Frankencricket
Sam Smith
Grade 5 - Unioto Elementary

PHIL: Hi. My name is Phil. Do you have a peculiar feeling about crickets? Do you despise them? Well, then you know how my friend Pacco (PACCO enters) and I feel. It all started two days ago in Mrs. Orr’s science class. (PHIL and PACCO sit in desks. MRS. ORR enters with mutatonic vial and fake cricket)

MRS. ORR: Class, today we are working with a newly discovered chemical. It’s called mutatonic. It can make things mutate from normal form into extraordinary things.

PHIL: How much do you need?

MRS. ORR: Just one tiny drop.

PHIL: What can it do?

MRS. ORR: It can make an average cricket into an oversized cricket.

PACCO: A man-eating cricket, with an outrageous diet, and that looks nothing like a normal cricket?

MRS. ORR: No, no, no. We will test the mutatonic on a dead cricket. Mutatonic can’t change nonliving things into living things. Watch closely. (MRS. ORR goes offstage with fake cricket. PHIL and PACCO follow, but watch the offstage from onstage) <SOUND morphing>

PHIL: Wow! Sure enough, the dead cricket grew and grew. It looked somewhat like an extra-terrestrial.

MRS. ORR: (Offstage) The cricket is fine to come near. It’s dead. It can’t harm you.

PHIL: I still kept my distance.

MRS. ORR: Class dismissed! (PHIL and PACCO leave. <SOUND scary music> CRICKET enters, makes mischief, crosses, and exits. <SOUND school bell> PHIL enters and then MRS. ORR runs onstage. The cricket is gone! The classroom has been vandalized!

PHIL: The desk the cricket was on is crushed! And what’s that? Is that…giant cricket dung?

PACCO: (Enters and sees the mess) Ay-yi-yi! Holy guacamole, my desk has been crushed!

OFFSTAGE VOICE: Attention students. It has come to our attention that the entire school has been completely messed up. It is no longer safe to be in, and we are shutting it down. Go home.

PACCO: YAHOO!!!

PHIL: Unfortunately, this mutated cricket was man-eating. It was destroying the whole town. We had to destroy what we created. Pacco and I took the mutatonic, boarded the school bus, and drove all over town to find the cricket. (Possible chase/search scene) We found him on Bridge Street. <SOUND action music> (CRICKET enters and wreaks havoc)

PACCO: It’s…ALIVE!!

PHIL: We tried everything to stop it. We threw sharp pencils. (PHIL and PACCO throw pencils. CRICKET is unaffected) We threw wadded up papers. (PHIL and PACCO throw wadded up papers. CRICKET is unaffected) We threw rocks! (PHIL and PACCO throw rocks. CRICKET is unaffected) We shouted discouraging words at it. (PHIL and PACCO shout various insults. CRICKET is unaffected) We even gave it some extraordinarily hard math problems!

PACCO: Hey! Cricket! What is 3,567 x 17 and then divided by 3?

CRICKET: Twenty-thousand, two-hundred and thirteen.

PHIL: It’s no use! The mutatonic has made it nearly invincible! The military finally arrived <SOUND cavalry music> (GENERAL SMITH enters) and they tore off all the cricket’s legs. (SMITH “tears off legs”, CRICKET lays on floor. Momentary victory. Then CRICKET roars, “regrows legs” and stands back up)

SMITH: His legs grew back! I am outta here! (SMITH tries to run away, but PHIL stops him)

PHIL: WAIT! I have a brilliant idea!

PACCO: What is it?

PHIL: Two words: Reverse Mutation. We have to reapply the mutatonic.

PACCO: But how? The cricket’s skin is way too tough for the mutatonic to seep in.

PHIL: I know, I know. General Smith, I need you to disarm the cricket.

SMITH: But his arms will just grow back!

PHIL: But it creates a wound that the mutatonic can get into.

PACCO: And if it doesn’t work?

PHIL: That’s a risk we have to take. (Dramatic pause) Ready? GO! (SOLDIER “tears off arms” and runs away screaming. CRICKET falls onto floor and rolls next to curtain, PHIL pours mutatonic on the “arms” and then runs back to PACCO as CRICKET rolls offstage. <SOUND rumbling into explosion> PACCO celebrates, but PHIL is still concerned)

PACCO: We did it! The cricket exploded! We saved the town!

PHIL: Wait…did you see the mutatonic?

PACCO: What?

PHIL: I thought I saw it fly through the air, and I think it hit something.

