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		<title>The Boston Tea Party</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[  &#160; One of the major events that led to the American Revolution was the anger of a group of Boston citizens to the British tax on tea imported to the colonies. THE BOSTON TEA PARTY was a raid by American colonists on British ships in Boston Harbor. It took place on December 16, 1773. [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>One of the major events that led to the American Revolution was the anger of a group of Boston citizens to the British tax on tea imported to the colonies.</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong>THE BOSTON TEA PARTY was a raid by American colonists on British ships in Boston Harbor. It took place on December 16, 1773. A group of citizens disguised as Indians, armed with tomahawks threw the contents of 342 chests of tea into the bay in retaliation over a tax which had been placed by the British Parliament on tea coming into the colonies. The colonists called town meetings and came up with resolutions to stop the importation.</strong></span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Samuel Adams</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 4 </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 5</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 6</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 7</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 8</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 9</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 10</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 11</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 12</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 13</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Colonist 14</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Crew 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Crew 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Crew 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Captain</strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian 4</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian 5</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian 6</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Crowd</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Scene 1 – At the Old South Church</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>- Lights Off -</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Only the voice of the narrator is heard)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Narrator:</span>  It was a cold rainy day, on December 16, 1773, when thousands of angry colonists gathered at the Old South Church, in Boston, Massachusetts.  It was the first step toward freedom of our great nation, the United States of America.    </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>- Lights On -</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Samuel Adams is standing in the middle of the room/stage surrounded by the colonists)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Samuel Adams:</span>  Friends!  Countrymen!  Old England and crazy King George III, are asking for taxes on our favorite drink…tea!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 1: </span> Why do we have to pay taxes to that old and fat England which is thousands of miles away?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 2: </span> That’s ridiculous! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 3: </span> We need to do something about this!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 4:</span>  England has never done anything for us…and now they want to take our money!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 5:</span>  Everything is taxed!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crowd:</span>  No more taxes!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 6: </span> Sugar is taxed…newspapers are taxed…</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 7:</span>  If we allow more taxes, they will take all our money without giving us anything in return.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 8:</span>  I can’t afford to pay that ridiculous amount of taxes!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 9:</span>  Me neither…I have a family to support!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 10: </span> It’s not fair!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 11:</span>  We need to take action!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 12: </span> I think it’s best if the ships go back to Britain with their tea!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 13: </span> And it’s not about the money…it’s the fact that a distant country is trying to control our colonies.  We are free men!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Samuel Adams:</span>  The tea on British ships must not land on American soil…because if it does…a tax would be due upon it!  We must destroy the tea!   Are you with me?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crowd:</span>  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>(Indians 1 -6 walk down the center aisle of the room and stand beside Samuel Adams)</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6:</span>  We are the Sons of Liberty!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Colonist 14: </span> Tonight the Boston Harbor will be an enormous teapot!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>-  Lights Off -</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Only the voice of the narrator is heard)</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Narrador: </span> The crowd, the colonists, and some leaders and businessmen disguised as Mohawk Indians went to Boston’s deck to board the ships that were loaded with tea.  Tonight they would do something that would change the history of our country.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Scene 2 –  In the Ship</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Only the voice of the narrator is heard)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Narrator: </span> The British crew was sleeping, when suddenly they heard a loud noise.  One of the crew members woke up, and saw the Indians climbing aboard the ship.</strong></p>
<p><strong>-Lights On -</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crewman 1:</span>  Wake up!  Wake up!  The Indians are aboard the ship!  They are stealing the tea! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crewman 2:</span>  Come on…we are very tired!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crewman 1:</span>  I’m telling you!  The Indians are here!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crewman 3:</span>  Indians? …Let’s stop them!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Crew members walk toward the Indians)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 1:</span>  Throw all the tea boxes into the sea!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 2:</span>  I hate this tea…don’t leave any box aboard the ship!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 3: </span> British must know that we are against them!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 4: </span> Let’s hurry up!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 5: </span> Just the tea remember…we are not to damage anything else!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 6:</span>  We are almost finished!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Indians see the crew members)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 1:</span>  The redcoats are here!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Captain:</span>  Stop it!  On behalf of the King…you are under arrest!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Crewman 4:</span>  This is a ship from the England Royal Navy.  You must be loyal to the King, and you should obey the laws of England!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 1: </span> We will not obey those laws…we live in a free country!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 2: </span> Let’s abandon the ship.  Our mission is accomplished…all the tea is in the water!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Indians leave the ship)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Author:  K I D S I N C O</strong></p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 16:05:37 +0000</pubDate>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>(This script was edited by Kidsinco based on our original script <a href="http://www.kidsinco.com/2011/03/my-nightmare/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0000ff;">“My Nightmare”<span style="color: #000000;">.) </span></span></a></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Mother</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Jackie – Daughter</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Voice of Monster</em></strong></p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Props:  Bed, night table, blanket, </em>©<em>Monster Vanishing Spray.</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Jackie lies in her bed with her eyes closed, and covered with a blanket.  She’s having a nightmare.  She moves frantically and starts to talk)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span> No!… please, no!.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Voice of Monster:</span> Ha, ha, ha, ha.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span> Why are you always chasing me!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Voice of Monster:</span> Ha, ha, ha, ha.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span> Stop it, please!  Go away…  Noooo….  Don’t get near me!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Jackie’s mother enters with a bottle of  </em>©<em>Monster Vanishing Spray, then</em> s<em>he sits on the bed, and tries to wake her up)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span> Jackie!  Jackie!  Wake-up!  It’s all a dream!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Jackie opens her eyes.  She hugs her mother)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span> Oh, mother…. It’s was terrible!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span> Calm down, sweety.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span> Why do I keep having the same dream every night?  Why?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span> Do you want to talk about it?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span> Well… there’s a terrible monster chasing me throughout a big haunted house… then he grabs me and….Oh, no, I can’t…. it’s terrible…when I try to escape, he… oh, mother, I can’t.  I don’t want to remember!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  You don’t have to be scared anymore…I’ll spray you all over with the Monster Vanishing Spray…you will relax , and it will help you fall asleep!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie: </span> Will the monster in my dream go away?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  Sure!  The potion will get rid of  the monster…fast!  <em>(she sprays Jackie and her pillow with the Monster Vanishing Spray)</em>.  Now, close your eyes and say three times the magic words.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie: </span> <em>(closing her eyes, in a soft voice)</em> Monsters away…Monsters away…Monsters aways <em>(opens her eyes)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  He’s gone!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Jackie:</span>  Thanks mommy!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  <em>(kisses Jackie on her cheek)</em> Sweet dreams!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother leaves the bottle in the night table, and leaves the room)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
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		<title>Believe in Yourself</title>
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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>&#8220;Believe in Yourself &#8220;  was written and sent to Kidsinco by 11-year old Mariah Rivera from the U.S.   This script may not be republished in any other website or blog without the written consent of the author. </strong></span></p>
