|And Your Little Dog, Too
Author: GDSwenson PM
This is a two act play I wrote a couple of years ago. The play looks at the Wizard of Oz story from Toto's perspective. Toto follows Dorothy around and meets the Scarecrow's Brain, the Tin Man's Heart, and the Lion's Courage.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Fantasy - Chapters: 12 - Words: 19,728 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-10-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5053986
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Cast of Characters:
Brain - (Field Mouse)
Heart - (Pig)
Courage - (Chicken)
Glenda (Witch of the North)
Wicked Witch (of the West)
Wizard (of Oz)
Fred (Munchkin #1)
Roger (Munchkin #2)
Guide (of Emerald City)
Guard #1 (in Wicked Witch's Service)
Guard #2 (in Wicked Witch's Service)
The curtain opens with a western-style fence in the center of the stage. There are three mounds of hay in front of the fence.
Toto... Toto, where are you? We better get inside. The sky is growing darker. Toto... (voice fades away)
There is movement behind the hay stacks. Toto is a thirty-something man wearing black pants and a black turtleneck. His hair and goatee are speckled with gray hairs. Toto has a laid-back attitude. Toto stands up and stretches. He yawns and brushes the hay off his clothes. He moves down stage to address the audience.
Oh, man, now that was quite a nap. Outstanding! Nothing energizes better than a solid slumber. (Toto stretches again). Now what was I supposed to do today? Let's see, wake up Dorothy at the crack of dawn... check. Man, I need to find someone else for that gig. All those late nights and early mornings are taking their toll. Man, do I need to catch up on my beauty sleep. I have to find a way to sleep later in the morning, because there's no chance of going to bed earlier. My life would lose all meaning if I missed out on the late night broadcast from KEWL in Kansas City. Those hip blues tunes make life in Kansas bearable. Without those cool rhythms to look forward to, I'd be on the first flatbed truck out of this square state. I'd make my way to St. Louis or Memphis or New Orleans, and spend every minute in the clubs, soaking up the energy of a live performance, breathing in the atmosphere. Hmm, that would be the life. (Toto looks off into the distance. His smile turns sour.) I bet Dorothy wouldn't like my plan though. She'd be devastated if I left her here all alone. I'm the only friend she has in this vast farm wilderness. Man, this responsibility is a drag. I never asked for it, but I guess I can stick it out a few more years. Then Dorothy will be old enough to join me on my tour of the best blues clubs in the country.
Toto? Come on home, Toto. It isn't safe outside.
Toto scratches behind his ears and stretches again. He doesn't acknowledge Dorothy's call.
Now, let's see, after waking up Dorothy, I ate breakfast and then came out here for a nap. Dorothy was supposed to find me after school for our play time. (Looks up at the sky) Hmm, if the sky is any indication, I really overslept. Man, don't tell me I've missed play time. I love hanging out with Dorothy. She's such a great kid. She's a little naïve, but she has a great imagination. There are moments when she makes me forget I'm even in Kansas. She's a dreamer, like me, only she hasn't found what she's looking for in life. But I do know that getting out of here is at the top of her agenda. That's one of the reasons we're so tight. We both want to escape. (Toto shakes his head and scratches his goatee). Nah, that's too harsh. This farm isn't a prison and it's not like this place isn't peaceful, but there is more to this world, more to this life that needs experiencing. You can't sleep all the time. (Toto smiles at the audience) Dorothy and I also share another common trait. We are both orphans... in our own way. Her parents died in a train accident when she was still young. I doubt she would even remember what they looked like if it weren't for the pictures on the mantle. After the accident, she bounced around from family to family, relative to relative, until she ended up here. It's not the best situation in the world, but it is stable, and that's exactly what Dorothy needs right now. (Toto notices the changing weather). I was taken from my family, too, when I was young. I was born on a farm in Iowa which had more animals than you can imagine. I was the youngest in a litter of nine. My entire family was split up when we were old enough to fend for ourselves and I was shipped off here where I'm the only dog. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the solitude. But sometimes I wonder... I mean I am rapidly approaching forty. My life is already half over and I haven't done much with it. All I've really done is provide companionship to a lonely little girl who desperately needed a friend. (pause) I guess in the grand scheme of life, that isn't so bad. Still, I wonder if there isn't something else I could be doing with the time I have left. There is a whole world out there I have yet to experience.
The same person who will later be Heart rolls out from a mound of hay wearing a pig mask. Pig has a gruff demeanor. He hates everyone.
Will you stop yammering? Some of us around here are trying to sleep. For the love of mud, I've never heard a dog whine so much.
Give it a rest, pig. I can talk all I want. This is a free country last I checked.
But do you have to be so pathetic? Why can't you talk about something important? I might actually listen if I cared.
I am talking about something important. Don't you have dreams? Don't you want something out of your life?
All I need is a nice patch of mud. The rest is worthless.
Don't you want to experience the rest of the world?
No, but I want you to. Then I wouldn't have to listen to you ramble on and on. I might actually have a moment of peace.
The same person who will later be Courage runs in from stage right wearing a chicken mask. She is agitated and scared of her own shadow.
Oh my, oh my. We're all going to die. Have you seen the sky? We'll be buried alive. Oh my, oh my.
Complete nonsense. (The Pig rolls over again and goes to sleep)
The sky does look wild. Are you certain it's the weather and not nightfall?
Oh it's the weather all right. The clouds have blocked the light. It is still many hours 'til night.
Then I didn't miss my play time with Dorothy after all. Cool. I'll just have to track her down.
Where can we go? Where can we go? We'll all be killed by the tornado. Please say it isn't so?
The person who will later be Brain pops out from another pile of hay wearing a mouse mask. The Field Mouse is calm and seemingly lost in her own world.
Hey, guys. What's up?
The weather is the topic du jour.
Haven't you noticed?
Well, Chicken here is certainly concerned about the tornado.
(running off stage)
Oh no. The tornado.
What's a tornado?
(points stage left)
That's a tornado.
Oh, cool. So, nothing new then?
No, nothing new.
Great. Well, I'll see you tomorrow. (Mouse hides again)
The stage lights dim.
Man, will you check out that sky? If that isn't the most wicked thing I've ever seen. I better get inside before that tornado sweeps me up.
Toto runs stage left, stops, looks around and then exits stage right.
There you are Toto. I've been looking everywhere for you. We need to get inside before this storm hits. Oh, Toto, I'm so scared. I've never seen a twister so close before. Oh, my. Hang on Toto. It's so close. This is it.
Stage Goes Black