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T-File_10________March_1_2005
Go Forth and Wait: A play in one scene
By Jokester
Characters:
DAVE: The hero of the scene. Your absolute, everyday teenager with a
tolerance for the events around him.
DIANE: Dave's sister. A complete airhead, and the darling of the
family.
MOM: Their Mother. Adores Diane, ignores Dave. Voice is constantly
perky.
DAD: Their Father. Loves mom, immerses himself in the event of life.
EDDIE: Dave's best friend. Best described as an evil version of Eddie
on "Leave it to beaver".
Props Needed:
Couch
Table
A few chairs
Television Set
A pair of sneakers (old).
Door
Fishtank
Garbage can (large)
SCENE OPENS
[Dave is doing his homework on the dining room table. Diane is lying
on the couch, watching the fishtank. All is quiet for a very slight
pause. A sneaker, dropped from above the view of the audience, falls
onto the stage.]
DAVE: (Looks up, and watches Diane for a second. His eyebrow raises,
then he speaks.) Uh, Diane?
DIANE: Mm, yes?
DAVE: You're watching the fish tank. (Looks back down again.)
DIANE: (Squeak) Oh. (Turns herself around on the couch and starts
watching
the TV on her stomach.)
[MOM comes in, stage left. She strikes a Mrs. Brady Happy pose.]
DAVE: (Looks up, and starts to raise his right hand, pointing.) Ah,
Mom..
[It's too late. She walks over near her beloved Diane and clasps her
hands.]
MOM: And how's my favorite little darling?
DIANE: (Still watching TV) Condusive, ma.
MOM: That's Wonderful, dear!
[She then walks out through stage left, ignoring Dave.]
DAVE: [Still with his hand up on its elbow, still pointing up.]
Ochtch.
[Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. It opens. It's DAD in his
business
suit. And is HE happy. Dave looks up. Diane continues to watch TV.]
DAD: Honey, I'm concious! [Takes off his hat and throws it into the
garbage.]
[Mom comes running in. Her arms are turned up so her loose fists are
facing
Dad. She twists as she walks.]
MOM: Hi, Dear!
DAD: (Arms outstetched, he drops the briefcase) Aloha!
[Convoluted Muffle kiss. Improvisation time. Actors can be as
exaggerated as they please.]
[They turn to Diane. Dave by this time has looked back down at his
homework, and is thinking about a problem.]
MOM AND DAD: Hello, Daughter!
DIANE: (Turns to them, sits up on couch) Hello, Parents!
[Diane gets up. All three hug. Dave starts writing again.]
PAUSE
[They break apart.]
DAD: Do you know what today is?
DIANE: I have a concept. It's my genesis anniversary!
DAD: Right! And your gifts are waiting outside!
[Dave is slightly interested. He looks up now.]
DIANE: Really? Wow! [She runs to the door. Dad and Mom look at each
other and smile. She clasps her hands.] Oh wow! A Shetland pony and a
new Porsche!
HORSE SOUND EFFECT.
[Diane runs out the door. Dad and Mom walk out after her. Dave stands
up and walks to the middle of the stage. He's slightly pertrubed.]
DIANE: (Offstage) Wow! This is rad!
HORSE SOUND EFFECT.
DAVE: (Looks to audience) Does this happen to you? For MY birthday,
they gave me a lava lamp. Sibling rivaly is a cruel thing, but sibling
annihilation is another thing altoghether. (pause) It's Miller time.
[Eddie appears at the window.]
EDDIE: Hi, Dave!
DAVE: Hi, Eddie.
[Eddie climbs in through the window. He walks over to Dave.]
EDDIE: (Gesturing towards window) Yer windows have no glass.
DAVE: Whatever.
EDDIE: Yeah. Hey, your sister got a shetland pony.
DAVE: I'm well aware of that, Eddie. I'm not particuarly happy about
it.
EDDIE: Why? It's great.
DAVE: Not if you had gotten a waste of a present for YOUR birthday.
This is sick. (Starts looking up.)
EDDIE: What're you doing?
DAVE: I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
[The other shoe falls from above the audience's view. Dad opens the
door and looks inside.]
DAD: Hey, son....
DAVE: (Looks down and back at him.) Jes?
DAD: Mind if we clear out your private clubhouse for a stable? The
garage's ceiling is too low.
DAVE: (Puts his hands on his hips and says sarcastically) No. I think
that's just dandy.
DAD: Thanks. (Puts his head back in, closes the door.)
DAVE: See what I mean?
EDDIE: Yeah. But look at the bright side.
DAVE: What bright side?
EDDIE: The skit's over.
LIGHTS OUT