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<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Selena</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Mother</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Mrs. Barnes</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cristina</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Nataly</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Samantha</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Justin  </em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I – AT SCHOOL</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Nataly, Cristina and Samantha walk by Selena and see her practicing on projection and feeling, they look at Selena, then each other and start to bust out laughing)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">NATALY:</span> Hahaha, are you seriously practicing for that audition?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SAMANTHA:</span> I bet you aren’t even getting the part anyway, hahaha!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">CRISTINA:</span> Yeah, that’s right…because Nataly’s trying out for the part of Juliet!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> Hey! Yes I am, and I’m auditioning for the role of Juliet too.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">NATALY:</span> You can audition for any part you want, but I’m just letting you know now, don’t get your hopes up because I’m getting the role of Juliet.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mrs. Barnes sees Nataly, Samantha and Cristina around Selena and assumes that problems are building up)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MRS. BARNES:</span>  Whoa, Whoa!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mrs. Barnes separates the three girls away from Selena)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span>  <em>(Looking at the girls walking away &#8211; angry)</em>  How do you know that, huh! I’m going to get the role of Juliet … you’ll see!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act II – AT HOME</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother sees the depressed mood that Selena is in)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MOTHER:</span> What’s wrong honey?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA: </span> <em>(Trying to hide her depression from Mother)</em> Ugh … nothing Mother… I’m fine!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MOTHER:</span> Please Selena, tell me the truth, I don’t like seeing you depressed.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> <em>(Shouting, but not angry)  </em>I told you that I’m fine… why don’t you believe me!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Selena runs up the stairs and goes to her room to sit on her bed.  When she gets there Justin is standing at the room door)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span>  <em>(Sees her brother standing at the door)</em> Ugh, didn’t I tell you, literally, one thousand times that I don’t want you in my room?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">JUSTIN:</span>  <em>(Walks into Selena’s room and sits next to her)</em> Come on now … tell me, what’s the matter?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span>  <em>(Sighs)</em>  Do you know those three girls? Nataly, Samantha and Cristina… You do, right?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">JUSTIN:</span> Yeah, I do. Those three mean girls at school.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> Yeah, Today while I was practicing for the school audition, they said that I won’t get the role of Juliet, and all the type of stuff that would discourage me.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">JUSTIN:</span>  <em>(Sighs)</em>  Look, Selena. You are the greatest actress I’ve ever seen. Don’t let them make you believe that you don’t have potential.  You have to believe in yourself, no matter what everyone else tells you. I’m sure you’ll get the role of Juliet.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span>  <em>(Smiles)</em>  Thank you for the advice <em>…  (she gasps)</em>  that reminds me! The audition is tomorrow!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">JUSTIN:</span> Okay, don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Now get your rest and go to sleep. Good Night.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Selena goes to sleep and Justin leaves the room)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act III – THE AUDITION</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Selena arrives and Nataly, Samantha and Cristina are already there)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MRS. BARNES:</span> Okay the first person up is … Selena.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Selena runs up to the stage)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MRS. BARNES:</span> You’re auditioning for the role of  <em>(she looks through a pile of scripts)</em> Juliet right?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> Yeah.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mrs. Barnes hands a script to Selena.  Selena clears her throat, starts to read the script and acting out the part)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span><em>  It’s only your name that is my enemy;</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>You are yourself, not even a Montague.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>What&#8217;s “Montague?” It is not a hand, or a foot,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Or an arm, or a face, or any other part</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>What&#8217;s in a name? that which we call a rose</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Would smell as sweet if it had any other name.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>So Romeo, if he wasn’t called “Romeo,” would</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Retain that dear perfection which he has</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Without that title. Romeo, throw your name away;</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>And for that name, which isn’t part of you,</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Take all of me.</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MRS. BARNES:</span>  <em>(clapping)</em>  Wow, you really have potential! I’m really proud of you!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Nataly grunts and marches out of the auditorium)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MRS. BARNES:</span> Guess that leaves us with no other Juliet but you! Congratulations!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> Wow! Thank you so much!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother and Justin show up smiling and immediately giving Selena hugs)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">JUSTIN AND MOTHER:</span> We knew you had it in you!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> Thanks for helping me believe, Justin!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">JUSTIN:</span> You’re very welcome Selena!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span>  Thanks for caring Mother. I’m sorry I shouted at you.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MOTHER:</span> Oh honey, its fine.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">SELENA:</span> Thanks, you guys… I’ll never stop believing!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">MOTHER AND JUSTIN:</span> We love you!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Characters:   Sun Moon Wind Uncle Thunder Aunt Lightning Mother Star Crowd &#160; SCRIPT: &#160; Act I – At the Sky&#8217;s Home &#160; (In the kitchen: Sun, Wind, and Mother Star are eating.  Moon enters and kisses Mother Star on the cheek, then she sits to eat)   Moon:   (to Mother Star) How do [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Wind-Sun-Moon-Star.jpg"><img class="size-large wp-image-5450 aligncenter" title="Wind, Sun, Moon, Star" src="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Wind-Sun-Moon-Star-1024x685.jpg" alt="" width="431" height="288" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sun</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Moon</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Wind</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Uncle Thunder</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Aunt Lightning</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Mother Star</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Crowd</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I – At the Sky&#8217;s Home</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(In the kitchen: Sun, Wind, and Mother Star are eating.  Moon enters and kisses Mother Star on the cheek, then she sits to eat) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:  </span> <em>(to Mother Star)</em> How do you feel today, mother?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> <em>(sad)</em>  Not too well, my dear.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  Do you still feel dizzy?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span>  Just a little.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon: </span> Did you take your medication?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> Yes, I did.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  Good…as soon as you finish eating, I want you to lie down and rest.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> No, my dear…I have to wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and do the laundry.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon: </span> Mother…you’re sick…I’ll take care of everything…don’t worry.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span>  Alright… alright…  I’ll do whatever you say.  <em>(She covers her head with her hands)</em>  Oh, my…I forgot to tell you something!  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind: </span> What is it?</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> Uncle Thunder and Aunt Lightning called this morning to invite us to their wedding anniversary celebration…and that’s tonight!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  Tonight?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> That sounds terrific!  I really need to go out and have fun…I’ve been working too many hours!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind:</span>  Me too…  I’m really exhausted with all those wind storms!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  I will not go.  I’ll stay here and take care of mom.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span>  Of course not…that is out of the question!  This is a very special day for your uncle and aunt, and you have to be there to celebrate.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> <em>(smiling) </em>I agree with you, mother.   </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind:</span>  Me too!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> Fine&#8230;the three of you will go to the party…the Sky family has to join in the celebration!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  But…mother.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> I’m going to my room …I’ll see you tonight after the party.  Have fun!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun, Wind, and Moon: </span> Thanks, mom.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon: </span> I hope you feel better.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother Star leaves.  Sun, Wind, and Moon keep eating) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Act II – At the Party</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Music plays.  Sun, Wind, and Moon sit at a table.  Moon has a purse in her lap.  </em><em>Uncle Thunder and Aunt Lightning enter) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Aunt Lightning:</span> Oh, I’m so happy you came to celebrate with us!  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Uncle Thunder: </span> Where’s my sister?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  Oh, uncle, my mom could not come because she’s sick.  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Aunt Lightning:</span>  Poor Star.    </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span> She said she’s sorry for not coming. </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Uncle Thunder: </span> Tomorrow morning we’ll go see her.  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Aunt Lightning:</span>  Well, keep enjoying the party…dance and eat a lot!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind:</span>  We’ll do just that!</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>(Uncle Thunder and Aunt Lightning leave and start to dance.  A waiter serves the food) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span>  <em>(starts to eat) </em>Everything is so delicious!  I can’t wait to eat these snacks…they look so yummy!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind:</span>  <em>(starts to eat)</em>  Don’t eat so much…we need to save room for dessert!  <em>(to Moon)</em>  Sister, why haven’t you eaten?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon: </span> I can’t…I’m worried about mom.  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun:</span>  She asked us to have fun…and that’s what we’re doing!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Moon takes some food, puts it in a napkin, and inside her purse) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind: </span> Everything is so delicious!