Microsoft Word - Alice The Musical Script
Microsoft Word - Alice The Musical Script
Junior Script
by
Mike Smith
&
Keith Dawson
Musicline Publications
P.O. Box 15632
Tamworth
Staffordshire
B78 2DP
01827 281 431
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(This track should be sung by a strong female singer of your choice, but not Alice or
the White Rabbit.)
(During the song Alice lies down on the grass and is seen drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly a White Rabbit appears, clearly in a state of panic. He talks in Spoonerisms,
Malapropisms & generally mispronounces much of what he says.)
(During the White Rabbit’s verse the Chorus of Animals should enter as discreetly as
possible.)
RABBIT: IT’S LATE, IT’S LATE, THE QUEEN WILL NEVER WAIT.
FOR WASTING TIME SHE THINKS A CRIME,
I’LL MEET A SHOCKING FATE.
MY HEAD, MY HEAD, THE QUEEN WILL HAVE MY HEAD.
UNLESS I RACE TO REACH MY PLACE,
THE QUEEN WILL HAVE MY HEAD.
CHORUS: IT’S LATE, IT’S LATE THE QUEEN WILL NEVER WAIT.
WASTING TIME,
HE’LL MEET A SHOCKING FATE.
IT’S LATE, IT’S LATE, THE QUEEN WILL NEVER WAIT.
WASTING TIME,
HE’LL MEET A SHOCKING FATE.
RABBIT: IT’S LATE, IT’S LATE, THE QUEEN WILL NEVER WAIT.
FOR WASTING TIME SHE THINKS A CRIME,
I’LL MEET A SHOCKING FATE.
MY HEAD, MY HEAD, THE QUEEN WILL HAVE MY HEAD.
UNLESS I RACE TO REACH MY PLACE,
THE QUEEN WILL HAVE MY HEAD.
(The White Rabbit spins around on the spot and disappears as suddenly as he
arrived. The Animal Chorus freeze, absolutely motionless. Alice wakes up.)
ALICE: I must be dreaming. I’m sure I saw a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat
and carrying a pocket watch. Where did he disappear to? (Alice gets
up and wanders over to stand centrally at the front of the acting
area [downstage] and looks at the ground.) I’m sure he must have
gone down that rabbit hole just there. I’m going to follow him.
(She mimes a whirling, swirling motion as she stands and, if resources allow, a
lighting effect over her head, perhaps a strobe, can suggest her falling down the
famous hole, which leads to the adventures. Meanwhile the Animals whirl around her,
in the opposite direction, to add to the effect.)
(Alice staggers on the spot as if falling down a long tunnel and falls to the ground
with a slight bump. The Animals exit. She lies on the ground, and if possible, the
lights fade to a nightmarish dark blue. In the darkness, a member of the cast, under a
cloth-covered table, with a key and a bottle marked ‘DRINK ME’ placed securely on
top, crawls on from the left-hand side of the acting area. Other cast members enter
holding cardboard cut-outs of doors and, away from these, another places a fifteen-
inch high door on the right hand side of the acting area and exits. The lights come up
on the table and Alice stands. She crosses to the table. Just at that moment the
White Rabbit rushes across the stage without stopping.)
RABBIT: Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting! (He rushes off.)
ALICE: (Her eyes follow him and then she looks back at the table, finding
the key there.) This might belong to one of the doors.
(She crosses to the large doors with the key and tries the key in each door but
nothing happens. Finally she sees the little door and kneels by it and, once again,
tries the key.)
ALICE: It fits!
(At this moment the large doors spin and exit the acting area.)
(The child inside the table lifts up the inside so that the table appears to grow to just
taller than Alice. While this happens the little door on the right is replaced by a
replica full-sized one. Alice goes back to the table and tries but cannot now reach the
table-top.)
(Alice goes to the large door, which is turned by the child behind it who then exits
with the door, followed by Alice. Blackout.)
(Alice enters as the lights come up and she wanders about the acting area taking in
this new scene. The White Rabbit enters hurriedly again.)
RABBIT: Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh, won’t she be savage if I’ve kept
her waiting!
ALICE: Excuse me.
(The Rabbit does not seem to hear her and exits as quickly as he came. There is a
brief pause and the Dodo, Lory, Mouse, Eaglet, Duck, Owl plus an ad lib. Chorus of
Animals enter.)
