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MIND WANDERING STUDENT THEATER CHARACTERS: (8-13; 4-7 Males, 1 Female, 3-5 Either) PRINCIPAL A WHALE MR. JOHANSON CAPTAIN AHAB MRS. JOHANSON CREW MEMBER #1 NARRATOR CREW MEMBER #2 DR. JEYKLL THOMAS EDISON MISTER HYDE LEON DEAN DOUBLING: Dr. Jekyll can play Captain Ahab and Thomas Edison. Mr. Hyde can play Crew Member #1 and Leon. Dean can play Crew Member #2 PROPS: Diploma, Phone, Harpoon, Glasses RUNNING TIME: 10 Minutes A PRINCIPAL sits at a desk. Enter MR. JOHANSON and MRS. JOHANSON. PRINCIPAL: Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Johanson. Thank you for coming. MRS. JOHANSON: Oh how could we not. Our little Charlie, being inducted into the National Honors Society. We wouldn't miss it! PRINCIPAL: I'm afraid you may have misheard my message somehow Mrs. Johanson. I didn't say Charlie is being inducted into the National Honors... MR. JOHANSON: See, I told you he didn't say National Honors Society honey, he said Dead Poets Society. MRS. JOHANSON: You didn't even hear the message dear... PRINCIPAL: We don't have a Dead Poets Society. And I'm afraid it's definitely not the National Honors Society either. Charlie's not being inducted into anything I'm afraid. Charlie is on the brink of failing out of school. MRS. JOHANSON: What?! MR. JOHANSON: How is that possible?! Charlie's gotten nothing but A's. PRINCIPAL: Charlie's gotten nothing but F's Mr. Johanson. MRS JOHANSON: But his teachers, they've had nothing but wonderful things to say about Charlie. PRINCIPAL: Charlie's teachers have nothing but terrible things to say, I'm afraid. I'm not sure where you're coming up with this. MR. JOHANSON: Well I'm not sure where you're coming up with your theory that our son is a bad student. PRINCIPAL: It's no theory Mr. Johanson. It appears that Charlie pays attention to only about half of what he hears or reads and just makes up the other half. MR. JOHANSON: So wait, our son is being inducted into the National Honors Society? PRINCIPAL: No! I didn't say anything about the National Honors Society! I'm saying that Charlie isn't paying attention half of the time! MRS. JOHANSON: Well, I find all of this hard to believe. PRINCIPAL: I was afraid you would say that, so I took the liberty of calling in our theater troop to perform Charlie's last book report. (summons off stage) Come in please. (Enter THEATER TROOP consisting of a NARRATOR, a DEAN, DOCTOR JEKYLL and MISTER HYDE.) MRS. JOHANSON: Why is the volleyball team here? PRINCIPAL: Theater troop! Mr. and Mrs. Johanson, this is your son's book report on Robert Louis Stevenson's classic tale, The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. (to THEATER TROOP) Students, if you'll please. (The THEATER TROOP gets into position. DOCTOR JEKYLL stares at himself in an imaginary mirror, disturbed.) NARRATOR: Doctor Jekyll stared at himself in the mirror, in horror. He could feel the potion burning through him. The transformation was underway. (MISTER HYDE steps in.) MISTER HYDE: You're a weak man, Doctor Jekyll! A weak man! I'll take it from here! Ha, ha, ha, ha! DOCTOR JEKYLL: A weak man am I? Okay, 'Mister' Hyde. MISTER HYDE: What?! What are you implying?! DOCTOR JEKYLL: Hmm? Oh nothing. MISTER HYDE: Then why did you just emphasize the word 'Mister?' DOCTOR JEKYLL: No reason. MISTER HYDE: What?! What you don't think I have it in me to become a doctor?! DOCTOR JEKYLL: Well, quite frankly, no. MISTER HYDE: Yeah?! Well I'll show you! (MISTER HYDE storms off. DOCTOR JEKYLL walks away.) NARRATOR #2: And with that Mister Hyde hit the books. He spent countless hours studying until finally, it was graduation day. (MISTER HYDE puts on a graduation cap. Enter the DEAN.) DEAN: Congratulations Mister Hyde. This is well deserved. (hands over the diploma) Well deserved indeed! MISTER HYDE: What do you mean 'Mister' Hyde?! It's Doctor now! DEAN: Nope, sorry. This is beauty school. MISTER HYDE: (furious) Dang it!!!!! NARRATOR: And thus ends the famous tale, Jekyll and Hyde. (MR. and MRS. JOHANSON applaud profusely.) PRINCIPAL: What are you... (The THEATER TROOP bows.) Thank you students, that will be enough. (The THEATER TROOP walks off.) MR. JOHANSON: Well that was brilliant. I don't know how he got all those pyrotechnics in there but those explosions were amazing. PRINCIPAL: Pyro... There were no pyrotechnics! MRS. JOHANSON: I have to agree with my husband Principal Swanson, that story had everything. PRINCIPAL: No it didn't! It was