PACCO: No, you are loco. We are free! (PACCO dances offstage)

PHIL: Nobody else saw the mutatonic fly through the air. But I did, and it hit…another normal cricket. So that explains my fear of crickets. I mean, Frankencrickets. The end. OR IS IT? (PHIL runs offstage in fear)

Brock and His Rock
Connor May
Grade 6 - Unioto Elementary

NARRATOR: Once upon a time there was a kid named Brock, and he had a crazy imagination. (Enter BROCK) Then one day he found a rock on his school’s playground. He told his friend Linda. (LINDA enters as NARRATOR exits)

BROCK: Hey, Linda. I found this really cool rock.

LINDA: Wow. I guess it’s cool.

BROCK: Yeah, I know. His name is Rocky.

LINDA: Uh…Why did you name it?

BROCK: I didn’t. He told me his name. (TIM jumps in a grabs the rock)

TIM: Ha! I got your stupid rock.

BROCK: Rocky is not stupid. He is my best friend.

LINDA: Hey, I thought I was your best friend.

BROCK: Alright, he is my best rock friend. Now give me back my rock, Tim.

TIM: No way. Finders keepers, losers weepers.

BROCK: I’ll save you Rockyyy! (BROCK chases TIM and gets the rock back) Yes! I have saved you, Rocky!

TIM: Give me back the rock before I give you a knuckle sandwich.

ROCKY: (Offstage voice) STOP!

TIM: Did that rock just talk?

ROCKY: Yes, I did, Tom. And I think you should apologize to us!

TIM: Sorry I stole your stupid rock, Brock.

ROCKY: I’m not stupid!

TIM: Alright! Now, Brock, I am sorry I stole your SMART rock. And, Rocky, I am sorry I called you stupid.

BROCK: I forgive you, Tim.

ROCKY: I forgive you, too, Tom.

TIM: Um…I’m Tim.

ROCKY: Oh. Sorry, Jim.

TIM: No. I’m Tim.

ROCKY: Oh, okay, Bim.

TIM: Nevermind! So how do you talk?

ROCKY: Oh, you know…Imagination!

TIM: Hey…um…guys…can we all hang out?

BROCK & LINDA & ROCKY: Okay!

ALL: And we lived happily ever after! The end!

Why Cats Say "Meow"
Elena Knipp
Grade 6 - Unioto Elementary

NARRATOR: In the beginning of time, there was a Cat and a Dog. (Enter CAT and DOG) They both lived in a beautiful forest that had the cleanest, clearest lake you would’ve ever seen. The Dog was very humble and kind and cared about others. The Cat, however, was very rude, stuck-up and thought only of herself. One afternoon, the Dog walked up to the Cat, who was looking at her reflection in the lake.

DOG: How are you on this fine afternoon, Cat?

NARRATOR: The Cat did not hear him. She was speaking very loudly about herself.

CAT: Me, me, me, me, me, me, it’s all about ME!

DOG: How are you on this fine afternoon, Cat?

NARRATOR: The Cat still did not hear him.

CAT: Me, me, me, me, me, me, it’s all about ME!

DOG: HOW ARE YOU ON THIS FINE AFTERNOON, CAT?!

CAT: Dog, I was busy looking at my reflection in the lake and talking to myself when you interrupted me!

DOG: I am truly sorry, Cat. I will be more quiet next time. (DOG walks away) She must be having a bad day today.

NARRATOR: The next day, the Dog saw Cat again.

DOG: Hello, Cat.

NARRATOR: This time, Cat didn’t reply because she was grooming herself.

DOG: Hello, Cat!

CAT: Oh, Dog, it’s just you. Would you go away?

DOG: What?

CAT: Can you not see that I am grooming myself?!

DOG: Oh, yes. I am sorry, Cat. Goodbye. (DOG walks away)

NARRATOR: Later in the day, Dog was getting a drink from the lake when the Cat walked up behind him and… (CAT pushes DOG aside, and he falls into the lake <SOUND splash>)

DOG: Cat! Why did you do that?

CAT: Well, I wanted to look at my reflection in the lake, and you were in my way.

DOG: That is it, Cat. I will put up with your behavior no longer.

NARRATOR: But the Cat was not listening to Dog. She was singing about herself again.

CAT: Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me…

DOG: (Overlapping) Cat, I mean it! This is the last straw! You aren’t even listening! You are so rude, and inconsiderate, why, I just ought to…(DOG pushes CAT into the lake)

CAT: Me…OW! <SOUND splash> Me…ow. Me…ow.

