Molly Sculptor And The Chalice Of Charades Cues Flashcards
Donna: I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
Molly: Excuse me, is this seat taken?
Donna: No way! You’re Molly Sculptor!
Molly: I’m sorry, have we met?
Money: Can we see it?
Molly: See what?
Donna/Mooney: The spot!
Molly: What, my birthmark?
Donna: That’s no birthmark! That’s the mark of Moldefort!
Thunder crash.
Molly: Who–
Donna: I thought we weren’t supposed to say it at all!
Molly: I’m sorry, I feel like I’m missing something.
Persephone: (noticing Molly for the first time) Wait… You’re Molly Sculptor!
Molly: How does everyone know my name? Who are you?
Mooney: I’m Mooney Goodlove. I’m delightfully eccentric.
Molly: I’m Molly Sculptor (pause) and I’m here. You all seem to know more about me than I do.
Persephone: Everyone knows about you! You’re the girl who survived that epic fire started by (lowers her voice)… that dude who we can’t talk about.
Molly: You mean at freak accident when I was a baby?
That dude who we can’t talk about gave you that spot!
Molly: Who is this guy, and where is he now?
Donna: Don’t call her that!
Molly: What’s an academic?
Fayco: That’s right, and don’t you forget it. (Turns to Molly) I heard you were on the train, Molly Sculptor. Fayco Falmoy at your service. And this is Lobster and Boil. There’s a seat in our car if you’d like to sit with some real actors.
Molly: No thank you. I’m fine right where I am.
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
King 2: Well that poison didn’t work!
King 1: Huzzah! Now I am the one King to rule them all! Nothing can stop me now!
I said… NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!
Nothing… can stop…. me now? Frederick? Frederick!? He’s been poisoned!
Nearly Partless Ned: Hey! No ad-libbing in my play. Stick to the script!
Molly: No, I mean Frederick has literally been poisoned!
(Everyone screams!)
Molly: Where’s Snipe? I bet he’s behind this!
Snipe: Why would I do such a thing?
Molly: I should’ve drank from hat glass, not Frederick! You’ve been out to get me since day one– you Life Cheater!
Moldefort: I had to stop them. But this cursed child has to live! Her parents’ love for theatre protected her when she was a mere infant.
Molly: (saddened) I thought it was their love for ME that protected me.
Moldefort: And I can’t have that happen! I’ll never be able to change this school to a film studio with that kind of theatrical success from an alumnus! That’s why I tried to poison you!
Molly: It was you! You poisoned the prop drink. You killed poor Frederick!
Moldefort: That drink was meant for you!!!! Curse you and your versatility to change roles at the last second.
Molly: You will never change this school to a film studio! I stopped you once as a baby, and I’ll stop you again!
Moldefort: Please, child! You cannot defeat me!
Molly: I challenge you to a duel, Molefort! If I win, Piglumps stays a theatrical school forever. If you win, you get your film studio.
Moldefort: Silence! I accept your duel. There is only one kind of duel that will suffice at Piglumps. Let the improv battle commence! Choose your improv game.
Molly: I challenge you to… Questions!
Persephone: Don’t do it, Molly! Everyone knows Moldefort is the reigning champion of Questions at Piglumps!
Molly: Trust me, Persephone. I got this.
Bumblefloor: Molly, are you ready?
Molly: I was born ready!
Bumblefloor: Let the questions begin in 3… 2… 1.
Molly: Is the director on set yet?
Moldefort: Have you seen him?
Molly: How are we going to start filming without the director?
Moldefort: Are the actors here?
Molly: Are you one of the actors?
Moldefort:Don’t you know who I am?
Molly: Are you that egotistical Moldefort I’ve heard about?
All: Ohhhhhhhhh!
Molly: Why are you trying to destroy our school?
Moldefort: Why won’t you die?
Molly: You want me dead?
Moldefort: YES!
All: gasp!
Frederick: Psst. Molly. That’s your cue!
Molly: Frederick, you’re alive!
Mooney: I told you so.
Molly: Professor Snipe, I’m sorry I thought it was you. But it was Moldefort and a well-meaning stage elf. I guess I’m always wrong.
Mooney: Here Molly, give this to Dabby. I found it backstage.
Molly: Here, Dabby, you let this backstage.
Bumblefloor: Oh, yes. I think in light of all the success we have seen throughout this tournament, I proclaim that all out champions are winners!
All: HUZZAH!!
