Jack And The Beanstalk Version 1

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Synopsis:

Merrydale is being terrorised by the Giant Blunderbore and his henchman Fleshcreep and even the King and Queen, are forced to act as rent collectors. When dairy-owner Dame Trott, can’t pay up, she sells her cow Daisy, to raise the rent money. But her son Jack is tricked into selling Daisy to Fleshcreep for a bag of beans. Daisy is taken away to the Giant’s castle in the clouds, along with Jack’s girlfriend, Jill. And somehow, Jack must find a way to rescue them before they become giant snacks.

Roles:

10 principals plus several small speaking roles and a voiceover Giant. Also a pantomime cow and a chorus.

Runtime:

All of our scripts have a runtime of approx 120 minutes, assuming that you use the full number of suggested musical numbers and not including any interval. But this is very dependent on your own production and can be edited by yourselves to suit.

Music:

All of our pantomimes come with a full, suggested songs and music cues and SFX list.

Style:

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

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Characters

Jack Trott
Dame Trott
Simon Trott
Jill
Push
Shove
King Horace
Queen Matilda
Fleshcreep
Fairy Beanstalk
Wizard
Blunderbore The Giant

Chorus/Minor Roles

Milkmaids
Gremlins
Fairies

Scene One

The Village Of Merrydale/Dame Trott’s Cottage


Typical village exterior scene depicting market day in the village square. Dame Trott’s Cottage is (USL) The Chorus dressed as Villagers are already onstage and some tend barrow-type market stalls. They perform a lively opening number. Music cue 3: Villagers. After number ends…

Jill

(sighs) If only we could be happy like this all the time. But everyday our happiness is spoiled by that horrible Giant.

Villagers

(variously) Yes! That’s true! It’s terrible!

Villager 1

But what can we do Jill?

Villager 2

We don’t want to end up as paté, on giant toast.

Villager 3

Even the King must do as he’s told.

Jill

Jack will sort the Giant out one of these days, you’ll see.

Villager 1
(laughs) Your Jack can’t even sort himself out a job.

Jill

At least he’s not afraid of the Giant.

Music cue 4: Lights dim briefly and Fleshcreep enters (SL)

Fleshcreep

So, your Jack’s not afraid of my master, eh?

Jill

No and I’m not afraid of you, Fleshcreep.

Fleshcreep
(strokes Jill’s hair) I don’t want you to be afraid of me.

Villager 2
Careful Jill. I think he’s got a soft spot for you.

Villager 3

He’s got lots of soft spots. And they’re called ‘zits!’

Villagers laugh.

Fleshcreep

Shut up, or you’ll all be sorry!

Jill
Just go away, you horrible man.

Fleshcreep grabs hold of Jill.

Villagers

(variously) Get off her! Leave her alone!

SFX: Peal of thunder.

Giant

Fe-fi-fo-fum!
I’ll chew them up like bubble gum!

Villagers cower and move away in fear.

Fleshcreep

Cower, you snivelling snot-rags! My master is the most powerful in all the land. And if Jack Trott were here, he’d quiver just like the rest of you!

Jill

Oh no, he wouldn’t!

Fleshcreep

Oh yes, he would!

Jill

Oh no, he wouldn’t!

Fleshcreep

Oh yes, he would!

Jill

Oh yes, he would!

Fleshcreep

Oh no, he wouldn’t!

Jill

I’m glad you agree.

Fleshcreep

Very clever my pretty. For now, I’ll attend to my master’s need. But I’ll be back, when he wants a feed. (exits SL laughing)

Villagers

(variously) Are you all right? Did he hurt you?

Jill

I’m fine. Now let’s go and find Jack.

All exit (SR)

Simon enters (SL)

Simon

Hiya kids! My name’s Simon, and I’m Jack Trott’s brother. I’m not as brave as our Jack, though. He’d take the on Giant, with one hand tied behind his back. But I’m sure he’d appreciate a bit of support. So, I’m forming the ‘Jack Trott Supporters Club’. Would you all like to join? (audience respond) I said, would you all like to join the Jack Trott Supporters Cub? (audience respond) Great. Our Jack will be dead chuffed.

Jack and Children enter (SR)

Jack

Hiya Simon! You haven’t seen Jill about have you?

Simon

No Jack. How long have you two been out together?

Jack

Almost a year now. (sighs) But it still only seems like yesterday, since we first met. I’m crazy about her. Music cue 5: Jack and Children. After number ends…He dismisses the Children. Run along gang and I’ll see you all later.

Children wave and exit.

Simon

Listen Jack. Seeing as you’re going to be taking on the Giant soon. I thought I’d get a few supporters to cheer you on. (indicating audience) And there they are.

Jack
(looking out) Wow!

Simon

I thought you’d be impressed.

Jack

I certainly am. I only hope they’re braver than the last lot we had in.

Simon

Oh, this lot are much braver. (to audience) Aren’t you?

Jack

Do they realise they could get mashed bashed beaten and eaten? If they get caught by the Giant?

Simon

I didn’t bother them with minor details. But they’re very keen.

Jack

(to audience) It’s nice to know you’ll all be behind me when I take on the Giant.

Simon

Yes, and I’ll be behind the lot of you. (jumps behind Jack)

Jack

(to audience) I tell you what. Whenever I come on, I’ll shout ‘hi gang.’ And I want you all to shout back, ‘hi Jack’ as loud as you can. Will you do that for me? (audience respond) I said will you do that? (audience respond) Thanks. Let’s give it a try. (exits SR then re-enters) Hi gang! (audience respond) I thought you said they were better than the last lot, Simon? I could hardly hear them.

Simon

They just need warming-up a bit. Have another go.