DOG: Next time, maybe you will choose to be nicer, Cat.

CAT: Me…ow!

NARRATOR: So that is the reason why Cats say “meow”.

ALL: The end!

Flame Boy and Ironfist: The Meeting
Blake Borgquist
Grade 1 - James Conger Elementary

NARRATOR: Flame Boy, world renowned superhero, was sitting in his cave room, eating some very spicy chili when…

RADIO: (Offstage) Flame Boy! Flame Boy! The evil Ironfist is destroying the city of Delaware! He is knocking down buildings! Warning!

FLAME BOY: He’ll never get away with it! Blaze on! <SOUND superhero music, rockets>

NARRATOR: Flame Boy blazes through the ground and flames into the city of Delaware.

FLAME BOY: Aha! I have located Ironfist! (IRONFIST enters, wreaking havoc) You’re going down!

IRONFIST: Not a chance!

FLAME BOY: Fireballs, go! <SOUND fire>

IRONFIST: AAAHHHH! You’ve melted my hands!

FLAME BOY: Take that! <SOUND fire>

IRONFIST: No! I’m melting! Melting! (IRONFIST melts to the backstage)

NARRATOR: And so, Ironfist was melted and made into a traffic light, never to bother the city again. (A traffic light appears through the curtains) All thanks to Flame Boy! <SOUND superhero music>

NARRATOR & FLAME BOY: The end!

The End

Two Little Bears
Maddie Richardson
Grade 1 - James Conger Elementary

NARRATOR: One day, two magical brown bears were camping.

SNIFFY: Hello, big brother Sunny. How are you?

SUNNY: I’m great, little sister Sniffy. How are you?

SNIFFY: I’m wonderful. I’m singing and climbing trees. What are you doing?

SUNNY: I’m eating these delicious berries and throwing rocks into the water.

SNIFFY: Do you want to swim with me?

SUNNY: Yes. Let’s go in the water. (ALLIGATOR enters)

NARRATOR: Then, a big alligator with a bunch of sharp teeth started to chase them. He had green and black stripes, and he was very hungry. (optional chase scene) The bears climbed up the tall trees to get away from the alligator. (SNIFFY and SUNNY climb trees, but ALLIGATOR is still trying to get them. NARRATOR exits.)

SUNNY: What do we do now?

SNIFFY: I know! (points at ALLIGATOR) Zip Zap!

ALLIGATOR: Whooooooa! (ALLIGATOR exits during <SOUND CUE magic> A BOWL OF BERRIES is pushed onstage in his place)

SUNNY: Sniffy! You turned the alligator into a big bowl of berries!

SNIFFY: And don’t they look delicious? (NARRATOR enters)

NARRATOR: And so the bears sat by the water and ate the berries.

ALL: The end.

Baby Wars
Chloe Yingling
Grade 2 - Mark Twain Elementary

SOPHIA: Hi! My name is Sophia. I’m only a baby, but I have an enemy. His name is Jack. Only there’s one problem. My mom and his mom are best friends! (SOPHIA’S MOM enters)

SOPHIA’S MOM: Hello, baby girl. Jack is here!

SOPHIA: My heart was pounding. Jack came upstairs. (JACK’S MOM and JACK enter, JACK holds a baseball bat.) <SOUND Psycho theme> I tried to run— (She tries to run, but SOPHIA’S MOM stops her)

SOPHIA’S MOM: You guys have fun. (SOPHIA’S MOM and JACK’S MOM cross to sit on the other side of the stage and gossip. JACK picks up SOPHIA’s toy dog, and tug of war ensues until JACK slips and falls on his bottom)

JACK: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

JACK’S MOM: That’s Jack’s cry! (JACK’S MOM and SOPHIE’S MOM run to the babies, but JACK has stopped crying. They stare in confusion, then return to their seats and continue gabbing. BABIES stare down. SOPHIE picks up her toy dog, more tug of war, hitting is about to happen when…)

JACK’S MOM: Oh, look at the time. Jackie, baby! Time to go! (JACK’S MOM takes JACK’S hand and they exit)

SOPHIA: Jack left with his Mom, but I would never forget that day: The day of the Baby War.

SOPHIA AND MOM: The end.