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun:</span>  <em>(to Moon)</em>  Eat sister…eat. </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The waiter serves the dessert)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind:</span> <em>(starts to eat)</em>  Mmmm…strawberry short cake…I love it!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> <em>(starts to eat)</em>  Lemon cheesecake…it’s exquisite!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Moon takes some dessert, puts it in a napkin, and inside her purse)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind: </span> <em>(to Moon) </em>Sister!  You ate your dessert quite fast!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  I know…it was so good!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> See…we came to eat and have fun.  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon: </span> You’re right…but it’s getting late, and mom is waiting for us.  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind: </span> <em>(yawning)</em>  You’re right…I’m sleeping!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> Let’s go… I’m full and tired. </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sun, Wind, and Moon stand up and leave) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Act III – At the Sky&#8217;s Home</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sun, Wind, and Moon are in her mother’s bedroom.  She’s lying in bed)   </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon: </span> How do you feel, mom?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span>  I feel much better, my dear.  How was the party?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind: </span> It was great!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> Did you have fun?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> Sure we did!  I danced a lot…even my feet hurt!   </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> Did you bring me something to eat?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun: </span> Come on, mom.  I went to the party to have fun with my friends…not to bring you food!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> <em>(to Wind)</em>  What about you?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind: </span> Me neither.  The food was so delicious…that I ate it all!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span>  <em>(sad)</em> So&#8230;you didn’t bring me anything?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Wind:</span>  No.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:  </span><em>(to her mother)</em> But don’t you worry…Look what I brought you<em>!  (Moon opens her purse, takes out the food, and gives it to her mother)</em> Eat mother…the food is really good…it will make you feel better!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> Oh… thank you, my dear daughter…but I’m furious with your brothers…they deserve to be punished!  <em>(to Sun)</em>  Son, you forgot about me…you only thought about yourself…</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sun interrupts her)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun:</span>  Mom, you told us to have fun!   </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span> But you didn’t think about me…that I was here all alone and sick…I’ll put a curse on you.  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun:</span>  Mom, I’m your son…how can you put a curse on me?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star: </span><em>(angry)</em> From now on, your rays will be hot and scorching, and will burn all that they touch. And people will hate you, and cover their heads when you appear.  Your heat will be unbearable!  <em>(to Wind)</em> And you…who only thought about eating, from now on, you will always blow in the hot dry weather, and will parch and wither all living things. And  people will also hate you and avoid you&#8230; starting today!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sun</span><em><span style="color: #ff0000;">: </span> (sad)</em> Will you forgive us someday?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span>   No, you have been very selfish!  And now leave…I don’t want to see you anymore.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sun and Wind leave)  </em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother Star:</span> <em>(to Moon) </em>My dear daughter…you remembered your mother.  Thank you for sharing your food with me…that’s why I give you my blessing…from now on you will be cool, and calm, and bright.  Your rays will be pure, and will not harm anybody.  People will love you, and they will always called you “blessed”.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Moon:</span>  Thank you mother…I love you.  </strong></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#8220;My Dino Pet &#8220;  was written and sent to Kidsinco by 12-year old Evodio Vargas Castaneda, from Mexico.   This script may not be republished in any other website or blog without the written consent of the author. &#160; Characters: Harry Thomas Katy Man Mom Doctor Dinosaur (no dialogues) &#160; SCRIPT: &#160; Act I [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">&#8220;My Dino Pet &#8220;  was written and sent to Kidsinco by 12-year old Evodio Vargas Castaneda, from Mexico.   This script may not be republished in any other website or blog without the written consent of the author.</span><br />
</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Harry</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Thomas </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Katy</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Man</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Mom</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Doctor</em></strong></p>
<p><em><strong>Dinosaur (no dialogues)</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I -  In the Street</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Harry, Thomas, and Katy walk home from school.  They pass by an old building.  Katy stops and looks through a window)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Come on Katy…I’m hungry!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> I have a lot of homework!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> I have always wanted to enter this old building.  I’m sure there are ghosts in there!</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> I’m sure there are mice in there!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> I’m sure there’s nothing in there!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  I’m sure you are both scared!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> I’m not scared…I’m twelve!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Neither am I… I’m thirteen!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Fine…then let’s see what’s inside… and I’m ten!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> <em>(opens the door)</em>  Be my guest!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Katy, Harry, and Thomas enter.  They look around) </em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> This place is so old…and it stinks!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(There’s a strange  noise)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Shhhh quiet you two… did you hear that?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> <em>(looks up)</em> Yeah…the noise is coming from the roof!  Maybe there’s someone up there watching us!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  You’re Harry Scary! Ha, ha, ha, ha.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> We should leave…it’s getting late.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  Grow up Harry!</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Herny:</span>  This was a very bad idea!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(There’s a big cage in the middle of the room.  It is covered with a big black cloth)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Oh! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> I’m sure there are ghosts trapped in that cage! Ha, ha, ha, ha.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> That’s not funny!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Are you getting scared now?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Leave her alone… and let’s get out of here!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> I’m not leaving until I see what’s inside that cage…<em>(she pulls out the cloth) </em>Voala!</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>(They look surprised)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry, Thomas, Katy:</span> Holy guacamole! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas and Katy</span>:  What’s that?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> I think…I think…I think it’s a dinosaur!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  A dinosaur?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  What is he doing here?  I mean… weren’t dinosaurs extinct millions of years ago?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Who cares!  We have one just in front of us!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> He’s so cute!  I’ll let him out!  <em>(she opens the cage door)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas and Harry:</span>  Nooooo!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The dinosaur gets out of the cage)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span> <em>(hides behind Harry)</em>  Harry!  I’m afraid…he will eat us!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  Who’s afraid now?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> <em>(touches the dinosaur)</em> He will not eat us…so, calm down.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> How do you know?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Because I’ve IN class…not only to school…like some people do!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> There we go again…the nerd is talking!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> For your information, dear brother and sister…this is an Ankylosaurus!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> A what? … Oh, sure, I knew it the minute I saw him! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> And the minute he saw us, he knew we were his dinner!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> You don’t have to worry.  He is herbivore.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  What is herbivore?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> It means that he eats plants!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  Uffff… I’m glad I’m not a plant!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Did you know that Ankylosaurus weighted about four tons!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  Fortunately, this is a baby dinosaur.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Wow!  Look at those big teeth!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> How come he doesn’t have pointed teeth? </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  That’s because plant-eater dinosaurs had flat teeth…while meat-eater dinosaurs had pointed sharp teeth.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Like the T-Rex!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  That’s right!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  Mmmm…I have an idea…and I mean… a very good idea….you will like it…I’m sure of that…besides….</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  What is it?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span> How about if we take him home?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  <em>(thinking)</em>  Home….yes…he’ll be our dino pet…but…how are we going to feed him?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Let’s not worry about that right now.  <em>(to Harry)</em> So…what do you think, Harry?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry</span>:  Mmmm.  I know we shouldn’t…but I really like him.   He has the bluest eyes I have ever seen! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  <em>(looks carefully at the dinosaur)</em> Wow!  They are really beautiful!  I didn’t know dinosaurs had blue eyes…</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:  </span> Helloooo you two!   How will we get him out?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Let’s  cover him with the cloth …people will think it’s a very big dog!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Do dogs have two big spikes sticking out of his head, like he does? </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Well no&#8230; but…who cares?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Let’s do it!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  Mmmm…ok…just wait!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  Now what?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  I’ll call him Peter!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Mmmm…Peter?… Not bad.   