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Sulky Santa – Script 31
BOGEY 4:
BOGEY 5:
BOGEYMAN:
BOGEY 1:
BOGEY 2:
BOGEY 3:
BOGEY 4:
BOGEY 5:
BOGEY 6:
BOGEYMAN:
BOGEY 6:
BOGEYMAN:
RUDOLPH:
BOGEYMAN:
SNOWMAN:
BOGEYMAN:
RUDOLPH:
BOGEYMAN:
ELFIS:
SNOWMAN:
ELFIS:
BOGEYMAN:
ELFIS:
RUDOLPH:
SNOWMAN:
BOGEYMAN:
We’re yucky!
We’re mucky!
And everybody thinks that I’m a big horrible Ogre who terrifies children but
I’m not. Look at me. Okay, I may not be as handsome as Brad Pitt or as
cuddly as Mr. Bean, but I am loveable. Come on, admit it, I wouldn’t hurt a
fly, although I might hurt a wasp. Well, only if it stung me first of course.
Human parents always use the Bogeyman as a threat but he wouldn’t
harm anyone. He wouldn’t know how to!
And people always see us Bogeys as disgusting.
But we’re actually made up of the stuff you:
Pick!
Flick!
Some people actually lick!
Mmmm, yummy!
I’m made up of millions of tiny bogeys. This part of me came from Sally
(insert a name of your choice here) when she sneezed in August and
this runny bit came from someone called Pippa (and again here) when
she picked and flicked last week.
We’re not that scary, are we?
No, not really.
And don’t be put off by our little song and dance. We knew we were
getting visitors and we wanted to put on a bit of a show.
Did you say you knew that you were going to get visitors?
Oh yeah. My old friend, the Tooth Fairy, emailed me explaining your
situation: your problem with Santa Claus.
You know each other?
Sure – and we know Santa Claus. We’ve all got one thing in common.
I’ve got it! You visit homes and you visit children.
People believe in you. Santa delivers presents. The Tooth Fairy leaves
money in place of teeth and you, well, you’re just cuddly and nice.
But can you help us with our problem? Can you help us motivate Santa
Claus?
The tooth fairy reckons that Santa needs a challenge and I know of just
the challenge he needs.
You do?
You do?
You do?
Last week I visited a boy because he was being naughty and it turns out
that the Tooth Fairy had visited him a week earlier. Apparently he’d left a
note for old Toothy asking for five pounds instead of a pound. When I
visited him he woke up. Do you know what he had the cheek to say? He
said, “Beat it ugly. You’re just my Dad dressed up and I don’t believe in
Santa Claus either!”.
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