Disco Diva
Veronica Olaker
Grade 5 - Buckskin Elementary

<SOUND Disco music>

DONNA: Hi! My name is Donna, and I love to Disco. I have won over five disco trophies! I am so dedicated that I always make sure to wear 70’s disco clothes. One day, I was doing my disco dance in my room, when I got some exciting news. (MOM enters)

MOM: Hey, Honey!

DONNA: Hey, Mom.

MOM: Guess what. You have been accepted to a dance academy in Cincinnati!

DONNA: Awesome! When do I go?

MOM: In a week! (MOM exits)

DONNA: I was so excited. For the next week, I made my afro extra poofy and I packed my grooviest outfits. (Possible crazy clothes moment). Finally, I was ready. I got on my bike and rode to Cincinnati. (Mime riding bike <SOUND song>) The dance academy looked cool. I was so excited – maybe my dream job of dance choreographer would finally take off. (DANCERS enter <SOUND hip hop music>) But then I realized that this wasn’t a disco school. It was a hip hop dance academy.

BOY 1: Look at her.

BOY 2: She is not hip hop. What is that hair?

BOY 1: What are those clothes?

BOY 2: What a Diva Dork. (DANCERS laugh and point, etc)

DONNA: I tried to change. I tried to fit in. (dancing antics. DANCERS do a hip hop move, DONNA messes it up) Everything dance they did, I messed up and made it funky! (DANCERS exit, and TEACHER enters)

TEACHER: Donna, I think we both know you don’t fit in here. You should go.

DONNA: So I began to pack my things. I got on my bike. And then I realized something: (DONNA gets off bike, and stands on a soapbox) I am special and unique. I don’t have to leave. (DANCERS and TEACHER enter) Dancing is dancing. You are you, and I am me. I won’t change for someone else, and I won’t leave because I refuse to change. Be who you want to be, and do what you want to do. (DANCERS and TEACHER clap)

TEACHER: She’s right. We should teach hip hop, ballet, disco, and many other styles!

DANCERS: Yeah!

DONNA: And guess what. I became a choreographer for a famous singer! It was a happy ending.

ALL: The end.

The Dining Disaster
Audrey Unverferth
Grade 4 - The Wellington School

NARRATOR: <SOUND city sounds> In the hustle and bustle of New York City lived a sweet little snail named Petunia (PETUNIA enters) and an anxious but intelligent pigeon named Patrick (PATRICK enters) who were the best of friends. Every year when it is one of their birthdays, they celebrate by going to a restaurant together. This year, to celebrate Petunia’s birthday they were going to a brand new French café. (PATRICK and PETUNIA cross the stage as NARRATOR exits)

PETUNIA: I am so excited to eat at the new café! I hear the croissants are fabulous.

PATRICK: Yeah. I want to eat an éclair and a croissant with extra butter. You know how pigeons love butter!

PETUNIA: Well, here we are! <SOUND French music>

PATRICK: What a big restaurant!

PETUNIA: With purple pansies and marigolds in those huge windows! Wow, it is beautiful in here. Just like being in Paris! (PATRICK and PETUNIA begin singing as FRENCH WAITER enters)

FRENCH WAITER: Bonjour! A table for two? Follow me, mes amis! (WAITER leads them to a table and chairs)

PATRICK: What a lovely little table.

PETUNIA: In a lovely little courtyard!

WAITER: (Becoming very nervous) Ah…Here are your menus. I will be back in a moment to…uh…take your order, oui? (WAITER exits)

PETUNIA: (Looks at menu in shock) Escargot?! They eat…snails…in this restaurant? (PETUNIA faints.)

PATRICK: (While dragging PETUNIA away from the table and chairs) Oh, how dreadful! Petunia, are you even breathing? Someone call a doctor! This is a nightmare! (PETUNIA wakes up) Are you okay, Petunia?

PETUNIA: Yes, but how are we going to celebrate my birthday?

PATRICK: Oh, don’t worry, dearest Petunia. How about this: We will go to that new British pub! Okay?

PETUNIA: Alright. I’m sure it will be better than the French café.

PATRICK: I promise it will be. (PATRICK and PETUNIA walk to other side of the stage as BRITISH WAITER enters)

PETUNIA: Here we are! <SOUND British music>

BRITISH WAITER: Good day! Would you like a booth or a table?

PATRICK: A cozy booth, please. We are celebrating Petunia’s birthday. (WAITER leads them to a new table and chairs) See? There is no snail on this menu.