Let’s get out of here… now!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Harry, Thomas, and Katy cover the dinosaur with the black cloth.  They leave the building, and walk home.  They stop to cross the street.  A man approaches them)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man:</span> What do you have in there?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> It’s our dog, sir.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  Yes… he’s sick…that’s why we have him all covered up.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man:</span>  Oh, poor doggy…  can I take a look at him!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas, Harry, and Katy: </span> Noooo!  He might bite you!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(the man uncovers the dinosaur)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man: </span> Oh my God!  What kind of dog is this?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> You don’t want to know!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man:</span>  Oh, yes I do!&#8230;I could make a fortune…and you could make some money with this …strange…cloned…mutated dog!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> What do you mean? <em>(The man takes out a business card and gives it to Katy.  She read it aloud)  </em>B &#8211; Brothers?  What’s B &#8211; Brothers?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man:</span>  My two older brothers and I own a zoo…and we really need a different kind of animal…and your…dog…is just perfect!  Are you interested in selling it to me? </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  No, sir…Peter is not for sale.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man: </span> I can give you right now one thousand dollars!  What do you say?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  <em>(to Thomas and Harry)  </em>What do you think?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> One thousand dollars is a lot of money.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> I don’t know…I mean…I really want him with me.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  <em>(whispering to Thomas and Harry</em>)   It’s not ours anyway…we found it…remember… besides… with all that money, we can buy all the pets we want.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> Mom and dad wouldn’t want him home…So, fine, sir.,. we have decided it to sell our…dog.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  We?  Thomas, I think you’re are making a big mistake.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man: </span> Great!  <em>(he takes out his wallet from his pocket, and gives Thomas the money). </em>Fine kids, I must go!  <em>(The man crosses the street and walks away from Thomas, Harry, and Katy)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  <em>(shouting)</em> Hey wait…sir!  Where’s your zoo.?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Man: </span> <em>(shouting) </em> What zoo?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> (<em>shouting)</em>  He lied to us!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry</span>:  I’m getting Peter back!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> No, Harry!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Harry crosses the street.  He sees a car coming, and  falls to the ground)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Act II – In the Hospital</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>(Harry is lying in bed.  His mother and the doctor are beside him)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> <em>(opens his eyes</em>)  Mom?  Is that you?</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> <em>(hugs Harry)</em> Oh, Harry…you’re finally awake!</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span> Where am I?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Doctor:</span>  You’re in the hospital.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Oh, I remember…it was that car…I swear mom…I didn’t see it…I know I should had been more careful.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> What car are you talking about?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Doctor:</span>  <em>(to Harry)</em>  Fortunately, you only suffered minor injuries.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  Thomas and Katy are fine too…they only have small bruises  and cuts.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Doctor: </span> But nothing serious.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> I don’t understand. </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  Part of that old building collapsed.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Old building?&#8230;Peter!  Where’s Peter?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> Peter who?  Oh, please, Harry…don’t tell me there was someone else with you three!  </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> Mom… I’m so confused!  Tell me what happened!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> Today after school, you, Thomas, and Katy entered the old building on Pine Street…some of the neighbors saw you coming in.  They said they heard a loud noise, and then part of the building collapsed while you were inside…then they called 911… and here we are.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> <em>(sad)</em>  So…it was all a dream…and Peter was part of it.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Doctor:</span>  Would you like to tell us who Peter is?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry: </span> He was my dino pet.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  Oh Harry… we have a surprise for you at home!  <em>(to doctor)</em>  When can we leave doctor?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Doctor:</span>  As soon as you sign out the release papers…please come with me to my office.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> Sure, doctor.  <em>(to Harry)</em>  I’ll be right back.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother and Doctor leave)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act II – At Home</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother, Thomas, Katy, and Harry enter the house)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> Stay right here!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Mother leaves.  She comes back with a dog covered with a black cloth)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas:</span>  What’s that you’re hiding, mom?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  It’s a surprise for you all!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> I think I know what it is.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  Me too!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy:</span>  Can I look?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> Sure!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy</span>:<em> ( uncovers the dog) </em>Voala!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas, Harry, and Katy</span>:  <em>(surprised)</em>  Ahhhh!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother:</span>  I knew you would like him!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Mother: </span> <em>(to Harry)</em> You can hold it…it won’t bite you.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span><em> (holds a dog, and looks at him closely)</em> I like him…he has the bluest eyes I have ever seen! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy: </span> Wow!  They are really beautiful!  I didn’t know dogs could have blue eyes.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Thomas: </span> How should we call him?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Harry:</span>  We’ll call him Peter?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Katy and Thomas:</span>  Welcome home…Peter!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Characters: Girl 1 Girl 2 Girl 3 Girl 4 Arachne/Old Woman Athena &#160; Props:  Knitters, yarn, cloths or tapestries, two chairs in the middle of stage. &#160; Costumes:  The girls wear long white dresses and tiaras.  Arachne wears a long black dress, a long black wig,  a big spider placed on her back. Athena [...]]]></description>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>Characters:</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Girl 1</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Girl 2</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Girl 3</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Girl 4</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Arachne/Old Woman</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Athena</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>Props:  Knitters, yarn, cloths or tapestries, two chairs in the middle of stage.</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>Costumes:  The girls wear long white dresses and tiaras.  Arachne wears a long black dress, a long black wig,  a big spider placed on her back. Athena wears a long white dress and a tiara, and a long robe with hood)</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I – At Mount Olympus</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Girl 1, 2, 3, and 4 are on the right side of stage/room sitting on the</em> <em>floor talking.  Arachne is weaving on the left side of stage/room).</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 1: </span> <em>(to Girl 2)</em>  What are you looking at?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 2:</span>  <em>(pointing to Arachne) </em> I’m watching the way she knits… look at her!. She’s weaving a beautiful tapestry.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 3: </span> Arachne is beautiful and talented… but she’s so vain and arrogant.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 4: </span> I heard she weaves better than Athena!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Athena enters)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena</span><em><span style="color: #ff0000;">:</span>  (angry)</em> That’s nonsense!  Who is that girl you’re talking about?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 1: </span> She’s the daughter of a wool dyer, and she’s well known for her work.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena: </span> Mmmm… so I believe she’s a poor and simple girl!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 2: </span> Yes, she is…but people from all around come to see the beautiful pictures she weaves into her cloth.  They are impressed by her talent!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 3.</span>  I wonder how a mortal can weave so beautifully!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena: </span> <em>(leaving furiously)</em> We’ll see about that!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 2: </span> Let’s go see her. </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Girl 1, 2, 3, and 4 stand, and approach Arachne.  They stand behind her admiring her work)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 1: </span> You are a very good weaver and spinner!  Were you blessed by Athena with her gift of weaving?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Arachne: </span> Of course not!  I learned to weave all by myself.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 2:</span>  Well…you weave as beautiful as Athena does.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Arachne:</span>  <em>(stands up) </em> There’s no one in the world that can weave as beautiful as me!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 3:</span>  You can’t compare yourself to Athena… she’s the goddess of the skills and crafts!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Arachne:</span>  I can compare myself to Athena…and win her with ease!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Arachne sits, and keeps on weaving.  Athena disguised as an Old Woman enters. She wears a long robe covering her head and tiara. She walks slowly and approaches Arachne)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Old Woman: </span> My dear…I’ll give you an advise.  Don’t ever mess up with a goddess.  No moral can compete against Athena… take back your words and ask for forgiveness.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Arachne stands up)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Arachne: </span> I don’t need your advise!  I know I can beat her…besides…if Athena really dares… why isn’t she here to compete against me?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena:</span> <em>(uncovering her head)</em>  We’ll see who can create the most beautiful tapestry…let’s compete!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 1: </span> She’s here!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Girl 1, 2, 3, and 4 kneel down frightened and cover their mouths when they see Athena)</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Arachne:</span>  I have been waiting for this moment for a long time!