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Little Bo Peep Sample

This is an example of a smaller cameo role. The Town Crier visits the village of Kenspeckle to make a proclamation.

The Town Crier Enters, ringing his handbell.

Town Crier (Sobbing) O Yeth! O Yeth! O Yeth!

Others Oh, get on with it!

The Town Crier dries his eyes, unrolls a beribboned scroll and endeavours to read it. He tries several times, ad-lib, but is interrupted by a Bugler, offstage.

Town Crier Hey! You with the bugle!

Bugler (Off) What?

Town Crier “Bugle” off!

He is answered by a musical “raspberry”. In response he loudly blows his nose.

Town Crier Stewed People of Kenspeckle! Hear you all and take you good heed of the following Royal Proclamation, issued by His Most Profound Pantomimic and Majestically Merry Mellifluousness, Tumshie, King of Pantomime Land!

He dries his eyes and reads the Proclamation with a strained “posh” accent.

Town Crier “One’s Most Loyal Objects, how’s it going? One’s hairy son...” I think he means “son and heir”? (Shrugs and continues to read) “The Crown Prince Jamie shall be honouring you with a Royal Visit, in the very near future, if not sooner! We shall now be telling you for why he will be visiting. Our Son, having secretly visited every Town and Village in our Kingdom, has decided that he wishes for to Wed a Winsome Woman, from amongst the Luscious Line-up of…” Wait for it, wait for it... “The Kenspeckle Cuties!”

Others Ooh, ever so gosh!

Town Crier “This has come to pass as our Son has come of age... and, anyway, the Queen and One are fed up to the back teeth with him moping around our Castle, banging on about Female Companionship. I tell you, Objects, being a King with an illegible son can fairly put One’s Royal Schedules into a right old mess. Before our Son makes his announcement, he will soon be restituting with the ‘Orrible Sir Phineas Fankle, Bart., Hereditary Baron and Villain of this Parish. Written on his Laptop, this day, the Worst of Octember, Eighteen-Hundred-And-Exit-Stage-Right!”

He Exits. All chatter excitedly, especially the Girls.