in which: more members of the cast assemble, stage left, awaiting their appearance, crucial to the thickening of the plot. . .
the Penguin With The Mysterious Case of Amnesia and the Albino Crow dive and fly for cover respectively. . . but the mystery remains, who was Joe intending to shoot? and why?
.
and where is the missing amulet?
.
and what will happen to all those lemons?
and in the meantime, onstage, Joe Valentine, PI, about to shoot, is momentarily distracted by the sudden appearance of his moll 
(recently emerged from the shower in Joe's dressing room) (and now in full costume) 
who strides womanfully to his side where she places her hands firmly over his. . .
(recently emerged from the shower in Joe's dressing room) (and now in full costume) who strides womanfully to his side where she places her hands firmly over his. . . . . .gun - directing it instead at the Marquis' bagpipes. . .
a terrible noise is heard! the audience responds by throwing lemons towards the stage. . .
.
the chorus girls, led by the Fine French Fancies (it appears we have two!) (or is one a cross dresser in disguise?) dive for cover, frilly knickers fill the air
the chorus girls, led by the Fine French Fancies (it appears we have two!) (or is one a cross dresser in disguise?) dive for cover, frilly knickers fill the air
the Penguin With The Mysterious Case of Amnesia and the Albino Crow dive and fly for cover respectively. . . but the mystery remains, who was Joe intending to shoot? and why?.
and where is the missing amulet?
.
and what will happen to all those lemons?
in the meantime, since he's arrived better late than never (Director: *frowns*), the Lemonade Stand bursts into song (not accompanied by the bag-pipes, now sadly blown to bits; and whilst wiping lemon juice out of his eyes) (he's a very talented Lemonade Stand - you'd expect nothing less from an I,LTV production, now would you)
.
"Il ne'est joie ne joir n'autre bien qu'on puist sentir
N'imaginer,
Qui ne me samble languir,
Quant vo douceur adoucir vuet mon amer:
Dont loer et aourer et vous cremier, tout souffrir,
Tout conjoir, Tout endurer
Vueil plus que je ne desir guerredonner
Foy porter"
"Il ne'est joie ne joir n'autre bien qu'on puist sentir
N'imaginer,
Qui ne me samble languir,
Quant vo douceur adoucir vuet mon amer:
Dont loer et aourer et vous cremier, tout souffrir,
Tout conjoir, Tout endurer
Vueil plus que je ne desir guerredonner
Foy porter"
23 comments:
Someone felt lucky.
oh no they didn't. . .
*peeks out from under the carpet*
:>
*reaches penguiny wing out and flips a lemon centerstage*
*scrambles out from under the carpet and chases the rolling lemon*
*shoots lemon*
The plot thickens, like Bisto...
...but a terrible thing has happened: this mention of amnesia has made me FORGET MY LINES. Am I allowed to scribble them on the palm of my hand, and make EXPANSIVE GESTURES to enable me to see them, as I am long-sighted? Not forgetting that making exp. gestures while playing the bagpipes requires consummate stagecraft. But I'll do my best for you.
Also I think that person in a box who was blowing kisses has now resorted to mooning. This is some show!
"womanfully " :)
when life (or the audience) hands you lemons...
(psst, is that my cue?)
shot YES!!!! that was your cue. . .
*phew*, finally we get a refreshing drink!
(-;
Christopher re the blown kisses and moons, we aim to please
re your lines, don't worry, you have a personal prompt: he's just behind the curtain, stage right
Dave only the one? you have plenty of bullets!
Mel you're reminding me of our kittens! what are you going to do when the audience throw ice-cubes (in theory to go in the lemonade)!
I'm saving the rest of my bullets for the villain.
Thank you, I, all is well now (tho' I suspect my Personal Prompt may have another agenda as he confided to me while waiting outside the gents that he was an ardent spheniscidophile). What you have to put up with: tu souffres tout, tu conjoies tout, tu endures tout, tu ne me sambles jamais languir...
My knickers are in a bunch from all the gunshots and lemon bombs.
C-c-can I-I c-come out y-yet?!?
(NOW we have to understand French??)
Will the Lemonade Stand save the day?
*Frenchy, exit: stage right*
*waddles (in a hurriedly fashion) to the lemonade stand, tosses penguiny arms around it and topples over with it*
(don't smoosh! don't smoosh!!)
:>
(Lemonsaved.....getit?)
*blinks, sits up and flaps wingies*
:>
Awrrk. Flop! that's where the albino crow took cover!
*Has a quick slurp of lemon? And eyes up the amnesiac penguin hopefully - we could share lemons perhaps?*
*waddles and flips a lemon to the albino crow*
:>
*scoops up lemons and starts juggling*
A juggling penguin!
JUST what this production needs!!!!
:)
*Shoots lemons out of the sky (being careful to miss the penguin)*
"Lemon
See through in the sunlight
She wore lemon
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're dry
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly, slowly slipping under
And I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight
A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sand so he can
See the world outside
A man makes a car
And builds a road to run them on
A man dreams of leaving
But he always stays behind
These are the days
When our work has come assunder
These are the days
when we look for something other
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns to run into light to look for her
She is the dreamer
She's imagination
Through the light projected
he can see himself up close"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH9sT-3WoQI
Lemonade Stand: slides two lemon halfs under his/it's shirt and joins the chorus girls in a can-can dance
*happily claps with penguiny wings and joins the chorus line for kicks*
:>
* offers a refreshing lemony beverage to all.
Crosses stage and squooges lemon into the barrel of guns rendering them far less lethal and much more lemony scented.
Raises price of lemonade
Albino crow now has one beady eye fixed warily on Joe Valentine. And lemon juice in the other.
Errk, snuffle, blink.
*waddles and swaggers to albino crow and offers eyedrops*
*picks up gun and stares down the barrel*
:>
*waves nonworking gun around for all to see and blinks in confusion as the screaming and mayhem starts*
:>
*blink blink.....shrugs*
Aawk!
*thinking, this penguin is something else!*
Loved that lemony beverage. (wink!wink!nudge!nudge!)
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