incorrect. MR. JOHANSON: It was one report Principal Swanson. I hardly think it’s a true reflection of our son's ability to play football. PRINCIPAL: Your son doesn't play football! We're talking about his grades! It's not just one report. (summons THEATER TROOP in) Let's take a look at your son's interpretation of Herman Melville's Moby Dick shall we? (Enter NARRATOR.) Students if you would. NARRATOR: The crew of the Pequod was exhausted. They had survived the squall but morale was beginning to wear thin. Things, however, were about to change. The whale they had spent months chasing had been spotted just off the starboard bow. Captain Ahab gathered the men to prepare them for the mission they were now about to face. (Enter CAPTAIN AHAB and CREW MEMBERS.) CAPTAIN AHAB: Arrrrr, mateys, our moment is upon us. Moby Dick, the monstrous whale that took me leg is just off our starboard bow. It has been years, but revenge is finally mine! (Enter a WHALE carrying a harpoon.) WHALE: Not so fast! (The entire CREW turns around startled.) CAPTAIN AHAB: Great Scott! WHALE: Wrong! It is I, Moby Dick! CREW MEMBER #1: Yarr, how did he... CAPTAIN AHAB: Arrr!!! Never mind that! At him boys! (The CREW goes to lunge at the WHALE, but HE brandishes the harpoon.) WHALE: Back! CREW MEMBER #2: He's got a harpoon! (EVERYONE falls back.) CREW MEMBER #1: Seriously captain, I don't see how a whale... CAPTAIN AHAB: Silence! (to WHALE) Ye foul creature! Ye took me leg! WHALE: And it was delicious! Now I'm back for the other one! CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr! Over my dead... CREW MEMBER #1: Captain! Wait! Ye said that Moby Dick be a giant whale. CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr, what of it?! CREW MEMBER #1: Well this creature tis pretty small by whale standards. CAPTAIN AHAB: So? CREW MEMBER #2: And it can speak English. Seems like somethin' ye would have mentioned to us. CAPTAIN AHAB: Arr what are ye gettin' at? CREW MEMBER #2: Seems suspicious. CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr, how so? CREW MEMBER #2: Well whales also don't have the opposable thumbs to handle a harpoon. CAPTAIN AHAB: Okay... CREW MEMBER #1: And whales don't board ships. CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr, I don't follow. NARRATOR: This lasted for several more hours until Captain Ahab finally realized... CAPTAIN AHAB: Egad! This isn't Moby Dick at all! NARRATOR #2: It had been a setup. When Captain Ahab and his men returned to New England, their worst fears had been realized. While they were away the real Moby Dick had broken into their homes and stolen all of their stuff. And thus concludes the classic tale of Moby Dick. (MR. and MRS JOHANSON clap.) PRINCIPAL: Thank you students. (Exit THEATER TROOP.) MR. JOHANSON: Man, so close to a first down. PRINCIPAL: First down?! What are you talking about? MRS. JOHANSON: I don't understand what the problem with that was. PRINCIPAL: You don't understand the problem? MRS. JOHANSON: No. PRINCIPAL: Mrs. Johanson, Moby Dick did not break into homes and rob sailors while they were at sea. MR. JOHANSON: Maybe it's your theater troop’s rendition that's the problem. PRINCIPAL: The theater troop doesn't enter into it. MRS. JOHANSON: Look, so our son's not good at geometry... PRINCIPAL: Literature! MRS. JOHANSON: Literature, whatever. It's one subject. PRINCIPAL: Oh really? Let's take a look at how Charlie's doing in history class. Troop! (summons TROOP) (Enter NARRATOR, THOMAS EDISON and LEON.) PRINCIPAL: May I present your son's report on the invention of the light bulb? Troop? NARRATOR: The year was 1879. A young Thomas Edison was working on an invention that would change the way people would see the world, kaleidoscopic glasses. However, it was getting dark and Edison was having trouble seeing himself. (EDISON is holding a match trying to work on a pair of glasses. The match burns up to his finger tips.) THOMAS EDISON: (in pain) Ah!! (drops the match) That is the third match I've burnt myself with this year! LEON: That is ridiculous sir! THOMAS EDISON: Shut up and assist me Leon. We will scrap the kaleidoscopic glasses for now and work on an invention that will keep people from burning themselves. Fire-proof gloves! LEON: Sir, if I could, the gloves you speak of already exist. What if, instead, we invented a contraption that did away with matches all together? THOMAS EDISON: Do away with matches?! Leon you've gone mad! I'm calling for the insane asylum. (EDISON