A Scene for your enjoyment!!!

This is the scene we'll be performing at the event on Friday. For your reading enjoyment.


TO CATCH A TOOTH


By


Dylan Campbell

AT RISE:
Peter turns on the LIGHTS. Peter and
George, aged eight, stand over a figure
covered in blankets.

PETER (CONT'D)
(awed)
We did it.

GEORGE
We're gonna be rich!

Peter pulls out a bottle of SPARKLING
APPLE CIDER. The boys toast their
victory.

PETER
To us.

GEORGE
To us.

PETER
To going where no kid has gone before.

GEORGE
Here, here.

PETER
To successfully, baiting, and capturing, one of the most
elusive creatures of all time. To the Tooth Fairy.

GEORGE
To the Tooth Fairy!

PETER
And here’s to becoming very, very rich men.

GEORGE
Amen, brother.

They drink. Then...

PETER
(holding a pretend mic out for
George)
Sir, sir. Can you tell me how you did it. What brought you
here to this illustrious moment?

GEORGE (CONT’D)
Well, Peter and I have been scheming for some time. After
several attempts, we finally pulled one of my teeth out,
created a giant trap, and used the tooth as bait to catch the
Tooth Fairy.

PETER
The Tooth Fairy?

GEORGE
Underneath that net right over there.

PETER
Right.

GEORGE
See for yourself.
Peter is beside himself with
excitement.

PETER
(calming himself down)
Okay, okay. What do you think she looks like?

GEORGE
I don’t know.

PETER
Okay.

GEORGE
Okay.

PETER
Here we go.

GEORGE (CONT'D)
(not so confidant now)
You ready?

PETER
It’s game time.

Peter carefully takes the net off. Once
the boys begin to see just WHO is
underneath, their reaction turns from
curiosity, to color-draining fear: it’s
Peter’s dad.

PETER (CONT’D)
Oh my god.

GEORGE
We just hit your dad with a frying pan.
Peter’s dad lies limp on the ground.
Peter grabs George’s inhaler and takes
a puff.

PETER
(pacing)
We can fix this.

GEORGE
I should probably get going.

PETER
You’re not going anywhere.

GEORGE
You’re right, I’m staying here. Why am I staying here?

PETER
Because we can do this.

GEORGE
It’s your dad!

PETER
I KNOW IT’S MY DAD!

GEORGE
We could run away.

PETER
We don’t have to run away. We just... we just have to get him
back to his bed. My mom’s at work. We get him back to his
bedroom, tuck him into his bed, and then he’ll wake up
tomorrow --

GEORGE
With an impressive headache.

PETER
Come on, help me grab his arms.

Peter grabs the dad’s arms. George
grabs the legs. With much effort, they
barely manage to drag him a foot or
two. Suddenly, Peter lets go. The head
THUDS against the ground.

GEORGE
What are you doing?

PETER
I just thought of something.

GEORGE
What?

PETER
How do I know that’s my dad?

GEORGE
I don’t know, because it looks like your dad!

PETER
I know it looks like my dad, but how do I know that it is my
dad. Do you know what I mean?

GEORGE
No!

PETER
I mean... what if it’s the Tooth Fairy? What if this whole
thing, looking like my dad, is a fail safe mechanism? Like an
emergency backup plan.

GEORGE
I don’t get it.

PETER
If the Tooth Fairy is caught, I mean -- we can’t be the only
ones who have ever tried this -- she automatically takes the
shape of one of the child’s parents.

GEORGE
(catching on)
That way, the kids are fooled, they let the parent go --

PETER
-- and she gets away.

The two of them both look at the figure
underneath the net with newfound
understanding.

GEORGE
You know how smart we are to have figured that out?

END OF SCENE