WAITER: Ahh…Excuse me…I forgot to tell you today’s special. This is today’s special: Warm Pigeon Salad with Hazelnut Dressing.

PATRICK: Hahaha! You are funny! You’re going to put me on a bed of lettuce and serve me to the customers! But what is the special, really?

WAITER: No…I am sorry but that really is today’s special: Warm Pigeon Salad with Hazelnut Dressing. It’s a British specialty. Jolly good.

PATRICK: (Panicking and running around as another WAITER enters with a tray) What?!?! Did I hear you correctly? Are you sure?! Help! They are going to sprinkle nuts on me and eat me! Save me! (Collides with WAITER and chaos ensues. PATRICK and PETUNIA run away) Why?! Why did we have to choose to go to that restaurant? Can’t I do anything right?

PETUNIA: Don’t worry, Patrick. You didn’t know!

PATRICK: But I messed up twice in the same week, while trying to find a good restaurant to celebrate…Hey, what is that? (He sniffs the air) Do I smell my favorite veggie dogs with extra mustard and sauerkraut? (PATRICK and PETUNIA run to the other side of the stage where the HOT DOG VENDOR enters)

PATRICK & PETUNIA: Hello! May we have two veggie dogs with extra mustard and sauerkraut?

HOT DOG VENDOR: Coming right up! (NARRATOR enters <SOUND city noise>)

NARRATOR: So in the hustle and bustle of New York City, on a bright sunny afternoon, two friends sat, mouths full of hot dog, smiling at each other.

PETUNIA: You know, Patrick, you did find a great restaurant to celebrate my birthday!

ALL: The end!

The Goruffalo
Griffin McCauley
Grade 2 - Royal Manor Elementary

MOUSE: (MOUSE enters and begins to cross the stage. FOX enters.) A fox! Oh no!

FOX: Where are you going, my delicious friend?

MOUSE: Oh…I’m uh…I’m having dinner with a goruffalo.

FOX: What is a goruffalo?

MOUSE: Well, uh…it’s…it’s a cross between a gorilla…and a buffalo…and it has a poisonous wart on his nose…and bright yellow eyes!

FOX: Oh, really?

MOUSE: Yeah, and his favorite meal is fox soup!

FOX: Well, I’m no meal for a goruffalo. (FOX runs away, and MOUSE continues to cross the stage. RACCOON enters.)

MOUSE: Oh, no. Now a raccoon!

RACCOON: Where are you going, my creamy friend?

MOUSE: Oh, well, uh…I’m having dinner with a gorufallo!

RACCOON: What is a goruffalo?

MOUSE: It’s a cross between a gorilla and a buffalo, and it has a poisonous wart on his nose, and bright yellow eyes…and he is feared by creatures big and small.

RACCOON: Oh, really?

MOUSE: Yes, and his favorite meal is Raccoon Ribs!

RACCOON: I’m no meal for a goruffalo! (RACCOON runs away, and MOUSE continues to cross the stage. The GORUFFALO enters.)

MOUSE: Now what? … (Gasp) A goruffalo! (GORUFFALO just stares.) Uh…uh…My favorite meal is goruffalo soup!

GORUFFALO: AAAHHH! (The GORFUFFALO runs offstage)

MOUSE: The end!

Santa's Son and Comet
Carly McClay
Grade 5 - Bishop Flaget

NARRATOR: “Santa’s Son and Comet,” by Carly McClay, Grade 5. One day, Santa and his son, Chris, were outside by the reindeer pen. (SANTA, CHRIS, and COMET enter.) Chris was training with Santa because he’s next in line to be Santa. So Chris got up close to the reindeer and said…(NARRATOR exits)

CHRIS: Okay, Comet. I’m just going to climb on you. (CHRIS tries to climb onto COMET’S back)

COMET: Hey! Get away from me, you psycho!

CHRIS: Why? I was just trying to—

COMET: You don’t ‘climb on’ a reindeer!

SANTA: (Oblivious to the animosity) Chris, I want you and Comet to go and do a sleigh session.

COMET: Never! (COMET tries to run away, but CHRIS jumps on his back)

SANTA: Chris! Get off of Comet! (CHRIS climbs down) It’s just one session.

COMET: Okay fine. But I know he’ll steer me into an elf. (SANTA exits. CHRIS hitches up the sleigh)

CHRIS: On, Comet! (They take off, and sleigh about. <SOUND wind and sleigh bells>)

COMET: I’m going to die in the hands of a nut!