</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>(Athena and Arachne sit on the two chairs and start to weave.  After a few seconds, Athena stands and shows her work.  Girl 1, 2, 3, and 3 clap)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 1: </span> Just beautiful!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 2:</span>  Remarkable!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 3:</span>  Wonderful!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 4: </span> Unbelievable!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Arachne stands)</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Arachne: </span> Ha, ha, ha, ha… That’s your work!  Ha, ha, ha, ha… that’s the best you can do?.<em>.. (showing her work)</em>  Now, look at my beautiful tapestry!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena:</span>  Oh, no!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 1:</span>  It’s a work of art!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 2: </span> It is clearly better than yours, Athena!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 3:</span> That’s the most beautiful tapestry in the world!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Girl 4: </span> Look closely…it’s Zeus… he looks like a bull!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena:</span>  You’re making fun of my father Zeus…the King of Gods!<em>  (furiously destroys the tapestry, and points her finger to Arachne, and casts a spell) </em> Shider Mider turn yourself into a spider!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Arachne makes strong movements with her arms and legs and falls to the floor)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Athena: </span> You want to spin?  Go ahead… and spin forever …I  now give you eternal life!  From now on, you can weave anything you want with your webs, and people will always destroy them…just like I have just destroyed your tapestry!  Ha,  ha, ha, ha.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Chief</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian  Man 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Man 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Man 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Man 4</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Woman 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Woman 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Woman 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Woman 4</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Woman 5</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Indian Woman 6</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowgirl 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowgirl 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowgirl 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sheriff</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sheriff Helper</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowboy 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowboy 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowboy 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cowboy 4</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Tree</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Props:  Map, bundle of dry grass for smoke signals, stones, gold coins, toy arrows, toy guns, indian costumes, cowboy/cowgirl costumes, a big cardboard tree or a boy/girl dressed as a tree.</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I -  At the Indian Reservation</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Indians sit on the floor in a circle. Beside them, there is a dry bundle of grass to make smoke signals, and two stones. The indian chief stands up)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Chief:</span>  Tonight we will attack the white man village! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Woman 1:</span>  Why?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Man 1: </span> Because they stole our land and our cattle!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian  Man 4:</span> <em>(stands up and takes gold coins from her bag/purse)</em>:  Yes…but we also stole their gold.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Man 2: </span> I want revenge!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Woman 2:</span> What about our people?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Woman 3: </span> And our children?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Man 3:</span>  White men don’t deserve our compassion!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Chief:</span>  We have to kill them all!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">All the Indians: </span> Yes!  No mercy!  No mercy!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Indian Woman 2 gives a map to Indian Chief)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Chief: </span> Let’s plan our battle!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(He opens the map, sits, and points to a place in the map.  Indian 4 stands up)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian 4: </span> I’ll build the fire to make war smoke signals! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(He approaches the bundle of dry grass, takes the two stones, and pretends to make a fire)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Act II – At the Cowboy’s Village</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sheriff is in his office. He is sleeping with his feet over the desk, covering his head with his hat.  Cowboy 1, Cowboy 2, and Cowboy 3 are in a table playing cards.  The Sherrif’s Helper</em> <em>enters)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff’s Helper: </span> Sheriff!  Wake up!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sheriff opens his eyes and stands.  Cowboy 1, 2, and 3 leave the cards on the desk and stand)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff: </span> What’s wrong?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff’s Helper: </span> I saw smoke signals… and that means war!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff: </span> That’s impossible! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowboy 1:</span>  But we defeated them a month ago!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowboy 2:</span>  We have to warn our people!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowboy 3: </span> Let’s go… we have to protect them!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowboy 4: </span> <em>(looking at his gun)</em>  Oh no…my gun is broken!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowboy 1, 2, and 3:</span>  So?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowboy 4: </span> I don’t want to die!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Cowboy 1, 2, and 3 hit him on the head)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff: </span> Come on!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sheriff, Sheriff’s Helper, Cowboy 1, Cowboy 2, and Cowboy 3 get out of the office and to the street.  Man and Woman talk to each other.  Sheriff yells)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff: </span> The Indians are coming!  Quick…get your weapons and let’s fight them!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Indians approach.  An arrows falls near the Sheriff, and he picks it up)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff: </span> This is war!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Indians and Cowboys start to fight.  The Indian Chief and the Sheriff stay away from the battle. An Indian and a Cowboy die and fall to the ground)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowgirl 1:</span> <em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  Stop it!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowgirl 2: </span> <em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  I want peace!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowgirl 3:</span>  <em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  I don’t want to fight!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowgirl 4: </span><em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  I don’t want to die!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cowgirl 5: </span><em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  Put away your weapons!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Woman 4:</span> <em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  No more hate!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Woman 5:</span> <em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  Let’s live in peace!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Woman 6: </span> <em>(throwing the gun to the ground)</em>  No more war!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Indian Chief and the Sheriff  approach)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Chief: </span> <em>(to the Indians)</em>  Throw away your arrows!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff: </span> <em>(to the Cowboys)</em>  Throw away your guns!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Indian Chief takes an arrow and a gun.  Indian Woman 6 takes off a white ribbon from her dress, and ties together the arrow and the gun.  The Indian Chief and the Sheriff take them in their hands and head toward a big tree.  Indian 2 and Cowboy 1 pretend to dig a hole under the tree.  Indian Chief and Sheriff place the weapons in the hole)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sheriff:</span>  From now on, we will be one family.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Indian Chief: </span> We will be one body, one heart, and one soul.  Nothing will destroy us!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Indians and Cowboys join hands)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>The End</strong></p>
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		<title>Cristopher Columbus Discovery</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 23:50:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Characters:   Kid 1 Kid 2 Kid 3 Kid 4 Kid 5 Kid 6 Kid 7 Kid 8 Kid 9 Kid 10 King Ferdinand Queen Isabella Cristopher Columbus Sailor 1 Sailor 2 Sailor 3 Sailor 4 Sailor 5 Sailor 6   Props:  Two chairs, chest with jewels, three cardboard ships.   SCRIPT: &#160; (- Lights [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><strong><a href="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Cristopher-Columbus.png"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5280" title="Cristopher Columbus" src="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Cristopher-Columbus.png" alt="" width="300" height="174" /></a></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 4</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 5</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 6</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 7</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 8</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 9</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Kid 10</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>King Ferdinand</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Queen Isabella</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Cristopher Columbus</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sailor 1</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sailor 2</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sailor 3</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sailor 4</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sailor 5</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Sailor 6</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Props:  Two chairs, chest with jewels, three cardboard ships.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(- Lights On &#8211; Kids 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 stand on the left side of the room/stage.  Kids 7, 8, 9, 10 stand on the right side of the room/stage. King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella  sit on their thrones in the middle of the room/stage.  There is a chest full of jewels on the floor)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 1: </span> It was a long, long time ago.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> How long?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 2: </span> More than five hundred years ago.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> Ohhh!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 3:</span>  It was the year 1492 when an Italian Spanish navigator.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 4: </span> Sailed across the ocean blue.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> Why?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 5: </span> Because since he was a child he was interested in the sky and sea.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 6: </span> He liked ships and love to sail.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 1:</span>  Who was this man?