(The various creatures see her and leap in alarm together, as one).
DODO: I’m the Dodo. I’ve been extinct for over a hundred years!
LORY: I’m the Lory. There’s not a lot of brain between my ears.
MOUSE: I’m the Mouse…
DUCK: I’m the Duck…
EAGLET: Eaglet is my name…
OWL: And hoo, hoo (hooting again) am I? I’m the wise old Owl and I’m very
glad you came.
ALICE: I’m very pleased to meet you all.
DODO: Well, we’ve told you who we are…
OWL: Now tell us hoo, hoo you are.
ALICE: I’m Alice.
LORY: Alice who?
ALICE: Just Alice.
EAGLET: Just Alice! What a curious name.
ALICE: Not as curious as talking to animals and extinct creatures… This all
seems so unreal…
(All hide, except the Mock Turtle. (He positions himself upstage i.e. furthest from the
audience in the acting area. Enter the Duchess, downstage i.e. nearest to the
audience in the acting area, who addresses the audience, not noticing the Mock
Turtle.)
DUCHESS: Come out, come out, wherever you are. (She looks around) I’m sure
that I heard people! Mmm! Where there’s people, there’s soup!
Splendid, scrumptious, slurpy soup! (She slurps her lips loudly) I
love it! (Slight pause) I love it, I love it, I love it. It’s about the only
thing I do love. Everything else makes me veeerrryy cross! (She uses
the same inflection on this phrase each time she uses it, so that
the audience pick up on it.) Goodness me, how wet it is. That’s
another thing that makes me veeerrryy cross! But wait – wetness
means water and water means weeping and weeping means wailing
and wailing means…. (She looks around again and spots the Mock
Turtle) Aha! The Mock Turtle! I thought as much. I suppose that
you’re responsible for making everything so wet?
MOCK TURTLE: It’s all your fault! I was telling Just Alice how you turned me into a
Mock Turtle and it made me cry.
DUCHESS: Just Alice, eh? I’d like to meet Just Alice. In fact I will meet her and
when I do it’ll be “Anyone for soup? – Just Alice soup!” Ha, ha, ha, ha!
DODO: (Emerging from his hiding place and peering around he mimics
her cackle.) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! (He gulps loudly) It’s okay everyone.
You can all come out – it’s clear now.
(NOTE: The Turtle’s verses are spoken in metre against the music, similar to a rap.)
(The lights come up on Alice, who wrinkles up her nose, sniffs a couple of times,
then goes over to the cauldron and peers into it.)
ALICE: Oh dear, they’ve gone. And I have no idea how to get home.
(Enter White Rabbit scurrying hastily. He could enter through the audience for effect.
During the ensuing dialogue the Duchess’s kitchen can be set.)
RABBIT: I’m late! I’m late! Oh my fur and whiskers! I’ll never be there on time! I
shall be toooooo late!
ALICE: Excuse me…
RABBIT: I’m sorry I can’t stop, I’ll be late for my ointment.
ALICE: Ointment? Don’t you mean appointment?
RABBIT: That as well. I’m three days late for it already.
ALICE: Then another few minutes won’t make all that much difference.
RABBIT: That is so true. Well what can I do for you – er, I’m afraid I don’t know
your name…
ALICE: If you please sir, Alice.
RABBIT: Well, Sir Alice, how can I be of any persistence – er insistence – er
help to you?
ALICE: I want to go home.
RABBIT: Home, eh? Mmm. Best follow me!
(They stop.)
(The Duchess is sitting on a three-legged stool. The Cook, dressed in a mop cap and
apron stirs a large cauldron of soup and periodically shakes a pepper grinder over
the cauldron. The Cheshire Cat sits on the floor, grinning.)
ALICE: There’s certainly too much pepper in that soup! (She sneezes)
COOK & DUCHESS: Bless you!
ALICE: Thank you. Why does your cat grin like that?
DUCHESS: It’s a Cheshire Cat and that’s why.
ALICE: I didn’t know Cheshire Cats could grin.
DUCHESS: They all can and most of ‘em do.
RABBIT: It’s a distant relative of Cheshire Cheese you see and what
happens when you say “cheese”?
ALICE: You smile.
RABBIT: Well, there you are then. That’s why Cheshire Cats grin.
