Ali Baba And The Forty Thieves


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Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, is set in Egypt amidst the shifting sands of the Sahara. And features a lost pyramid, a mummy, and a sniffer-camel.

Ali Baba is returning home after serving two years in the French Foreign Legion and intends to use Sopwith the Camel to sniff out a lost pyramid, rumoured to hold a fabulous treasure. But he must also contend with the outlaw Cassim and his thieving gang of cut-throats.

This rollicking fun-filled adventure is a treat for all the family.


13 principals plus several minor speaking roles, a chorus and a camel.


All our scripts have a runtime of approximately 2hrs (not including any interval) but this is very dependent on your own production and can be edited by yourselves to suit your own needs.


Our pantomimes all come with a full, suggested songs, music cues and SFX list.


Traditional British pantomime, incorporating visual comedy, slapstick and audience participation.

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Sopwith the Camel
Barbershop Customer
Sheik Djibouti
Young Picasso
Tourist Guide
Pickpocketed Man
Tourist Guide
Dancers; Citizens; Tourists; Sand People; Skeletons; etc.



Baba’s Barber Shop is [DSR] a barber’s chair is outside. Music cue 1: Chorus. After song ends…

Enter Donna [SL]

CHORUS 1: Hi Donna, is that a new dress you’re wearing?

DONNA: Well, it’s new to me, I got it from Oxfam. I’m that poor I can’t even afford to shop at Primark. Are you all here for the camel racing?

CHORUS 2: Yes Donna. Is it true that you used to be a camel jockey?

DONNA: Yes, but I gave it up after my first race.

CHORUS 3: How come?

DONNA: I fell at the start and got trampled underfoot.

CHORUS 4: That would explain the state of your face.

CHORUS 5: Not to mention her body.

DONNA: Cheek! Most women would die for a body like mine. In fact, I’m such a perfect specimen of womanhood, that I’m considering leaving my body to medical science.

CHORUS 1: You ought to leave to science fiction.

Chorus laugh.

DONNA: Clear off, you cheeky lot! [shoos Chorus off SL] Hello boys and girls! I’m Donna Baba, a poor but insanely attractive young widow. My husband died in a freak accident when he backed into a working lathe and gave himself a nasty turn. I sank the insurance money into this here barber shop, and it’s been a complete disaster. I blame my two sons, Rhum and Ali. Rhum can’t cut it as a barber, and Ali disappeared two years ago, and I haven’t seen him since. [emotional] I don’t know if he’s alive or dead. If he ever turns up again, I’ll flaming kill him! I’d better find Rhum, he should’ve opened the shop an hour ago. Bye for now. [exits SR]

Enter Rhum [SL]

RHUM: Hello everybody! I’m Rhum Baba and I’m a barber now, you all look a cut above, and I’m wondering if you’d like to be my friends. Well, would you? Wonderful! Now, whenever I come on I’ll shout ‘rhum-tiddly-om-pom’ and you all reply, ‘pom-pom’ okay? Let’s try it then. Rhum-tiddly-om-pom! Let’s do it again, and this time I want you to open your mouths that wide, I can see what you’ve had for breakfast. rhum-tiddly-om-pom!’ [pointing] Cornflakes, porridge, curry!?

Enter a Man [SR] wearing a curly black wig underneath his turban.

MAN: Good morning, I’d like a haircut please.

RHUM: Certainly sir, please take a seat.

MAN: Shouldn’t we go inside your shop first?

RHUM: No, our electric’s been cut off so we’re doing customers outside today.

MAN: Then it’s a good job it isn’t raining isn’t it. [sits]

RHUM: [removes man’s turban and lots of tiny dots of white paper fall out] I see you have a touch of dandruff, sir.

MAN: You’re telling me. I’ve tried everything to clear it, but nothing’s worked.

RHUM: Then today is your lucky day. [produces a small bottle] This will get rid of your dandruff in five seconds flat.

MAN: That sounds marvellous, I’ll have some.

RHUM: Now I must warn you, it’s very strong and might sting a bit.

MAN: I think I can cope with a little bit of stinging, carry on. [Rhum sprinkles contents onto his hair and massages it in] Aaahh! My head’s on fire!

RHUM: Hold on! [exits and returns with a towel with ‘Fire Blanket’ written large on it and wraps it around the man’s head]

MAN: [soothed] Ooooh! That’s better.

RHUM: I did warn you it might sting a bit, didn’t I?

MAN: It certainly did. Still, it’ll be worth it if it gets rid of my dandruff.

RHUM: I’ll just countdown from five and then remove the towel, and it will all have gone. [gets audience to count along] Five…four…three…two…one! [removes towel along with Man’s wig, revealing a bald head] Woah!

MAN: Has it all gone then?

RHUM: It sure has.

MAN: [feeling his head] Aaahh! [jumps up] I’m completely bald!

RHUM: Yes, but on the plus side, at least you won’t be bothered by dandruff again.

MAN: [draws dagger] And neither will you once I’ve removed your head!

RHUM: [backing off] Now, now, sir, keep your hair on! What am I saying!? It’s time to throw in the towel. [throws towel and wig at Man] Bye! [exits USL]

MAN: Come back here! [exits after Rhum]

Enter Donna [SL]

DONNA: I can’t find Rhum anywhere, but when I do, he won’t know what’s hit him.

Enter Rhum at a run [DSL] looking over his shoulder – crashes into Donna.

SFX: Comedy crashing sound.

DONNA: Aaahh! [falls down and flails her legs about revealing comedy bloomers]

RHUM: Whoops!

DONNA: [standing] You clumsy great oaf, Rhum!

RHUM: Sorry mum, but a deranged bald-headed customer was chasing me just now.

DONNA: Why was a bald-headed customer chasing you?

RHUM: Because he wasn’t bald when he came in.

DONNA: What on earth did you do to him!?

RHUM: I used that new anti-dandruff lotion on him, and it wasn’t only the dandruff that disappeared.

DONNA: You useless twit Rhum, can’t you do anything right?

RHUM: You’re the one who bought it off Ebay!

DONNA: That’s right, blame me for everything.

Enter Fatima [SR]

FATIMA: [waving to them] Coo-ee!

RHUM: Oh no, it’s Fatima from the pizza parlour. She fancies me like mad and I’d have to be mad, to fancy her.

FATIMA: Do you fancy taking me up the casbah tonight Rhum?

RHUM: I’d love to Fatima, but I’m afraid I can’t.

FATIMA: Why not?

RHUM: Because I’m just off to join the Foreign Legion.

FATIMA: But you’re not foreign.

RHUM: I’m half foreign.

DONNA: No, you’re not.

RHUM: But you told me dad was from abroad.

DONNA: Yes – in Norfolk!