CHRIS: You know, I really don’t like you, and I’m trying to concentrate, so if you would please just BE QUIET!

COMET: Can you please tell me why you steered us near the workshop?

CHRIS: LA LA LA LA, I can’t hear you! (ELF enters. COMET is headed straight towards her)

ELF: AAAAHHHHH! (COMET and the ELF collide. ELF lays motionless on the ground. SANTA enters and sees the following argument)

CHRIS: You killed her!

COMET: ME?! You steered me into her!

SANTA: You two are going to be punished for not working together. I shall drag you by your ears into the Time-Out Room.

CHRIS & COMET: NOOOOOOO! (SANTA takes them by the ears, and drags them offstage.)

ELF: (Stands up slowly, brushes herself off). They don’t pay me enough. The end.

How the Sphinx Was Created
Marshall Evans
Grade 4 - Westview Elementary

NARRATOR: One day in Egypt, a royal kingdom housed a massive amount of servants, and a King Saysmograph and Queen Saysmograph. (Enter KING and QUEEN. The QUEEN is carrying a pet cat.) The Queen had a cat named Finx. She loved her cat so much that she wanted to do something really special for her.

QUEEN: Honey! Is it okay if I borrow some gold coins?

KING: How much does thee need?

QUEEN: I believe about 700 million will do.

KING: (He reaches for the gold) O-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay—WHAT?! Why does thee need so much, as they say, “moolah”?

QUEEN: I want to build a statue that looks like thy Finx.

KING: Speaking of statues, I want to build a statue of myself.

QUEEN: But I thought of it first!

KING: It’s my gold, so I win!

QUEEN: No!

KING: Yes!

QUEEN: No!

KING: Yes! (SERVANT enters)

QUEEN: No!

KING: Yes!

NARRATOR: The King and Queen fought until the King finally gave in.

QUEEN: Either we build a statue of Finx, or no taffy for one week!

KING: Yipe! Okay, okay.

SERVANT: (enters with a sign)How about you two put the ideas together? The head of a man but the body of a cat?

KING & QUEEN: What a great idea!

NARRATOR: That was how the Sphinx was born, and it still stands in Egypt today.

ALL: The end!

The Accidental Adventures of Weirdo Guy and Brain Farct
Kendra Perry
Grade 5 - Southview Elementary

(WG and BF enter)

WEIRDO GUY: Ever since we were little—

BRAIN FARCT: We have been superheroes! <SOUND Superhero music>

WG: Yeah! We can even fly! (He leaps into the air, and falls flat on his face.) Uh…we’re still working on that.

BF: But we can freeze water! (He stares. Nothing happens.) Well, we can’t freeze water now…later…maybe.

WG: Remember when we saved that cat on accident? <SOUND flash back harp> (CAT ON A STICK appears above stage “stuck in tree.” They proceed to act out the memory) First, we were going to chain saw it out, but the saw was too heavy. I couldn’t lift it. We were also going to try pulling it out with a rope. The rope wasn’t long enough. I finally tried grabbing it, but it got scared, and jumped down on its own!

BF: Wait! Do you hear that?

PERSON: (Offstage) Help! A thief!

WG: Let’s go! (WEIRDO GUY and BRAIN FARCT leap into the air, fall on their face.)

BF: Let’s go! (They try again, but still fall.)

WG: Lets…just take the car. (WEIRDO GUY and BRAIN FARCT get into their car and drive around the stage. THIEF enters.) I think I see the thief! Get him with this rope! (They throw the rope, and miss.)

BF: I know! When we get close, hit him with this stick. (They try, but the thief ducks in time. They drive past THIEF.)

WG: I think we made a wrong turn. Whoa! Where are we? Aaaahhh! (They circle the car around and hit THIEF, knocking him to the ground. POLICE OFFICER enters and picks THIEF up.)

OFFICER: Thank you, boys.

WG & BF: You’re welcome! Goodbye! (OFFICER exits with THIEF.)

WG: Ready to go home?

BF: Let’s go! (They jump into the air, and fall on their faces.)

WG & BF: The end!