heads for the door, but then an idea hits him.) If only there were some sort of device that allowed me to call the mental asylum without having to leave the lab! LEON: I'm afraid no such invention exists sir. THOMAS EDISON: That's it! We'll build such a device and then I will call for the asylum and they will take you away! NARRATOR: So Edison and his assistant spent the next several weeks hard at work until at last they developed a contraption very similar to the modern telephone. The two men then lay cable connecting Edison's lab with the insane asylum and connected the phone. THOMAS EDISON: And now the moment of truth! I will call for the insane asylum to take you away without leaving the lab. LEON: Fascinating. THOMAS EDISON: Quiet Leon. (EDISON picks up the phone) NARRATOR: Unfortunately for Edison, the doctors at the insane asylum had no idea what was making that ringing noise, so they smashed the device with a hammer. THOMAS EDISON: No answer. Must not work. Fine Leon, we'll do your stupid idea instead. NARRATOR: Three weeks later, the light bulb was invented somehow. And that concludes this important chapter in American History. (MR. and MRS. JOHANSON applaud. The THEATER TROOP bows and walks off.) MR. JOHANSON: Well, you have to admit, that was pretty good, given our son has never played the trombone before. PRINCIPAL: Trombone?! What are you talking about?! That was his history report! MRS. JOHANSON: I have to agree with my husband. I mean should my son have gone for the two point conversion? Maybe not, but we could arm chair quarterback all day long Principal Swanson. PRINCIPAL: What?! MR. JOHANSON: What I think my wife is trying to say, Principal Swanson is that we hear you loud and clear. Our son shouldn't be wearing a cape to school. We'll talk with him as soon as we get home. PRINCIPAL: (furious) A cape?! You know something, you're right! This isn't Charlie's fault at all! Not at all! It's your fault! It's obvious that neither of you can pay attention to anything for more than a minute and then you just make up the rest of whatever you see or hear! Charlie is learning from you! And if you don't change your ways your son never will! Now, if you'll excuse me! (The PRINCIPAL storms out.)

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MIND WANDERING STUDENT THEATER CHARACTERS: (8-13; 4-7 Males, 1 Female, 3-5 Either) PRINCIPAL A WHALE MR. JOHANSON CAPTAIN AHAB MRS. JOHANSON CREW MEMBER #1 NARRATOR CREW MEMBER #2 DR. JEYKLL THOMAS EDISON MISTER HYDE LEON DEAN DOUBLING: Dr. Jekyll can play Captain Ahab and Thomas Edison. Mr. Hyde can play Crew Member #1 and Leon. Dean can play Crew Member #2 PROPS: Diploma, Phone, Harpoon, Glasses RUNNING TIME: 10 Minutes A PRINCIPAL sits at a desk. Enter MR. JOHANSON and MRS. JOHANSON. PRINCIPAL: Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Johanson. Thank you for coming. MRS. JOHANSON: Oh how could we not. Our little Charlie, being inducted into the National Honors Society. We wouldn't miss it! PRINCIPAL: I'm afraid you may have misheard my message somehow Mrs. Johanson. I didn't say Charlie is being inducted into the National Honors... MR. JOHANSON: See, I told you he didn't say National Honors Society honey, he said Dead Poets Society. MRS. JOHANSON: You didn't even hear the message dear... PRINCIPAL: We don't have a Dead Poets Society. And I'm afraid it's definitely not the National Honors Society either. Charlie's not being inducted into anything I'm afraid. Charlie is on the brink of failing out of school. MRS. JOHANSON: What?! MR. JOHANSON: How is that possible?! Charlie's gotten nothing but A's. PRINCIPAL: Charlie's gotten nothing but F's Mr. Johanson. MRS JOHANSON: But his teachers, they've had nothing but wonderful things to say about Charlie. PRINCIPAL: Charlie's teachers have nothing but terrible things to say, I'm afraid. I'm not sure where you're coming up with this. MR. JOHANSON: Well I'm not sure where you're coming up with your theory that our son is a bad student. PRINCIPAL: It's no theory Mr. Johanson. It appears that Charlie pays attention to only about half of what he hears or reads and just makes up the other half. MR. JOHANSON: So wait, our son is being inducted into the National Honors Society? PRINCIPAL: No! I didn't say anything about the National Honors Society! I'm saying that Charlie isn't paying attention half of the time! MRS. JOHANSON: Well, I find all of this hard to believe. PRINCIPAL: I was afraid you would say that, so I took