Squeak Squeak
Disclaimer:This is obviously fiction. It isn't to make fun of anybody or anything. Mind the clocks attitude. He's a grouchy old clock who says a lot of mean things.This was also written for class in a limited amount of time. We're not crazy. The assignment was to take a children's poem and make it into a skit for children. That's exactly what we did. It is by Lindsay, Meliss and me.
Stats:
Rating: G, kid proof
Setting: Living room of a house
Characters: Narrator, mouse, clock
Narrator: It was a dark and stormy night. Not a creature was stirring�except a mouse..and a clock. The poor mouse was faced with that age old dilemma that mice face: to run up the clock.
Mouse: The clock is so big! How am I ever gonna get up there?
Clock: That�s right. Who�s the man?
Mouse: I�m da man.
Clock: So start climbing. If you go behind me and eat the special cracker then you will grow suction cups on your feet and arms and you can plunge yourself up.
Mouse: Sure thing! How�d you get those crackers?
Narrator: Mouse was curious. He wondered �If this clock has magic crackers that make suction cups, you think he might have magic cheese to go with them crackers?�
Clock: The dust elves make them.
Mouse: Who are they?
Clock: They live inside the dust balls on this floor. They roll around and collect crumbs and put them together with their elfin magic and make magic crackers.
Mouse: Hey, this cracker is mighty tasty. These elves have an address? I�d like to meet them.
Clock: They swore me to secrecy. They don�t want anyone stealing their secret stash of crackers.
Mouse: Where do these crazy elves come from?
Narrator: Mouse figured that the clock was a big and stupid clock so if he asked it enough questions he would confuse it and it would accidentally reveal the answer.
Clock: Well, they�re imports.
Mouse: You�re kidding. From where? Squeak squeak
Clock: From Japan. They�re Asian elves. What? You think American men could make magic? I�m imported from France. American men are useless.
Mouse: Do they have names?
Narrator: The mouse knew there was an enchanted creatures international phone book. You just had to order it through the snail mail. He could look up their names with the phone book.
Clock: Yup. Umm there�s a cute chubby one named Kyo and a very pretty one named Shinya. There�s also Toshiya, Die and Kaoru. There�s a few more but I get their names so confused. They all sound the same.
Mouse: Do they work at night or during the day?
Clock: Well�they melt in the sunlight.
Mouse: Oh, that�s a bummer.
Clock: Goodness tick tock it�s 12:57 in the morning. Shouldn�t little mice like you be in bed?
Mouse: First I have to climb to the top of you.
Clock: Why?
Mouse: I don�t know. It�s a thing that mice do. You know�It�s a mouse thing. Clocks chime and mice run up and eat cheese.
Clock: I don�t have any cheese.
Mouse: Duh! Wow I feel strange.
Narrator: The mouse started to change. He turned purple, then green, then pink with polka dots, and he grew suction cups all over him. As they grew they made a pop sound.
Mouse: Squeak! Squeak! I can climb now?
Narrator: So the mouse, he climbed. It took him about two minutes. He could see the whole room from where he was. He looked around for little elves, hot Asian elves. He saw something scurry to a hole in the wall. The clock struck one.
Mouse: Hey, it�s one of those elves! I better go get him. He�s getting into my stuff! That�s my hole!
Narrator: The mouse ran down the clock and later befriended the elves and made a magic cheese making business.
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