The King of the Forest
Genna Heileman
Grade 6 - Millersport Elementary

NARRATOR: Once upon a time a young bald eagle was sitting in its nest. (LENNY perches in his nest) Its name was Lenny and he was two months old. Lenny lived in a small forest where not much happened. (LENNY settles in and falls asleep) Not much, that is, until… (NARRATOR exits) <SOUND chopping>

LENNY: (waking up) What is that weird noise? (LUMBERJACK enters and mimes chopping trees, and begins chopping LENNY’s tree) Hey! That’s my tree! What’s he doing? Stop! <SOUND tree falling> (LENNY flies to another tree, LUMBERJACK exits, but sound continues for a little bit) Where have all the trees gone? The forest doesn’t look like a forest anymore. I’ll ask the smartest person I know: James the wise old owl. (enter JAMES)

JAMES: What is the matter, Lenny?

LENNY: Some creature took away half the forest where I live. What is going on?

JAMES: Ah, I see. This is called deforestation.

LENNY: Deforestation. What’s that?

JAMES: The creature is a human, and humans cut down trees to make houses to live in, paper to write on, and many other things.

LENNY: But that tree was my house.

JAMES: There is nothing we can do. (exit JAMES)

LENNY: If he comes back, I’ll be ready. (LENNY perches in his new tree, and LUMBERJACK enters. LENNY flies down, takes the axes in his beak and carries it to his nest. LUMBERJACK tries to get it back, but can’t. LUMBERJACK exits, and JAMES enters)

JAMES: I did not think anything could be done about deforestation, but you proved me wrong. You shall henceforth be known as “The King of the Forest.” <SOUND fanfare>

LENNY & JAMES: The end!

The Purple Berry Monster and the Boy Scout
Carley Naille
Grade 3 - Granville Elementary

NARRATOR: One night in the forest, there was a lost boy scout. (enter BOY SCOUT) His Troop 109 already went back, but he did not know that. <SOUND night forest noise>

BOY SCOUT: I’m not scared. … Okay maybe a little. … Okay a lot! … Oh! I just remembered: in my backpack I have a lunch. I’m going to eat it. (BOY SCOUT sits down and takes out his lunch. Something growls offstage.) What was that? (Growl) It sounds like a tiger! (BERRY MONSTER enters) That’s not a tiger! It’s a…a…a Purple Berry Monster! And he looks angry and hungry. (BERRY MONSTER comes towards him, menacing, looks like he’s going to attack, but then at the last minute hugs and licks the BOY SCOUT) Ha! It is a nice monster!

NARRATOR: Not only was it a nice Purple Berry Monster, it knew where the Boy Scout’s Troop 109 was. (BERRY MONSTER takes BOY SCOUT’s hand and leads him to edge of stage) He led the boy back to his Troop and the boy was safe. (BOY SCOUT runs offstage towards “Troop”)

BERRY MONSTER: The end.

Detective Pot and Detective Poot
Joshua Adams
Grade 4 - Windermere Elementary

(FARMER BILL is onstage. <SOUND detective music> POT and POOT rush onstage)

POT: We got here as fast as we could.

POOT: Quiet, and let me do the talking! (to FARMER BILL) We got here as fast as we could. What is the problem?

FARMER BILL: Our cow, Bessy, has been stolen! She is the town’s most famous cow. She makes the finest milk.

POT: (Takes out notebook) Well, where is she now?

POOT: You nincompoop! Let me do the questions! (Takes out the notebook) So where is she now?

FARMER BILL: I came in here this morning to milk her but she wasn’t here!

POOT: Okay. We will look for clues now. (POOT and POT hunt for clues, and see a hat on the ground) Hey look! A hat! And it says, “Phil.”

POT: I bet Dr. Phil, the TV star, stole the cow.

POOT: Whoa! I almost stepped in this cowpie.

POT: Hey, look! It has a footprint in it.

POOT: Let me see it. It is definitely a man’s footprint.

POT: I bet it’s Dr. Phil’s!

POOT: Quiet! We need more clues. (POOT and POT keep hunting)

POT: Hey look! A bright flashing arrow.

POOT: (takes out magnifying glass) It says Phil’s Farm.

POT: I didn’t know Dr. Phil owned a farm. (takes out magnifying glass as DR. PHIL enters with a plush cow and bumps in POOT and POT)

PHIL: Hey! Who are you anyway? <SOUND Moo>

POT: It’s the cow!

POOT: You nincompoop! Let me do the dramatic conclusion. It’s the cow! Arrest the thief. (enter FARMER BILL as POT and POOT arrest DR. PHIL)

FARMER BILL: Thank you for saving my poor cow.

POT: You’re welcome.

POOT: Let me do the talking. You’re welcome. (Leading PHIL offstage)

PHIL: And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling kids! <SOUND>

ALL: The end.