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> Christoper Columbus!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 2:</span>  Let me tell you his story.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(- Lights Off -  Cristopher Columbus enters, and stands in the middle of the room in front of  King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella and facing the audience – Lights On)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 2: </span> Columbus knew that the earth was round, not flat.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> Round not flat!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 3:</span>  He decided to talk to the Catholic Monarchs, Queen Isabella I of Castile and King Ferdinand II of Aragon.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> From Spain.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Cristopher Columbus turns around)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus: </span> Your magesties… I know that the earth is round, and I know I can reach a shorter route to the Indies.  Please, help me.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> Please, please, please.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">King Ferdinand: </span> No!  We don’t have money, and we think you’re lying.  Besides, there are monsters in the sea.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10:</span>  Oh!  Monsters in the sea!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Queen Isabella: </span> I’m sorry.  We can not help you.  Your trip will be very expensive.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Cristopher Columbus turns around and faces the audience, then he leaves)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 4:</span> Columbus left the King and Queen, but kept thinking about his dream of finding a shorter route to the Indies, and went to see the King of Portugal.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10:</span>  But he did not believe in his project.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>CRISTOPHER COLUMBUS SINGS:</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Who will help me?</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Cross the sea</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>To where </strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>I have never been<br />
</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>And find and reach the Indies.</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 5: </span> Years later, Columbus came back to Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Christoper Columbus enters and stands in front of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus: </span> Your magesties… I know you trust me…please help me sail the sea.  I will claim the land for you… for Spain!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Queen Isabella: </span> What do you need?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus:</span>  I need money to buy some ships.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>QUEEN ISABELLA  SINGS:</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Oh, my King, you&#8217;re so kind</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Oh, my King, you have power</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>I come to you</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>To ask for money</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>to buy some ships</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>for a sailor</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>I&#8217;ve just met.</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>( The Queen takes the chest of jewels and gives it to Cristopher Columbus)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Queen Isabella: </span> Take my jewels, go and buy some ships, and conquer your dream…for Castile’s glory!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Cristopher Columbus takes the chest of jewels).</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">King Ferdinand: </span> We now give you the name of Admiral of the Ocean Sea.</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus:</span> <em>(puts his right hand on his chest)  </em>I’ll sail away, and I’ll conquer new lands and treasures for Castile and Leon!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Cristopher Columbus leaves taking the chest of jewels. &#8211; Light Off &#8211; The King and Queen leave.  Sailors  and Cristopher Columbus enter and stand in the middle of the room/stage where there are three ships– Lights On -)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus:</span>  <em>(to Sailors)</em>  Come with me to the Indies.  We will sail on this three ships:  The Nina, The Pinta, and the Santa Maria.</strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailors: </span> Yes! We’ll go with you!  We don’t care if we sail to new lands!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>SAILORS SING:</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We are free!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Facing the Sun</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We are free!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We don&#8217;t mind</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>If we sail to the Indies</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>As long as</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We are free!</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Sailors get on the ships)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> A ship went sailing on the sea.  Across the world, to you and me.  Went sailing on… so fierlesly!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 6: </span> And who was admiral of the crew?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">kids 7, 8, 9, 10: </span> That sail across the sea so blue?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kid 1: </span> In 1492!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">kids 7, 8, 9, 10:</span>  Cristopher Columbus! </strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1: </span> I’m scared!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 2: </span> I’m thirsty!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailors 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6:</span>  There’s no water to drink!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 3: </span> I’m hungry!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailors 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6:</span> There’s no food to eat.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 4: </span> Admiral… this is not the way!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 5: </span> You’re wrong!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 6:</span>  Let’s go back!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: </span>  Or we will die!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>SAILORS SING:</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Let&#8217;s get him!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Come on sailors!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>If we keep sailing!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We could die!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Columbus, you&#8217;re insane!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>You will never make it!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>You will never reach<br />
</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>The Indies!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus: </span> No!  We’ll we’ll continue our trip!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: </span> We’ve sailed for so long!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1: </span> Look over there!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 2:</span>  It’s a sea monster!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: </span> Ahhhhh!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 3: </span> We will never see land again!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: </span> Look!<br />
</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 4: </span> It’s not a monster!  It’s land!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailor 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: </span> Land!  Land!  Land!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus:</span>  Sailors!  We have reached the Indies!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Sailors 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: </span> Hoorray!  Hoorray!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em><strong>SAILORS SING AND DANCE:</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We always knew,</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We were going to make it,</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Hooray!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We always knew,</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>We were going to succeed!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Hooray!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>You will always remember</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>that we as sailors</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>had a great faith</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>And had courage and loyalty</strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Hooray!</strong></em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Cristopher Columbus and the sailors get off the boats.  Cristopher Columbus kneels down and kisses the ground)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Cristopher Columbus:</span>  <em>(he puts his right hand on his chest)</em> I take this land on behalf of our magesties, the King and Queen of Castile and Leon!  From now on, this land will be known as San Salvador.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>- Lights Off -</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/muerto011.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-5273" title="dead man, man in coffin, man at the morgue, morgue, funeral home, dead man alive, deceased man, day of the dead, " src="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/muerto011-1024x613.jpg" alt="" width="468" height="280" /></a><a href="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/muerto011.jpg"><br />
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Characters:</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Kato</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Iman (Kato’s wife)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Shasa (Kato’s sister)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Morgue Driver</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Morgue Owner</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Morgue Employee</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Police Officer</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SCRIPT:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Act I – At Kato’s Home</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Kato, his wife, and his sister are in the dining room)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span><em>(to Kato)</em> How was work?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> It was terrible!  I feel so stressed out!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> You should try to work less.  Oh, I hate your boss…she makes you work long hours…she’s a witch!  Why don’t you quit, and look for another job?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> He can’t… we have to pay our monthly mortgage payments, or we may lose our home.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span>Oh, sorry…I didn’t know. <em>(looks at Kato)</em> What’s wrong with you?  Are you feeling alright?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Kato, you look pale!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato:</span> <em>(stands up)</em> I’m tired…I’m going to bed…I don’t want to eat.  <em>(to Iman)</em> Give me a pill…I have a terrible headache.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> Sure, dear.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(She stands up, takes a bottle of medicine from the cabinet, and gives a pill to Kato.  Kato takes the pill, then he falls to the floor)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Kato!  Kato!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Shasa stands up and kneels down beside Kato)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> Oh, my God!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Iman slaps Kato)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Kato!  This is not funny!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(She slaps him once again. Shasa checks his pulse, and listens to his heartbeat)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> Iman…I think he’s dead.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> Dead?!  No!  Wake up, my dear!  <em>(slaps Kato and tries to open his eyes)</em> Open your eyes!  Remember the house payments!  You can’t do this to me!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> He’s not breathing…he is completely dead!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> So, he can’t be partially dead…right?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> No…he is totally dead…(<em>she spells the word)</em> d-e-a-d…dead.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> <em>(crying)</em> Kato… what am I going to do without you?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Shasa stands)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> I’ll call the morgue.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> No…call the doctor!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> What for?  The doctor will not bring him to life…he is in heaven now.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Oh, Kato!  I will always love you.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Shasa picks up the phone, dials a number, and talks in a low voice) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> What did they say?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> They’ll be here in five minutes.</strong></p>