DUCHESS: Pepper! Pepper! Cook, my soup needs more pepper!
COOK: But I’ve already put three tablespoons in.
DUCHESS: Not enough!
COOK: Too much!
DUCHESS: Contradicting me, eh? And what’s more, contradicting me with
cricketing crockery! That makes me veeerrryy cross! The recipe
book clearly says “put a pint of pickled peppers in”. If you please.
COOK: Oh alright.
(She tips all of the pepper in into the soup and sneezes. The Duchess sneezes. Alice
sneezes. The White Rabbit sneezes.)
DUCHESS: Cook, get back to work. There’s sweeping to be done and beds to be
made. What’s more you sing out of key, which makes me veeerrryy
cross! About your business! Now then, white rabbit soup – that
sounds tasty. Here bunny, bunny!
(The White Rabbit hastily exits followed by the Duchess chasing after him.)
COOK: Hoity-toity!
(She exits, leaving Alice and the Cat alone on the acting area. The Cat moves down
to join Alice.)
ALICE: Cheshire Puss, would you tell me, please, which way to go from here?
CAT: That depends on where you want to get to.
ALICE: I don’t much care where…
CAT: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
ALICE: … so long as I get somewhere.
CAT: You’re sure to do that – if you walk long enough.
ALICE: What sort of people live about here?
CAT: In that direction (indicating right) lives a Hatter and in that direction
(indicating left) lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both
mad.
ALICE: But I don’t want to go amongst more mad people.
CAT: Oh you can’t help that: we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.
ALICE: How do you know I’m mad?
CAT: You must be or you wouldn’t have come here to have a conversation
with a Cheshire Cat! Shall you play croquet with the Queen today?
ALICE: I should like to very much, but I haven’t been invited yet.
CAT: You shall, you know.
(If possible, the lights blackout and the Cat disappears. The lights come up on Alice.)
(Blackout again, the Cat re-enters to a different place on the acting area.)
ALICE: I wish you wouldn’t keep appearing and vanishing all of the time.
(Blackout again, the Cat re-enters again to a different place on the acting area.)
CAT: I’m quite mad you know. (He races around chasing his tail.)
(If possible there should be a final blackout during which the Cat disappears and is
replaced by a cut out of a grin.)
ALICE: Well, I’ve often seen a cat without a grin; but a grin without a cat! How
curious! Now, which way was it? I think this way.
(She exits to her right. If possible, the lights go out on everything except the Cat’s
grin, which can be achieved by having a cut-out of the cat’s grin [on a stick] held out
so as to be visible to the audience. If this is not possible, then ignore the line and go
straight to the tea party scene.)
(The Hatter, March Hare, and Dormouse bring on their own props - a rectangle of
grass with a tablecloth attached in the centre with all the tea party props attached to
it, including a plate of jam tarts. They sit down and the lights come up to a bright
outdoor state. They shout at Alice as she enters.)
HATTER: No room!
HARE: No room!
DORMOUSE: No room!
ALICE: There’s plenty of room.
HARE: Your hair wants cutting.
ALICE: You should learn not to make personal remarks. It’s very rude.
HATTER: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
ALICE: (To audience) Ah, now we’ll have some fun. I’m glad they’ve begun
asking riddles – (To Hatter) I believe I can guess that.
HARE: Do you mean that you think you can find the answer to it?
ALICE: Exactly so.
HARE: Then you should say what you mean.
ALICE: I do – at least I mean what I say – that’s the same thing you know.
HATTER: Not the same thing a bit! Why you might just as well say that I like
what I get is the same thing as I get what I like.
DORMOUSE: (Pulling his head out of the teapot) You might just as well say that I
breathe when I sleep is the same thing as I sleep when I breathe.
HATTER: It is the same thing with you. (Pulling an old-fashioned pocket
watch from his jacket/waistcoat, he says to Alice) What day of the
month is it?
ALICE: The fourth.
HATTER: (To Hare) Two days wrong. I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works.
HARE: It was the best butter.
ALICE: (Peering at Hatter’s watch) What a funny watch. It tells the day of
the month and doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!
HATTER: Why should it? Does your watch tell you what year it is?
ALICE: Of course not but that’s because it stays the same year for such a
long time.
HATTER: Which is just the case with mine.
ALICE: I don’t quite understand you.