Sorting Scarf: Hi I am the sorting scarf, I’ve come to choose your houses (pause, slowly thinking) My you are a tricky one–
Molly: (interrupts) Oh, please not Scorsesoryn! Anything but that!
Sorting Scarf: Hmm… but you could be great! You could even get William Shatner to act with your directing potential!
Molly: Please, no!
Donna: (insert guess #2 here)
Molly: To be or not to be, that is the question!
Donna: Wow, that month went fast!
Molly: You’re telling me! I don’t know if I’m ready for the first challenge.
Persephone: Oh no, Donna! You got a Projector!
Molly: A what?
Donna: What’s wrong?
Molly: My birthmark. It’s burning!
Donna: You mean your Moldefort mark?
Thunder crash.
Molly: It’s been acting up a bit recently.
Donna: What does that mean?
Molly: I don’t know, but I don’t think I can finish this tail. My hand hurts too much. And where did my scissors go?
Snipe: Really, Ms. Goodlove? I think it’s just too small to fit both of Ratley’s legs.
Molly: Sorry, I had some issues finishing my piece.
Persephone: What’s happening with your hand, Molly?
Molly: It’s this blasted spot! It feels like it’s on fire!
Persephone: Well, actually Donna, we have no evidential proof of that. His body was never found.
Molly: Don’t get carried away, guys.
Donna: What is it, Molly?
Molly: You don’t think Snipe would steal my scissors, do you?
Persephone: Donna! Take a breath. Remember your training! Breathe through the emotion. Save your drama for the stage.
Molly: Well, just help me keep an eye on Snipe, will you? And as for my spot, I’m sure it’s just carpal tunnel. Hopefully it will be better by next month.
Bumblefloor: Thank you, Fayco. Molly, please share your concept with us.
Molly: Well, I approached this challenge from the standpoint of taking a play which is problematic in our current society. I’ve always enjoyed the fun banter of Kate and Petruchio in Shakespeare’s, “The Taming of the Shrew,” but it does pose a challenge as it can be interpreted as highly misogynistic. And we don’t need to be presenting plays which degrade women. So, I would take this play and set it in… (unfurls poster) ah… the Wild West… Yes! Where Kate is a strong women with the same, ah, caliber as the famous… gun-slingers. And when Petruchio is trying to control her, she is playing the same game against him, so they are on equal footing. Instead of a submissive wife, she will be his… partner in crime.
Donna: Way to go!
Molly: Thanks, but I didn’t draw that hat! I had to make up all that Western stuff on the fly!
Mooney: No, protecting!
All: Huh?
Frederick: Wow! What an honor to be your partner, Molly. I feel like I’m in great hands!
Molly: It’s an honor to work with you too, Frederick!
Frederick: What happened, Molly?
Molly:Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.
Frederick: OK. Why don’t we start rehearsing? We only have a month!
Molly: Who’s turn was it to bring the sign?
Frederick: I don’t know.
Molly: How long do we wait?
Frederick: Maybe we should just continue?
Molly: Good idea.
Frederick: That was a short ,on the, but I feel really good about how well we rehearsed that scene, as long as those Critiquers don’t show up!
Molly: It’s not the Critiquers I’m worried about, it’s my hand. It’s still really painful.
Fred Tolom: Don’t touch other people’s props! This one is for Molly Sculptor.
Molly: That’s weird.
Frederick: What’s weird?
Molly: It’s just… um, nothing. Frederick, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull off King 2’s fight choreography.
Frederick: Then let’s switch. I’ll play King 2.
Molly: Are you sure?
Frederick: Yeah! If there’s anything you can say about Gafferpuffs, it’s that we know how to be flexible.
Molly: Thank you!
Frederick: Of course, Molly. Here…. I feel really good about this.
King 1: Well my formidable foe, here we are.
King 2: Yes. After ten years of fighting, we have finally reached an end to these shenanigans.
King 1: let us no longer let our people suffer the pangs of war. A Truce!
King 2: A truce!
King 1: Gesundheit.
King 2: Thank you.
King 1: Here, y new-found friend, I drink to your health and the prosperity of our union.
King 2: Here here!
King 1: Tell me, now that we have supped the communal wine of peace, (pause) how would you feel if I murdered your people and took over your land?
King 2:What the what?
King 1: Did you honestly think I would step aside and let these years of bloodshed mean nothing? That wine was poisoned, you fool! I expect you to die a cruel, horrible death in 3… 2… 1…