<p><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> <em>(to Kato crying)</em> You will never wear your favorite shirt again…you will never have another birthday cake…you will not play baseball anymore… you will never drive your car…you will never…</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Stop it!</strong></p>
<p><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p><strong><em>(The door bell rings)</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> <em> </em>I’ll open the door.<em> (she goes to the door, opens it, and two men enter)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer:  I</span>s this 423 Mandela St.?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span>Yes, it is.</strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employee:</span> We’re from the morgue…we came to collect a body.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> Please, come in…and follow me.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The Driver and the Morgue Employee follow Shasa to the dining room.  They kneel down beside Kato)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver: </span> First, I have to examine him <em>(he checks his pulse, and looks for a heartbeat).</em> There’s nothing.</strong></p>
<p><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p><strong><em>(Iman and Shasa cry louder)</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employee: </span> We’re sorry ladies… we have to take him to the morgue. <em>(He covers Kato with a white sheet, then he and the Morgue Driver put him on a stretcher and leave.  Iman and Shasa hug and cry)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong>Act II – At the Morgue</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Kato is lying on a stretcher in a “refrigerated room”. There are other two more bodies lying on stretchers.  In another room, The Morgue Employer is typing on his computer, and the Morgue Driver is reading the newspaper. Kato opens his eyes) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span>Brrrr…it’s so cold in here.  Iman…please turn off the air conditioner. <em>(He waits for a few minutes)</em> Iman…didn’t you hear me?  <em>(silence)</em> Fine…I’ll do it myself.  <em>(He stands and walks in the room)</em> It’s so dark…I can’t see anything…I’ll turn on the lights.  <em>(He tries to reach the light switch but he can’t find it)</em> Mmmm where’s the switch?  <em>(He looks around in the dark touching objects that seem strange to him.  He touches a foot from one of the bodies)</em> What is this?  It seems like…a foot…a cold foot…but it’s not Iman’s … this is a man’s foot!  Where am I? <em>(He starts to yell)</em> Iman!  Iman!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Morgue Employer stops typing)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer: </span> Did you hear something?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver:</span> <em>(Reading the newspaper)</em> No.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Kato keeps yelling, and tries to open the door)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span>Help!  Help!  Please, somebody help me!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Morgue Driver stands)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver: </span>You were right…I heard something.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer:</span> Shhhh…quiet.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Kato keeps yelling)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato:</span> <em>(pounding on the door)</em> Help!  Get me out of here!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver:</span> My God….I think it’s a ghost!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Morgue Owner enters)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> What’s all that noise!?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver: </span> It wasn’t us chief…the noise is coming from over there.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner:</span> It can be!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Kato keeps yelling and pounding on the door)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver:</span> I told you…it’s a ghost!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer:</span> This place is haunted…I’m getting out of here.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(starts to leave)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver:</span> Me too!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(starts to leave)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> Hey..hey…hey…wait!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer: </span>I’m telling you…there’s no way I’m staying here.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver:</span> Me neither!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span>Come on…don’t be scared!  I’ll call the police!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver: </span> The police?  What for?  You should called the Ghostbusters!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer</span>:  He’s right.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> That’s nonsense…I’ll call the police.  <em>(He picks up the phone, dials a number, talks in a low voice, then he hangs up the phone)</em> They’ll be here in less than a minute.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer: </span> The noise stopped.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> Let’s sit, and calm down. <em>(They sit. Minutes later the door opens. Iman and Shasa enter) </em>Who are you?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer: </span> They are the relatives of the deceased man we brought about an hour ago.</strong></p>
<p><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Driver:</span> We are waiting for the cops to arrive.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Why?  What happened?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> Nothing…don’t worry.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer: </span> There’s a ghost in the back room.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> A ghost?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> Don’t listen to him… what can I do for you?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> We are here to fill out the forms to take my husband’s body to the funeral home.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> Oh yes… please sit down.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(The door opens.  The Police Officer enters)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer:</span> What’s the emergency?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer:</span> There’s a ghost in the other room.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer: </span>Ha, ha, ha…there are no ghosts, gentleman!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner:</span> I think we have one in the refrigerated room.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer: </span>Let’s go take a look.  <em>(he takes out his gun)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner:</span> I’m glad you have your firearm…just in case something wants to fight with us.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer: </span>You want me to shoot a ghost?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> Well…it might work.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Police Officer heads to the Refrigerated Room.  He is followed by Morgue Owner, Morgue Driver, Morgue Employer, Iman, and Shasa. Kato keeps kicking and pounding on the door)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Employer: </span>See…we told you!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Police Officer opens the door.  They see Kato standing near the door)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer:</span> Is this your ghost?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span><em>(hugging him) </em>Oh… Kato…I’m so happy that you’re alive!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato:</span> How on earth did I get here?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> Oh, brother… you’re lucky they put you in the refrigerator … not an incinerator.</strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer: </span> Who is this man?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span>He’s my husband…and he’s alive!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner: </span> I can’t believe it!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> <em>(to Morgue Driver)</em> You said he was dead…I’m going to sue you!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> <em>(to Shasa)</em> You said he was dead…first!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner:</span> <em>(to Police Officer)</em> Thank you officer for coming…we don’t need you anymore.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Police Officer: </span>Next time you think  it’s a ghost…don’t call the police…call the Ghostbusters… their vacum cleaners work a lot better than guns…ha, ha, ha.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Police Officer leaves)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Come on, dear…as soon as we get home I’ll make you a hot cup of tea.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> Yes…it’s been a crazy day!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner:</span> Please, forgive us Mr. Kato.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span>Never mind… I&#8217;m not quite dead …yet!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Iman, Kato, and Shasa leave)</em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Morgue Owner:</span> Uffff….He’s a fortunate man…it’s a good thing he didn&#8217;t wake up in the middle of the autopsy.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Personajes: &#160; Kato Iman (esposa de Kato) Shasa (hermana de Kato) Chofer de la Morgue Propietario de la Morgue Empleado de la Morgue Policía &#160; GUION: &#160; Acto I – En Casa de Kato &#160; (Kato, su esposa, y su hermana están en el comedor) &#160; Iman: (a  Kato) ¿Como te fue en [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/muerto01.jpg"><img class="size-large wp-image-5267 aligncenter" title="Hombre muerto, muerto en ataud, ataud, muerto en funeraria, hombre resucito, resucitado" src="http://www.kidsinco.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/muerto01-1024x613.jpg" alt="" width="437" height="261" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Personajes:</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>Kato</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Iman (esposa de Kato)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Shasa (hermana de Kato)</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Chofer de la Morgue</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Propietario de la Morgue</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Empleado de la Morgue</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Policía</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>GUION:</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Acto I – En Casa de Kato</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Kato, su esposa, y su hermana están en el comedor) </em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span><em>(a  Kato)</em> ¿Como te fue en el trabajo?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> ¡Fue un día terrible!  ¡Me siento muy estresado!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Deberías de trabajar menos.  Odio a tu jefa… te hace trabajar muchas horas…¡Es una bruja!  ¿Por que no renuncias, y te buscas otro trabajo?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> No puede…tenemos que pagar la hipoteca de la casa… si no la perderemos.