HATTER: The Dormouse is asleep again.
DORMOUSE: (Waking again) Of course, of course, just what I was going to remark
myself.
HATTER: Have you guessed the riddle yet?
ALICE: No I give up. What’s the answer?
HATTER: (Laughing hysterically) I haven’t the slightest idea.
HARE: (Joining in the joke) Nor I.
ALICE: I think you might do better with the time than wasting it in asking
riddles that have no answers.
HATTER: If you knew Time as well as I do you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s
him.
ALICE: I don’t know what you mean.
HATTER: Of course you don’t. I dare say you’ve never even spoken to Time.
ALICE: Spoken to Time? Of course not. Have you?
HATTER: (Sadly) Not recently. We quarrelled last March – just before he went
mad, you know. (Pointing at Hare with a teaspoon) It was at the
great concert given by the Queen of Hearts and I had to sing “Twinkle!
Twinkle! Little Bat! How I wonder what you’re at!” You know the song
perhaps?
ALICE: I’ve heard something like it.
HATTER: It goes on:
“Up above the world you fly.
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle…”
DORMOUSE: (Still asleep) Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle…
HATTER: Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse, when the Queen jumped up
and bawled out, “He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!” And
ever since then he won’t do a thing I ask. It’s always six o’clock now.
ALICE: Is that the reason so many things are put out here?
HARE: Exactly so.
(The Chorus (of Cards) enter and sing while the characters dance an eccentric, Latin,
tea dance. At the end of the song they return to their places.)
DUCHESS: (Entering) I say everybody, we’ve all had an invitation to play croquet
with the Queen.
(Everyone cheers.)
(She chases Alice around the stage in pantomime style. Enter King, Queen & Knave,
who carries a scroll and quill.)
QUEEN: You may change the Duchess’ sentence. Instead of ‘Off with her
head’ change it to ‘Confiscate her tarts!’. Duchess, consider yourself
reprieved. Right, everyone, back to the Palace. Time for croquet!
Knave, pick up those tarts; Hare, show Simply Alice, Plain Alice, Just
Alice, or whatever her latest name is, the way home. Duchess, lead
on; I will bring up the rear and round up any stray heads that need
chopping off! For – ward!...
(King, Queen, Knave & Duchess all march off left, leaving Alice with Hatter, Hare &
Dormouse. The White Rabbit enters hurriedly.)
RABBIT: I’m late again, aren’t I? Oh, dear, I’m always late. I’m always toooo
late!
DORMOUSE: I’m always late… for everything.
HARE: That’s because you’re never awake long enough!
ALICE: What a strange lady! Does she always go around chopping off
people’s heads?
RABBIT: It’s just her banner of squeaking. Nobody ever loses their heads –
unless it’s really foggy! She knows it and we know it and she knows
that we know it and we know that she knows that we know it, but it’s
just her way of showing off her austerity.
ALICE: You mean authority.
RABBIT: Whatever. But now to get you home. Let me use my inedible drains –
er, indelible stains – er, …
ALICE: Incredible brains?
RABBIT: Fazackerly! You think the thoughts right out of my head! This way.
(As before, he marches on the spot and Alice, Hare, Hatter & Dormouse, all in a line,
do likewise.)
(Off stage, the Queen’s voice is heard “Off with their heads!”)
(The Hare and the Hatter each grab a paw of the Dormouse and run off quickly,
followed by the White Rabbit. Two cards [Five and Seven] enter with a couple of
potted, white, rose trees. They put them down and start painting them with red paint.
Alice watches for a moment.)
FIVE: Watch out! You’re splashing that paint all over me!
SEVEN: That’s right, Five. Blame me.
FIVE: (Stops painting and puts his brush down.) Okay. Hold it! Put the
brush down and step away! Stand away from the paint!
SEVEN: What?
FIVE: Put the brush down and have a look. What do you see?
(The Chorus enter from the sides wearing playing card tabards. They are followed
during the song by a procession of the White Rabbit, Knave, Executioner & the
Duchess, and (at the appropriate point) the King and Queen of Hearts who enter, in
pairs, at the centre rear of the acting area. They form a ‘court’ with the King and
Queen central at the back of the acting area [upstage] facing the front. The cards
Five and Seven enter from the side and kneel at the Queen’s feet. Alice follows but
keeps at a distance.)