Bunfight At The OK Corral


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Bunfight at the OK Corral is a wacky Wild West pantomime. But although the setting might be somewhat new, the story is still rooted in true panto tradition.

Belle Bottoms has just taken over The Tumbleweed Saloon in Dodgy City, along with its current staff, Molly Coodle and Butch Casserole. When Molly’s father Fester, suddenly strikes gold, the Frisco Kid and his outlaw gang, hatch a plan to steal the deeds to his goldmine. And after many comedy twists and turns, the action culminates in a comedic showdown at The OK Corral.

This is a hilarious panto reminiscent of Carry On Cowboy. It also includes a wonderful haunted goldmine scene with actors dashing in and out of many entrances, reminiscent of a Scooby Do chase scene.


11 principals plus several cameo roles and a chorus with some lines.


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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Stella Artois
Marshall’s Mother
Assay Clerk
Indian Chief
Temperance League Ladies
Mine Echo [unseen]
Dancers; Saloon girls; Townsfolk; Indians; Ghosts; Skeletons; Puppets; etc.



Actors enter and exit via saloon swing-door [SR] unless otherwise stated. A bar is [USC] and tables and chairs are situated wherever practicable. Saloon Girls perform a song and dance routine. Music cue 1: Saloon Girls. After song ends…Exit Saloon Girls [USL]

Enter Butch [SL]

BUTCH: Howdy folks! Welcome to Dodgy City! I’m Butch Casserole, and I work here at The Tumbleweed Saloon. Dodgy City’s a mighty friendly place and we all greet each other in a mighty friendly way. So, every time I come on and shout howdy-doody, folks! I want you all to shout back, howdy-doody, Butch! Okay? Let’s give it a try then. [exits and re-enters] Howdy-doody, folks! [repeat until happy] The Tumbleweed Saloon’s about to get a new owner today, on account of the previous one dying from a sudden case of lead poisoning. He was shot so full of lead, you could’ve sharpened his head and used him as a pencil. The new owner’s arriving on the next stagecoach.

CHORUS 1: Let’s hope they don’t turn this place into a Weatherspoon’s.

CHORUS 2: Folks round here don’t like change.

BUTCH: I’ll try and remember that the next time you buy a drink.

Enter Molly at a run.

MOLLY: Butch! The stagecoach has just pulled up outside!

BUTCH: Let’s give the new owner a good impression folks so, no cussin’ or spittin’!

Enter Belle, singing.

BELLE: ’Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam, and I’ll show you a house full of…’ [sees everybody staring] What are you all staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a woman before?

CHORUS 3: Yeah, but we ain’t never seen one like you afore.

BELLE: [preening] I don’t suppose you meet many women, as refined as what I am.

CHORUS 4: You look about as refined as Jeremy Clarkson’s armpit.

BELLE: And you’d better smarten up for starters if you want to continue frequenting my establishment.

BUTCH: You’re the Tumbleweed’s new owner!?

BELLE: That’s right. The name’s Belle, Belle Bottoms.

CHORUS 1: I’ll be hornswoggled!

BELLE: Not in here you won’t! This is going to be a family-friendly pub.

Chorus 2 hawks and spits on the floor.

BELLE: Oi, you!

CHORUS 2: Are you talkin’ to me?

BELLE: Yes, you’re barred!

CHORUS 2: What fer?

BELLE: For spitting on the floor.

CHORUS 3: But we always spit on the floor.

CHORUS 4: What do you think the sawdust’s fer?

CHORUS 1: Next, you’ll be tellin’ us we can’t bring our horses in here no more.

BELLE: Of course, you can’t! This is a saloon, not a stable!

CHORUS 2: Well, I can see an ugly old mare in here right now.

BELLE: Where!? [looks around] I don’t see any ugly old mare.

CHORUS 3: Try lookin’ in the mirror!

Chorus laugh.

BELLE: That’s it, you’re all barred!

Exit Chorus muttering.

Music cue 2: Enter Doc Holliday.

DOC. H: Where’s everybody going? You’re not closing early are you Molly?

MOLLY: No, Doc Holliday. [moves behind bar]

DOC. H: Thank goodness, I thought I’d missed breakfast. The usual please, Molly.

MOLLY: [places bottle of whiskey on bar] Here you are, Doc.

DOC. H: [guzzles bottle] That’s better.

BUTCH: You do realise you’ve just barred most of our customers, Belle?

BELLE: We can do without people like that.

MOLLY: But they’re the only kind’a people we got round here.

BELLE: And who are you two?

BUTCH: We’re your employees.

MOLLY: I’m Molly.

BUTCH: And I’m Butch.

BELLE: I must say, you hide it very well.

MOLLY: You’re the third owner we’ve had this month.

BELLE: Didn’t the others like it here, then?

BUTCH: They liked it just fine.

BELLE: Then why didn’t they stay?

MOLLY: They did.

BELLE: And where are they now?

DOC. H: In the cemetery.

BELLE: What are they doing there?

BUTCH: Not a lot really.

BELLE: You mean, they’re dead!?

DOC. H: I certainly hope they were, ‘cos we buried them.

BELLE: What happened to them?

MOLLY: They got shot.

BELLE: Where?

DOC. H: In the body, mostly. And I should know, I’m a doctor. [swigs bottle]

BELLE: I meant whereabouts geographically.

MOLLY: In this very saloon.

BUTCH: Friday nights can get a bit rough in here.

BELLE: Maybe I should get myself a couple of big bouncers.

DOC. H: [ogling her bosom] Looks to me like you already have.

Enter Mayor Burke.

MAYOR: Sarsaparilla please, Molly.

MOLLY: Yes, Mr Mayor. [moves behind bar]

BELLE: How do your Mayorship.

MAYOR: Who are you?

BELLE: I’m Belle Bottoms, the new owner of The Tumbleweed Saloon.

MAYOR: I sure hope you last longer than the previous owners.

BELLE: I plan on being around a long time.

MAYOR: You look like you already have been.