache.)

Rasputin struggles to regain control of his stolen vehicle, careening past gawking by-standers who are frozen in a state of shock and awe. And, as the exhaust-spewing bus disappears 'round a corner, the pedestrians emerge from their trance and one stout fellow lets out a great cry, "It's Mary!" prompting the folk, en masse, to swarm toward the stricken lady.

(Great gobs of citizens slip and slide their way to the small cloaked figure who lies, still, in the middle of the street. No one seems to notice that her carpet bag is abandoned in the gutter, its contents slipping into the slushy water streaming there.)

Permalink Reply by Phoenix Fairchild on February 12, 2011 at 8:13am

All attention is on Mary Poppins.

The citizens, of this humble town, have seen nothing like it before.

Mary Pops in, at the begining of what she  thought was going to be  a piece of cake. (and perhaps a cup of tea).

A simple bit of magic should have sorted all of Fable's problems out in to time flat.

Instead she finds herself knocked senseless by a passing bus, driven by a mad monk.

On the average day in Sunderland, nobody would have batted an eyelid, or even paused to turn their head and gawk.

Just another sorceress, being knocked down by a mad monk in a stolen bus

But this is no ordinary day.

 

 

Scene shifts back to the Kitchen:

 

Where moments ago, Fable had plucked up the courage to play 'Spoonful of Sugar'

Who knows what dark depths he must have been through to get to that point.

but it was indeed a turning point.

Nothing was going to get in the way now.

 

He took his saw playing bow, and waved it three timesWiddershins

And said out loud:

Mary Mary quite contrary,
I wish you back in the room.

Scene switches to street
where the cloaked figure is getting smaller and smaller, untill only the cloak is left lying on the street.

A hand appears from nowhere, and grasps the handle of the carpet bag, which is whisked off from the slushy gutter.

Permalink Reply by melissa sweet on February 12, 2011 at 6:10pm

Back in the kitchen,

 

Fable is fiddling with his bow.

 

"It needs the hairs loosening"  he said to himself, "the last spell I did with it went terribly wrong!"

Having adjusted the tension, he begins to play 'a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down' on his favourite musical saw.

 

And once again, there is the sound of a strange wind.
The door from the garage (behind the stage) blows open,
Blowing open the stage curtains. and in walks Mary poppins (played by Melissa Sweet), her umbrella in one hand, and a dripping wet carpet bag in the other.

 

"you called?" she said.

 

Old man Fable wipes the sweat from his brow, and says: "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

which translated means 'Atoning for educability through delicate beauty'

 

"why thank you", said Mary, and how can I help you.

 

 

 

Permalink Reply by Fable Goodman on February 16, 2011 at 9:08am

Scene shifts to February, It rained all day and all night, but now at 11 am the sun has come out!

"Must be somethng to do with that spell we cast last night", said Mary.

"You mean the late night sing song in the attic?" asked Fable

"Indubitably " Said Mary.

 

In the palatial kitchen, there is still the sound of dripping water, from behind the stage curtains.

There is some sort of 'plumbed in contraption', above the draining surface, beside the sink. 

Underneath that, now a beautiful crystal decanter is catching the

drips at a rate of one drop every  30 minutes.

At that rate, in a few months

the decanter would be

'full whelmed'. 

 

The drips drop exactly into the centre of the decanter. Making concentic waves that ripple out to the

glass walls , hitting all sides at exactly the same time, so that the

reflected waves bounce back to the centre,

Enjoy a few perfect moments.
To settle down, from their
Interference patterns.
Till the next drop
Of what?

 

Fable takes a small brown bottle from a shelf, and pours one drop of what looks like water,

carefully into the decanter, so as not to touch the sides. It lands exactly in the centre,

making concentic waves that ripple out to the glass walls ,

hitting all sidesat exactly the same time, so that the

reflected waves bounce back to the centre,

Enjoy a few perfect moments.
To settle down, from their
Interference patterns.
Till the next drop
Of what?

 

 

He then takes the decanter and replaces it with another

even more beautiful ornate antique one.

Relpaces the stopper in it,

and carefully carries it

up  the winding

stair. 

 

One step at a time, very slowly, he aproaches  the small room in the atic which has never

known electricity, In which there is a vaste array of decanters and bottles

of every shape colour and size you could possibly imagine,

containing varying amounts of what looks like water.

There are no labels on the bottles,

but each one is

unique.

 

Permalink Reply by Kelley Woods on February 27, 2011 at 8:22am

Closing his luminous eyes (for all wizards have luminous eyes, you know), Fable reaches out and lets his fingers be sought out by the perfect bottle. A feeling of warmth radiates into his hand as his grasp closes upon a small vessel and, opening his eyes, he observes in his palm a rustic globe of a bottle. While the contents are obscured by the marred, rough surface of the glass, an intense energy makes the container glow pleasantly.

Fable gently removes the delicate cork and, holding his decanter beneath the little bottle, carefully pours out a few drops of the mysterious contents. He closes his eyes and then returns the curious-looking bottle to its place.

"Oh my! I feel a bit woozy!" Mary's voice behind him startles Fable and he jolts, nearly dropping the decanter. Turning around, he sees her standing in the attic doorway, clutching her topsy turvy hat (the brouha in the street had caused it to lose one of its decorative birds).

"Dear Lady, pardon me! I came up here to find a remedy for you...and here, I have it!" Fable exclaims, geefully hoisting the decanter above his head. "To the kitchen, for a spot o' tea...you and me!"

And with that, they made their way back down the stairs to the warmth of the heart of the house.

 

Permalink Reply by Kelley Woods on April 18, 2011 at 7:20pm

Dusk has fallen and the kitchen room is now draped in its shadowy cloak. Undaunted, Fable escorts his fetching companion to the handhewn table, lights a candle and hastens the tea preparation. He clicks his heels together as he stokes the stove's coals and sets the pot to boil. Mary smiles and watches, enjoying this rare bit of being waited upon, her eyelids drooping in the kitchen warmth.

By and by the kettle whistles and Fable pours the water hot. His back to Mary, he slips a few drops of the decanter's liquid into a pretty cup. Tossing some biscuits upon a tray, with cream and sugar and silver spoons, he presents the works to the now drowsy Mary. She sips gratefully, letting the soothing concoction warm her cockles and other parts, too.