Dick Whittington And His Cat


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Simple country boy Dick Whittington makes his way from his village in Gloucester, to the bright lights of London seeking his fortune. accompanied by Puss, his feline companion.

Dick soon discovers that the streets of London aren’t paved with gold, and instead ends up doing battle with the evil King Rat who intends to rule London with his hordes of rats.

King Rat frames Dick as a thief and he leaves London bound for Morocco. This battle between good and evil, eventually culminates in the Sultan of Morocco’s palace. Dick then returns a hero, marries Alice and becomes Mayor of London.


9 principals 2 smaller roles (Sultan & Wazir in Scene 10 only) plus some cameo’s and a chorus.


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.


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

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Sultan of Morocco
Roger Van Gogh
Dancers; Londoners; Islanders; Attendants; Police Officers; Guards; etc.



Fitzwarren’s shop front is [USR] and has a practical door. Music cue 1: Alice and Chorus. After song ends…

ALICE: [to audience] Hello there! I’m Alice Fitzwarren. Welcome to old London Town, where every day is an exciting adventure, and you never know what’s just around the next corner.

CHORUS 1: But it’s usually a rat.

ALICE: I’ll admit London does have a bit of a rat problem.

CHORUS 2: A bit of a problem!?

CHORUS 3: We’re overrun with them!

Enter Fitzwarren [SR]

FITZWARREN: Good morning everybody!

CHORUS: Good morning Alderman Fitzwarren!

ALICE: Good morning father.

FITZWARREN: Good morning Alice.

Music cue 2: Enter Rats at a run [SL] and chase Chorus off [SR]

ALICE: Something needs doing about London’s rat problem, father.

FITZWARREN: I agree Alice. Let’s just hope the new Mayor sorts it out now, have you got everything ready for our trip to Morocco tomorrow?

ALICE: Not quite father, I still have some more packing to do.

FITZWARREN: Then hurry up and do it Alice, we must catch the early tide tomorrow.

ALICE: Yes father. [exits into shop]

FITZWARREN: [to audience] Hello there. I’m Alderman Fitzwarren, and that’s my shop just there. It’s stocked with exotic goods from all over the world, and tomorrow I’m going to Morocco to bring back a cargo of dates. I wouldn’t mind a date myself, actually. I lost my wife five years ago. No, she isn’t dead. She just ran off with somebody younger, richer, and handsomer. Personally I don’t know what she saw in him.

Enter Sally from shop.

SALLY: Hello boys and girls! At last, a bit of class has arrived!

FITZWARREN: [looking past her] Where?

SALLY: It’s me you silly Alderman!

FITZWARREN: And a comedian to boot.

SALLY: Aren’t you going to introduce me to all these lovely customers then?

FITZWARREN: If you insist. [to audience] This is my cook, Sally Forth. Although I use the term cook, advisedly.

SALLY: I suppose ‘Celebrity chef’ would be more in keeping with my creative culinary credentials.

FITZWARREN: I’ve never even seen your credentials.

SALLY: Play your cards right and I might show you them later.

FITZWARREN: I think I’ll pass. I’m off inside to do a stocktake. [exits into shop]

SALLY: And now he’s gone, we can get properly acquainted now, I like things to be nice and friendly. So, every time I come on and shout, ‘hello boys and girls!’ I want you to all shout back, ‘hello Sally!’ Will you do that for me? Let’s try it then. [exits and re-enters] Hello boys and girls! Wonderful! Now who’d like a boiled sweet? [gives a sweet to person on front row] There you go. I only have the one, so you’ll have to share. Give it a suck and then pass it on. I’d love to stay and chat, but I must go and get the Alderman’s breakfast ready. I’m doing him cornflakes in ketchup, followed by bacon and banana omelette. Ta-ra then. [exits into shop]

Enter Dick and Puss [SR]

DICK: Well Puss, here we are in London.

PUSS: It only seems five minutes since we left Gloucester. I think we must’ve encountered some sort of time warp on the way.

DICK: Yes Puss, that must be it.

PUSS: My four poor paws are red raw.

DICK: I too have blisters on my blisters, Puss. But it’ll all be worth it now that we’ve reached the city where the streets are paved with gold.

PUSS: So, you keep saying. Personally I can’t help thinking you’re crackers.

DICK: Then maybe I’ll ask the audience what they think.

PUSS: Don’t embarrass yourself, they won’t believe in something that stupid.

DICK: I don’t see why not, they seem happy enough to believe in a talking cat.

PUSS: And why shouldn’t they? Humans are always talking to their pets, so we’re bound to pick it up eventually. The clever ones amongst us that is.

DICK: London is such a wonderful place, Puss. The sights, the sounds…

PUSS: The smells. [holds nose]

DICK: All the women are so cheerful, with their cries of, how about it dearie! And the men are that keen to help carry my case, I have to keep running after them and snatching it back.

Music cue 3: Enter King Rat [SL]

KING RAT: [pointing around audience] I hate you! And you! And you! But most of all, I hate…[points at Dick]…you!

DICK: Me! But I don’t even know you!

KING RAT: Then allow me to introduce myself. I’m King Rat, the evilest, rattiest rat in all Ratdom!

DICK: King Rat?

KING RAT: That’s what I just said, cloth-ears! My rat subjects are everywhere. In the dustbins, under the floorboards, in the drains. Not to mention the kitchens of this here theatre. So, I wouldn’t eat anything that looks like it contains raisins if I were you.

DICK: Thanks for the warning, but why do you hate me when we’ve never met?

KING RAT: Because you have a cat, and I hate cats and anybody who owns them. And yours is a particularly mangy specimen.

PUSS: How very dare you, I’m a well-groomed feline I am! I lick myself from tip to toe every morning.

KING RAT: And they call us rats disgusting.

DICK: You want to watch it you know, Puss here is the best ratcatcher in the business, and he could gobble you up in a flash.

KING RAT: Oh, meow, I’m really scared. I’d advise you to head back to the sticks and take your smelly cat with you, before I destroy you both! [exits SL]

DICK: Perhaps London’s not as friendly as I thought Puss, let’s head home.

PUSS: Suits me, I didn’t want to come here in the first place.

Music cue 4: Enter Bowbells [SR]

BOWBELLS: Stop right there Dick Whittington!

DICK: How did you know my name?

BOWBELLS: It’s written on the side of your suitcase, Dick.

DICK: Oh, yeah. And who are you then?

BOWBELLS: I’m Fairy Bowbells, and I’m here to help you realise your dream.

DICK: You’re going to help me win the lottery?

BOWBELLS: No Dick, I’m going to help you become Lord Mayor.

DICK: Of Gloucester? Great!

BOWBELLS: No, London.

DICK: Even better! Will I get to wear one of those funny hats?

BOWBELLS: I think it comes with the job, Dick.