the liberty of calling in our theater troop to perform Charlie's last book report. (summons off stage) Come in please. (Enter THEATER TROOP consisting of a NARRATOR, a DEAN, DOCTOR JEKYLL and MISTER HYDE.) MRS. JOHANSON: Why is the volleyball team here? PRINCIPAL: Theater troop! Mr. and Mrs. Johanson, this is your son's book report on Robert Louis Stevenson's classic tale, The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. (to THEATER TROOP) Students, if you'll please. (The THEATER TROOP gets into position. DOCTOR JEKYLL stares at himself in an imaginary mirror, disturbed.) NARRATOR: Doctor Jekyll stared at himself in the mirror, in horror. He could feel the potion burning through him. The transformation was underway. (MISTER HYDE steps in.) MISTER HYDE: You're a weak man, Doctor Jekyll! A weak man! I'll take it from here! Ha, ha, ha, ha! DOCTOR JEKYLL: A weak man am I? Okay, 'Mister' Hyde. MISTER HYDE: What?! What are you implying?! DOCTOR JEKYLL: Hmm? Oh nothing. MISTER HYDE: Then why did you just emphasize the word 'Mister?' DOCTOR JEKYLL: No reason. MISTER HYDE: What?! What you don't think I have it in me to become a doctor?! DOCTOR JEKYLL: Well, quite frankly, no. MISTER HYDE: Yeah?! Well I'll show you! (MISTER HYDE storms off. DOCTOR JEKYLL walks away.) NARRATOR #2: And with that Mister Hyde hit the books. He spent countless hours studying until finally, it was graduation day. (MISTER HYDE puts on a graduation cap. Enter the DEAN.) DEAN: Congratulations Mister Hyde. This is well deserved. (hands over the diploma) Well deserved indeed! MISTER HYDE: What do you mean 'Mister' Hyde?! It's Doctor now! DEAN: Nope, sorry. This is beauty school. MISTER HYDE: (furious) Dang it!!!!! NARRATOR: And thus ends the famous tale, Jekyll and Hyde. (MR. and MRS. JOHANSON applaud profusely.) PRINCIPAL: What are you... (The THEATER TROOP bows.) Thank you students, that will be enough. (The THEATER TROOP walks off.) MR. JOHANSON: Well that was brilliant. I don't know how he got all those pyrotechnics in there but those explosions were amazing. PRINCIPAL: Pyro... There were no pyrotechnics! MRS. JOHANSON: I have to agree with my husband Principal Swanson, that story had everything. PRINCIPAL: No it didn't! It was incorrect. MR. JOHANSON: It was one report Principal Swanson. I hardly think it’s a true reflection of our son's ability to play football. PRINCIPAL: Your son doesn't play football! We're talking about his grades! It's not just one report. (summons THEATER TROOP in) Let's take a look at your son's interpretation of Herman Melville's Moby Dick shall we? (Enter NARRATOR.) Students if you would. NARRATOR: The crew of the Pequod was exhausted. They had survived the squall but morale was beginning to wear thin. Things, however, were about to change. The whale they had spent months chasing had been spotted just off the starboard bow. Captain Ahab gathered the men to prepare them for the mission they were now about to face. (Enter CAPTAIN AHAB and CREW MEMBERS.) CAPTAIN AHAB: Arrrrr, mateys, our moment is upon us. Moby Dick, the monstrous whale that took me leg is just off our starboard bow. It has been years, but revenge is finally mine! (Enter a WHALE carrying a harpoon.) WHALE: Not so fast! (The entire CREW turns around startled.) CAPTAIN AHAB: Great Scott! WHALE: Wrong! It is I, Moby Dick! CREW MEMBER #1: Yarr, how did he... CAPTAIN AHAB: Arrr!!! Never mind that! At him boys! (The CREW goes to lunge at the WHALE, but HE brandishes the harpoon.) WHALE: Back! CREW MEMBER #2: He's got a harpoon! (EVERYONE falls back.) CREW MEMBER #1: Seriously captain, I don't see how a whale... CAPTAIN AHAB: Silence! (to WHALE) Ye foul creature! Ye took me leg! WHALE: And it was delicious! Now I'm back for the other one! CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr! Over my dead... CREW MEMBER #1: Captain! Wait! Ye said that Moby Dick be a giant whale. CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr, what of it?! CREW MEMBER #1: Well this creature tis pretty small by whale standards. CAPTAIN AHAB: So? CREW MEMBER #2: And it can speak English. Seems like somethin' ye would have mentioned to us. CAPTAIN AHAB: Arr what are ye gettin' at? CREW MEMBER #2: Seems suspicious. CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr, how so? CREW MEMBER #2: Well whales also don't have the opposable thumbs to handle a harpoon. CAPTAIN AHAB: Okay... CREW MEMBER #1: And whales don't board ships. CAPTAIN AHAB: Yarr, I don't follow. NARRATOR: This lasted for several more hours until Captain Ahab finally realized... CAPTAIN AHAB: Egad! This isn't Moby Dick at all! NARRATOR #2: It had been a setup. When Captain Ahab and his men returned to New England, their worst fears had been realized. While they were away the real Moby Dick had broken into their homes and stolen all of their stuff. And thus concludes the classic tale of Moby Dick. (MR. and MRS JOHANSON clap.) PRINCIPAL: Thank you students. (Exit THEATER TROOP.) MR. JOHANSON: Man, so close to a first down. PRINCIPAL: First down?! What are you talking about? MRS. JOHANSON: I don't understand what the problem with that was. PRINCIPAL: You don't understand the problem? MRS. JOHANSON: No. PRINCIPAL: Mrs. Johanson, Moby Dick did not break into homes and rob sailors while they were at sea. MR. JOHANSON: Maybe it's your theater troop’s rendition that's the problem. PRINCIPAL: The theater troop doesn't enter into it. MRS. JOHANSON: Look, so our son's not good at geometry... PRINCIPAL: Literature! MRS. JOHANSON: Literature, whatever. It's one subject. PRINCIPAL: Oh really? Let's take a look at how Charlie's doing in history class. Troop! (summons TROOP) (Enter NARRATOR, THOMAS EDISON and LEON.) PRINCIPAL: May I present your son's report on the invention of the light bulb? Troop? NARRATOR: The year was 1879. A young Thomas Edison was working on an invention that would change the way people would see the world, kaleidoscopic glasses. However, it was getting dark and Edison was having trouble seeing himself. (EDISON is holding a match trying to work on a pair of glasses. The match burns up to his finger tips.) THOMAS EDISON: (in pain) Ah!! (drops the match) That is the third match I've burnt myself with this year! LEON: That is ridiculous sir! THOMAS EDISON: Shut up and assist me Leon. We will scrap the kaleidoscopic glasses for now and work on an invention that will keep people from burning themselves. Fire-proof gloves! LEON: Sir, if I could, the gloves you speak of already exist. What if, instead, we invented a contraption that did away with matches all together? THOMAS EDISON: Do away with matches?! Leon you've gone mad! I'm calling for the insane asylum. (EDISON heads for the door, but then an idea hits him.) If only there were some sort of device that allowed me to call the mental asylum without having to leave the lab! LEON: I'm afraid no such invention exists sir. THOMAS EDISON: That's it! We'll build such a device and then I will call for the asylum and they will take you away! NARRATOR: So Edison and his assistant spent the next several weeks hard at work until at last they developed a contraption very similar to the modern telephone. The two men then lay cable connecting Edison's lab with the insane asylum and connected the phone. THOMAS EDISON: And now the moment of truth! I will call for the insane asylum to take you away without leaving the lab. LEON: Fascinating. THOMAS EDISON: Quiet Leon. (EDISON picks up the phone) NARRATOR: Unfortunately for Edison, the doctors at the insane asylum had no idea what was making that ringing noise, so they smashed the device with a hammer. THOMAS EDISON: No answer. Must not work. Fine Leon, we'll do your stupid idea instead. NARRATOR: Three weeks later, the light bulb was invented somehow. And that concludes this important chapter in American History. (MR. and MRS. JOHANSON applaud. The THEATER TROOP bows and walks off.) MR. JOHANSON: Well, you have to admit, that was pretty good, given our son has never played the trombone before. PRINCIPAL: Trombone?! What are you talking about?! That was his history report! MRS. JOHANSON: I have to agree with my husband. I mean should my son have gone for the two point conversion? Maybe not, but we could arm chair quarterback all day long Principal Swanson. PRINCIPAL: What?! MR. JOHANSON: What I think my wife is trying to say, Principal Swanson is that we hear you loud and clear. Our son shouldn't be wearing a cape to school. We'll talk with him as soon as we get home. PRINCIPAL: (furious) A cape?! You know something, you're right! This isn't Charlie's fault at all! Not at all! It's your fault! It's obvious that neither of you can pay attention to anything for more than a minute and then you just make up the rest of whatever you see or hear! Charlie is learning from you! And if you don't change your ways your son never will! Now, if you'll excuse me! (The PRINCIPAL storms out.)

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