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Ah, no lo sabía.  <em>(mira a Kato)</em> ¿Que te pasa?  ¿Te sientes bien?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> ¡Kato… te ves muy pálido!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato:</span> <em>(se levanta)</em> Estoy cansado…me voy a dormir…ya no quiero comer.  <em>(a Iman)</em> Dame una pastilla porque me duele mucho la cabeza.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Claro que si, querido.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Iman se levanta, toma una botella de medicina de un gabinete, le da una pastilla y un vaso de agua a Kato.  El se toma la pastilla, y después cae al piso desmayado)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> ¡Kato!  ¡Kato!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Shasa se levanta y se arrodilla a un lado de Kato) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> ¡Dios Mio!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Iman le da una bofetada a Kato)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> ¡Kato!  ¡No te hagas el gracioso!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Iman le da otra bofetada a Kato. Shasa le revisa el pulso, y le escucha los latidos del Corazón) </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Iman…creo que esta muerto.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> ¿Muerto?  ¡No puede ser!  ¡Despiértate! <em>(Le da otra bofetada a Kato y trata de abrirle los ojos</em>)  ¡Abre los ojos!  ¡Recuerda los pagos de la casa!  ¡Tu no puedes hacerme esto!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> No esta respirando.  ¡Esta completamente muerto!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> ¿Entonces… no puede estar parcialmente muerto?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> No…esta totalmente muerto<em>…(deletrea la palabra)</em> m-u-e-r-t-o…muerto.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> <em>(llorando)</em> Kato… ¿Que voy a hacer sin ti?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Shasa se levanta)</em></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Llamaré a la morgue.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> No.  ¡Háblale al doctor!</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> ¿Para que?  El doctor no lo resucitara. Kato ya esta en el cielo.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> ¡Ay, Kato!  Siempre te amaré.</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><em>(Shasa levanta el teléfono, marca un numero, y habla en voz baja) </em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><em><br />
</em></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> ¿Que te dijeron?</strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> Que llegaran aqui en cinco minutos.</strong></p>
<p><strong><br />
</strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> <em>(a Kato llorando) </em> Ya nunca usaras tu camisa favorita…nunca tendrás otro pastel de cumpleaños…nunca jugaras béisbol…nunca volverás a conducir tu carro…nunca…</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa:</span> ¡Por favor…ya cállate!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Tocan a la puerta)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> <em> </em>Yo abriré<em>.  (Se dirige hacia la puerta, la abre, y entran dos hombres) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> ¿Es aquí el 423 de la Calle Mandela?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Si, aquí es.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> Venimos de la morgue a recoger un cadáver.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Por favor, entren…y siganme.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Chofer y el Empleado de la Morgue siguen a Shasa hacia el comedor.  Se arrodillan junto a Kato) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue: </span>Primero tengo que examinarlo  <em>(le revisa el pulso, y los latidos del corazón). </em>No hay nada.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Iman y Shasa lloran mas fuerte)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue: </span> Lo sentimos…tenemos que llevarlo a la morgue.  <em>(Cubre a Kato con una sabana blanca, después el y el Chofer lo colocan en una camilla y salen de escena. </em><em>Iman y Shasa se abrazan y continuan llorando) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong>Acto II – En la Morgue</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Kato esta acostado en una mesa de acero inoxidable en el “Cuarto de Refrigeración”, junto a otros dos cuerpos.   En otra parte, el Empleado de la Morgue esta escribiendo en su computadora, y el Chofer de la Morgue esta leyendo el periódico.  Kato abre los ojos)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> Brrr…aquí hace mucho frío.  Iman…por favor apaga el aire acondicionado.  <em>(el espera unos minutos)</em> Iman…¿No me escuchaste?  <em>(silencio)</em> Bien…lo apagare yo.  <em>(se levanta y camina por el cuarto)</em> Esta muy oscuro…no puedo ver nada…encenderé las luces.  <em>(busca el interruptor de la luz pero no lo encuentra)</em> Mmmm… ¿Donde esta el interruptor?  <em>(trata de ver a su alrededor tocando objetos que le parecen extraños.  Toca un pie de uno de los cuerpos)</em> ¿Que es esto?  Parece …un pie…es un pie muy frío…pero no es el pie de Iman…¡Este es el pie de un hombre! ¿Donde estoy?  <em>(empieza a gritar)</em> ¡Iman!  ¡Iman!.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Empleado de la Morgue deja de escribir en su computadora)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> ¿Escuchaste algo?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue: </span> <em>(Leyendo el periódico)</em> No.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Kato continua gritando, y trata de abrir la puerta) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> ¡Ayúdenme!  ¡Ayúdenme!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Chofer de la Morgue se levanta) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue:</span> Tenias razón…escuche algo.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> Shhhh…cállate, déjame oír.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Kato continua gritando)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> <em>(golpeando la puerta) </em> ¡Ayúdenme!  ¡Sáquenme de aquí!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue: </span> Dios mío&#8230; ¡Creo que es un fantasma!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Propietario de la Morgue entra)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue:</span> ¿¡Que es tanto escandalo!?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue: </span> Nosotros no fuimos, jefe… el ruido viene del cuarto de refrigeración.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue:</span> ¡No puede ser!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Kato continua gritando y golpeando la puerta)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue: </span> Te lo dije…¡Es un fantasma!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue: </span> Este lugar esta embrujado.  ¡Yo me voy de aquí!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Empieza a alejarse)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue:</span> ¡Yo también!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Empieza a alejarse)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> ¡Esperen, no se vayan!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> ¡Yo de ninguna manera me quedo aquí!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue:</span> ¡Yo tampoco!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> ¡No tengan miedo!  Llamare a la policía.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue:</span> ¿Para que llama a la policía?  ¡Debería de llamar a los Cazafantasmas!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> El tiene razón.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue:</span> Esas son tonterías…llamare a la policía.  (<em>Levanta el teléfono,</em> <em>marca un numero, habla en voz baja, y cuelga)</em> Llegaran aquí en unos minutos.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue:</span> Ya no se escucha nada.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Vamos a sentarnos, y a calmarnos.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Minutos después se abre la puerta de la morgue.  Iman y Shasa entran) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue:</span> ¿Y ustedes quienes son?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue: </span> Son los familiares de uno de los cadáveres que acabamos de traer.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Chofer de la Morgue:</span> Estamos esperando a que llegue la policía.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> ¿Por qué?  ¿Qué paso?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Nada…no se preocupen.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue: </span> Hay un fantasma en el cuarto de refrigeración.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> ¿Un fantasma?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> No le hagan caso…¿Que puedo hacer por ustedes?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> Vinimos a hacer los tramites para llevarnos el cuerpo de mi esposo a la funeraria.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span>Ah si…siéntense, por favor.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Se vuelve a abrir la puerta, y entra el Policía)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía:  (</span><em>observa la cara de todos)</em> ¿Cuál es la emergencia?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue: </span> Hay un fantasma aquí en la morgue.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía:</span> Ja, ja, ja…¡Los fantasmas no existen, caballero!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Creo que hay uno en el cuarto de refrigeración.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía: </span>Vamos a ver. <em>(saca un arma) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Me da gusto que traiga un arma…solo en caso de que algo quiera atacarnos.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía: </span> ¿Quiere que le dispare a un fantasma?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Bueno…podría funcionar.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Policía se dirige al cuarto de refrigeración.  Lo siguen el Propietario, el Chofer, el Empleado,, Iman, y Shasa. Kato continua golpeando y pateando la puerta) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Empleado de la Morgue: </span> ¡Escuchen…les dijimos que allí había un fantasma!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Policía abre la puerta, y todos ven a Kato parado cerca de la puerta) </em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía: </span> ¿Este es su fantasma?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman:</span> <em>(abraza a Kato) </em>¡Kato…estas vivo… que alegria!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> ¿Por qué estoy aquí?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span> Ay hermano…tuviste suerte de que te pusieran en el refrigerador…y no en el incinerador.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía: </span> ¿Quien es este hombre?</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span> El es mi esposo.  ¡Y esta vivo!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span>¡No puedo creerlo!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Shasa: </span><em>(al Chofer de la Morgue)</em> Usted dijo que estaba muerto… ¡Lo voy a demandar!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span><em>(a  Shasa)</em> ¡Tu fuiste la primera que dijo que estaba muerto!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span><em>(al Policía)</em> Gracias por venir…ya no lo necesitamos.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Policía: </span> La próxima vez que piensen que es un fantasma…no llamen a la policía…llamen a los Cazafantasmas…sus aspiradoras funcionan mejor que las armas…ja, ja, ja, ja.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(El Policia sale)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Iman: </span>Vámonos querido… tan pronto lleguemos a casa te haré un te caliente para que te relajes.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato:</span> Si.  ¡Ha sido un día de locura!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Señor Kato, le ofrezco una disculpa.</strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Kato: </span> Olvídelo.  ¡No estoy completamente muerto…todavía!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>(Iman, Kato, y Shasa salen)</em></strong></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Propietario de la Morgue: </span> Uffff….que suerte…es un hombre afortunado por no haber despertado mientras le hacia la autopsia.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Fin</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Autor:  K I D S I N C O</strong></p>
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