HICKORY DICKORY WHAT?
Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2011
Two mice are tired of running up the clock. A counselor tries to help them cope.The number and gender of characters can be changed to accommodate available participants. Price is for a master script. Make as many copies as is required for your ensemble.
Duration7 - 9 minutes
- 2 Females, 1 Male
- 3 Females
- 3 Males
- 1 Female, 2 Males
Product Id: #835
An excerpt …
(the mice are tired of the routine)
HICKORY: Every day. Every stinkin’ day … the clock strikes one, up we run, and boom … back down again. There’s got to be an easier way to make a living. You know, Dickory, I think I’ll just quit.
DICKORY: Great. Two employed mice with no job skills except running up a stupid clock … and the worst part, Hickory …
DICKORY: It doesn’t even rhyme! “Hickory, Dickory Dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, the mouse ran down …” “One” does not rhyme with “down.”
HICKORY: A meaningless job in a nursery rhyme that doesn’t even rhyme. So why do we do it?
(enter … a shrink)
DOC: (entering) Pardon me?
HICKORY: Uh … I was just …
DOC: Your name?
HICKORY: I’m Hickory.
DOC: (to Dickory) And you?
DICKORY: Dickory. And you?
DOC: I’m Doc.
HICKORY: You’re joking.
DOC: I don’t joke. You’re Hickory, he’s Dickory, and I’m Doc. Don’t you think it has a nice ring to it?
DICKORY: Ring. Don’t say ring. It reminds me of clocks.
(except, the doc doesn’t help much)
HICKORY: You’re the doctor. You’re supposed to fix these things. You bombed, Doc.
DICKORY: I think you’re a quack.
DOC: How dare you!
DICKORY: Where’d you get your degree? At a convenience store?
DOC: I’ll have you know that I’ve cured …
DOC: In my career I’ve been able to cure … uh … uh …
DICKORY: Who? Who’d you cure?
DOC: (a long pause as disappointment melts Doc’s strength to disappointment) No one. I haven’t cured a single soul.
HICKORY: How do you keep your job?
DOC: Mother Goose is my aunt. She got me the job.
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