MOOD MED, INC.

Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2010

A person wants a doctor to treat a cold and got more treatment than needed.

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Duration

7 - 9 minutes

    Cast Options

  • 2 Females, 2 Males
  • 4 Males
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An excerpt …

(Some optional treatments …)

LABEN: It’s the newest thing in medical treatment, Mr. Ross. Since we have to wait longer and longer to see our doctor, our clinic is offering a free mood therapy.

ROSCOE: Mood therapy?

LABEN: We work on your moods.

ROSCOE: My mood is fine. It’s my nose that’s stopped up.

LABEN: Did you know that most mental conditions go untreated?

ROSCOE: I don’t have a mental condition! I have a runny nose!

LABEN: Anger. Ah, yes. One of the first signs.

ROSCOE: (shouting) I’m not angry. (a pause, then) Well, maybe I am, but I don’t need …

(Not traditional methods.)

ROSCOE: Then I won’t! (quickly exits that room and Kregor exits) (reading the sign again) “Impatience.” You got that right? (looking down the hall) What else is there? (reading a sign) “Sympathy.” Yeh, that’s what I need. (enters)

UPTON: (entering) Ahh … I’m sorry. That’s too bad. Can I help?

ROSCOE: Help what?

UPTON: Oh, that’s terrible! You want a hug? You look like you need a hug. Come here you big Teddy Bear (hugs Laben)

ROSCOE: I didn’t do anything. What are you?

UPTON: Oh, I can just imagine how you feel. Do you drink tea? I can make you a nice cup of tea and you can tell me all about it.

ROSCOE: About what?

UPTON: Oh, now you’re really getting upset, aren’t you?

(After numerous treatments, the patient develops other problems.)

LABEN: (entering as his initial self) Mr. Ross? The doctor will see you now.

ROSCOE: (totally confused now and a bit out of it) What doctor?

LABEN: You came to see the doctor. Something about your nose.

ROSCOE: My nose? What about my nose?

LABEN: You said you had a cold in your nose.

ROSCOE: (nearing the state of a blathering idiot by now) What nose? Do I have a nose? I can’t smell it!

LABEN: (aside to offstage) I need some help out here.

ROSCOE: Don’t call the Fairy Queen! She dents polo ponies! And dragons! Have you seen the dragons?

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