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G.E.M.s
Puppet Play Script
Download the Pdf Version: with complete script and music
WANDA
(enters as if coming up stairs, very angry, mumbling to herself)
Stupid soccer! I’m never going back again! I hate it hate it hate it! (looks in mirror) .... and another thing, look at this silly round nose! Everybody else’s nose comes out straight - no wonder they can kick the soccer ball straight - all they have to do is (acting out the nose pointing and kicking) point their looong, straight noses at the goal, lean their looong bodies, swing with their looong legs and whammo off goes the ball right at the net!
(falls backward, knocking something over -crash on the floor)
Ahhh! Everything goes wrong for me! (starts to sob)
TOBY
(voice heard from below)
Wanda? Wanda? Are you o.k. up there? What was that crash I just heard?
Did you break something again?
(enters from below as if coming up stairs)
WANDA
(through her sobs)
Go away! I don’t want to see anybody - especially YOU, you soccer star - score a goal every time guy-just go away!
TOBY
(miffed)
Well, that's a nice way to talk to your brother! See if I help you any more with your kicking.
(starts to leave)
WANDA
I don’t care, I’m not playing soccer ever again.
TOBY
(returning to look at Wanda)
Why not? What’s the matter?
WANDA
I stink at soccer. I can’t kick straight - everybody thinks I’m stupid - my nose is too short
- my body’s too short - my legs are too short - and (Toby cuts her off)
TOBY
Hold on - what’s your nose got to do with playing soccer?
WANDA
I dunno, it’s just another thing that’s wrong with me.
TOBY
(looking in the mirror at his own nose that is the same as Wanda’s)
So what’s wrong with the family nose - we all have it - I like it because it’s different - it’s distinguished!.
WANDA
I don’t care if it’s dis-dis- dis -(frustrated) ahhhhh! - See, I can’t even talk straight! I don’t want to be different, I want to be like everybody else! I want to look like them, be tall like them, play soccer like them, be good at everything like, like ..... you are!
TOBY
Boy, are you out to lunch!
WANDA
Hey!
TOBY
Sorry, that wasn’t very nice was it? All I mean is that you’re missing out on the facts kiddo ...
#1 - I’m NOT good at everything
#2 - You’re not BAD at everything ..... and
#3 - We’re both just the way we’re supposed to be.
WANDA
You mean I’m supposed to be short and no good at soccer?
TOBY
Well you’ll grow taller, maybe not as tall as some people, but taller than others.
(Wanda stretches and stands up taller)
You could get better at soccer if you practise .... (emphasizing) a lot, you’ll probably never be great but you can have fun anyway. (pause) You don’t have to be great at soccer.
WANDA
Why not?
TOBY
Because you have lots of other things that you do really well that other people, like me can’t do.
WANDA
Oh yeah, like what?
TOBY
To start with, I’m a disaster at spelling, you’re younger and you already can help me correct my work. You just have the gift of spelling.
WANDA
(getting excited)
Yes, I do, don’t I!
TOBY
Uh huh, and how about singing? You made the choir first try. I sing like the old bullfrog out in the far corner of the pond. (sings a few odd sounding notes)
WANDA
(giggling at his singing)
Oh hhh - but, you’re really good at art. I like it when you help me draw pictures.
TOBY
Thanks. I really admire how you looked after your friend Susie when she fell down and scraped her knee. I could never do that, I can’t stand the sight of blood. Bllhhlhhlhh!(shivers and pretends to faint)
WANDA
(giggling some more at his antics)
And you know what else you’re good at?
TOBY
No, what?
WANDA
Cheering me up and making me feel better.
You sure are a good brother. I’m sorry I was rude to you when you came upstairs.
TOBY
That’s O.K. I know you were just upset.
WANDA
I guess it’s o.k that we’re good at different things, because that way we can help each other out
when we need to.
TOBY
That’s right. Good plan eh?
WANDA
Plan? What plan? Whose plan?
