Part Nineby Kayt, winner of the first SR Plus Play-writing Competition!Alarm: Oh, woe is me!
The Alarm continues to cry up ahead. The Loons come upon it, however, to find it sobbing into its hands.Tanya: *
screams*
Mindy: *
screams*
Buneater: Leave them!
Lady Bathmat: Oush me! Tanya and the Mop have been over-zealous. It is only an alarm, crying.
Zalia: I proclaim this incredibly bad pun well worn out.
Dr. Hoecules: I diagnose you as STILL BACK AT THE CASTLE
Zalia: I proclaim that I am still back at the castle.
Skyhawk: How very zen.
Buneater: As there is no danger, might I have my green bag back?
Queen Skyhawk hands back the bag.Buneater: Thank-ewe.
Skyhawk: It's rather heavy. What's in it?
Buneater: Look! A dramatic development!
Varrator: It's not that dramatic. It's only an interval.
INTERVALZalia: I proclaim this an interval.
Fred: Someone should go to the lobby for more Top Deck.
Clarke: Get your own Top Deck. The stage lights are making my make-up run.
Sir Gallivant: Wot make-up?
Clarke: See. It's all run off already.
Lu: Some of these costumes are appalling? Whose idea was it to put Aixe in green flares and an orange cravat?
Aixe: My green cravat is being drycleaned...
Sir Gallivant: Aha! So that's the extra cravat on my bill!
Aixe: I need it to be clean for your wedding.
Lu: Stop! I demand an end to this malicious lie!
Prince Winblade: I demand an end to the monotreme.
Fred the Seagull: This is all very well, but what about the top-deck?
Dr. Hoecules: No time! The Interval is over!
END INTERVALGally: Cinbin? What was going on?
Cinbin: (
reads notes) There was some speculation about the contents of the Buneater's green bag.
Buneater: Wot green bag?
Cinbin: The one in your hand.
Buneater: Wot hand?
Aixe: Wotever happened to the crying alarm?
Tanya: I turned it into a coconut. It was an irrelevancy.
Mindy: Isn't that the whole point of this journey?
Gally: No! We're supposed to be doing something, or going somewhere. Or something.
Lady Bathmat: Onward, then mutant pineapples (with legs)!
Prince Winblade: Does anyone smell salt?
Lu: Salt doesn't have a smell.
Prince Winblade: Never mind then.
Gally: I can Sea Salt.
Zalia: I proclaim that pun the worst of the play thus far.
Cinbin: You can't proclaim anything. You're not here.
Narrator: But then, they were all struck by a genuine dramatic development!
Loons: Ouch.
To be continued...