TIME IN A BOX
Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2005
A boy and girl find a mysterious old trunk in the attic — and some even more mysterious guests in the box.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.
Duration8 - 10 minutes
- 3 Females, 2 Males
- 1 Female, 4 Males
- 4 Females, 1 Male
- 5 Males
- 2 Females, 3 Males
- 5 Females
Product Id: #796
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An excerpt …
(Laura thinks he’s joking)
JERRY: Hey, Laura. Can’t you take a little joke? (and we see the disheveled form of Homer slowly rise from out of the trunk. He’s a crusty old man with a mean look in his ey. Jerry’s back is also turned to the trunk) We gotta have a little fun up here don’t we? I mean ... (just then he turns and sees Homer glaring at him) Laura?!!!
LAURA: (a grunt, still turned away) What do you want?
JERRY: It’s … it’s horrible! And it’s moving!
LAURA: Very funny, Jerry. (Homer grabs Jerry by the throat)
JERRY: And it’s got me by the throat!!!!
LAURA: What kind of an idiot do you think I am?
JERRY: (still being choked as Homer drags him over to where Laura is standing) Now it’s coming for you, Laura! It’s looking right at you!
(some long-gone ancestors)
HOMER: I’m Homer! Homer McDermitt! Your great-great uncle from Killarney!
LAURA: That’s impossible! You’re dead!
HOMER: In a manner of speaking. (shouting into the box) Rosey! I found family!
LAURA: There’s somebody else in there?
HOMER: (pulling her out of the box…an old and wrinkled woman) Rosey! Me wife! Rosey, meet Jerry McDermitt, you’re long lost grandnephew!
ROSEY: (hugging Jerry violently) Praise be!
LAURA: But how can you … I mean … if you’re ….
HOMER: Lassie, we’ve been in that box for over a hundred years! I don’t suppose you’d have a wee bit of sweetbread? Or maybe a pudding?
(oops, one more occupant in the box)
HOMER: Hey dog! Come here, boy!
DOG: (jumps out of the box, panting and jumping around)
JERRY: It’s a dog!
HOMER: Of course it’s a dog you blamed fool! You think we’d leave him behind? Sit dog!
JERRY: What’s his name?
HOMER: Dog. We call him “Dog.”
LAURA: That’s it?
HOMER: I call you girl. I call him Dog. You sure you don’t have just a biscuit or maybe some sweet potato bread? Sure and I’m powerful hungry.
JERRY: This whole thing is … it’s impossible! It can’t be happening! You can’t live for over a hundred years in a box!
ROSEY: Alive? (she looks at Homer a brief moment then they both burst out in laughter)
LAURA: What’s so funny?
ROSEY: You think we’re alive? Homer, I think our relatives are a bit loony.
HOMER: (in Jerry’ face) Does this look alive to you?
JERRY: You’re dead?
ROSEY: As a rock. Been that way for … what would you say, Homer?
HOMER: 97 years this March.
DOG: (barks his correction)
HOMER: Sorry, Dog. April. It was April.
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