Jack

Ok then. (exits and re-enters) Hi gang! (audience respond) That was a bit better. But still not loud enough. We’ll have one more go. And this time I want you to raise the roof. (exits and re-enters) Hi gang! (audience respond) That was much better.

Simon

Oh, I forgot to tell you Jack. There’s been an accident at the dairy.

Jack

Don’t tell me your smelly socks have fallen into the cheese maker, again? Only the last time that happened, all the Wenslydale turned into Danish Blue.

Simon

It wasn’t the only thing that turned blue, once mum found out.

Jack

That’s true. If only people knew how that stuff was made.

Simon

Well they do now. Anyway, it’s nothing to do with my socks. One of the dairymaids slipped and hurt herself. Oh, and the new milk-float’s been delivered

Jack

Great! Let’s go and give it a test drive.

Simon

I can’t, Jack. I promised mum I’d take Daisy for a walk this morning.

Jack

Ok Simon. I’ll see you later then. (exits USR)

SFX: Loud mooing.

Simon

All right Daisy! I’m coming! (exits DSR)

Dame Trott enters (SL) with a shopping bag.

Dame Trott

(to audience) What a morning it’s been. I’ve been at the dairy since the break of Dawn. She slipped on a bit of best butter and broke her ankle. Oh, she is clumsy that Dawn. Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Dame Trott. And I run Trott’s Dairy with my two sons, Simon and Jack. The only trouble is, one’s got no get up and go. And the other one’s brain got up and went. Trott’s Dairy goes back generations. Yes. The village of Merrydale’s had the Trott’s for years. I’ve been a widow for the past ten years. (elicits audience sympathy) My late husband was a tower of strength, a pillar of the community. And a prop for the local bar. He used to always say to me. ‘What you’ve never had you’ll never miss’. So he never gave me anything. But you know, he wasn’t all bad. Just the bit between the top of his head and the soles of his feet. Our wedding day was a very emotional affair. My mother was crying. My father was crying. The vicar was crying. Even the cake was in tiers. And after the ceremony he whisked me away on a P&O cruise. Pubs and off licenses, that is. But then he tragically died in a terrible accident, whilst working on a local farm. He fell into a slurry pit and drowned. And all we found was his toupee, floating on top. I don’t think I shall ever forget the sight of, the slurry with the fringe on top. But the dairy’s been going through a sticky patch recently. I’m months behind with the rent, and the King’s coming to collect today. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m at my wits end. So, I did what every woman does when she’s at her wits end. That’s right. I went shopping. And I bought lots and lots of sweeties. Would you like some? (audience respond and distributes sweets to audience)

Simon enters (DSR)

Simon

Hi mum!

Dame Trott

Oh, hello Simon. (looks past him) Where’s Daisy?

Simon

I was hoping you could tell me.

Dame Trott

But didn’t you take her for a walk?

Simon

Yes. But on the way, I popped into a shop to buy Daisy’s favourite, Polo Mints. And when I came back out, she’d gone. Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll find her own way home.

Dame Trott

What do you think she is? A homing cow? I hope she hasn’t been kidnapped.

Simon

Don’t you mean ‘cownapped?’

Dame Trott

(to audience) Have any of you lot seen our Daisy? You can’t mistake her. She has lovely soft brown hair. A long tail at the back. And the biggest, beautifullest eyes.

Simon

Why don’t we try calling her, mum?

Dame Trott

Good idea.

Simon

After three…three!

Both

(call) Daisy! Daisy!

Dame Trott

It’s no use Simon. She obviously can’t hear us.

Simon

Then why don’t we ask Jack’s supporters club to help us call her?

Dame Trott

I didn’t know our Jack had a supporter’s club. Where are they then?

Simon

(indicating audience) There they are!

Dame Trott

(looking out) Blimey! Our Jack’s got more supporters than…(local football team)

Simon

(to audience) Come on gang, help us call Daisy. After three…one…two…three!

Both

Daisy! Daisy!

Dame Trott

(sings) #Give us your answer, do#

Daisy pokes her head through wing then disappears again.

Simon

(to audience) She’s a bit shy. Let’s try it again shall we.

Both

Daisy! Daisy!

Daisy pokes her head through again.

Dame Trott
Don’t be shy daisy. Come and say hello to all the nice boys and girls.

Villagers lead Daisy on (SL) Music cue 6: Daisy and Ensemble. After number ends…Dame Trott strokes Daisy.

Dame Trott

(to audience) I told you she was gorgeous, didn’t I? (to Simon) ‘Ere, Simon. Why’s Daisy got a bell round her neck?

Simon

‘Cos her horns don’t work. (squeezes Daisy’s horns)

SFX: Peal of thunder.

Giant

Fe-fi-fo-fum!

Daisy trembles.

Dame Trott

Stop shaking, Daisy. Otherwise all your milk will turn to butter.

Giant

Fe-fi-fo-fum!
I smell beef. Yum-yum-yum!

Dame Trott

Don’t worry, Daisy. I won’t let the Giant get his mitts on your…udders. (to Simon) Let’s take Daisy inside and give her something to calm her down.

Simon

Tranquillisers?

Dame Trott

Horlicks!

Simon

I only asked!

They exit into cottage

Villagers rush on (SR) and move to (SL)

Villagers

The Queen is coming! The Queen is coming!

Music cue 7: Push and Shove enter (SR) followed by the King and Queen.

Push

Make way for her majesty the Queen!

King tugs at Push.

Push

(sighs) And the King.

King

(waves weakly) Hello!

Queen

Don’t get familiar with the commoners, Horace.

King

Why ever not, Matti?

Queen

Because royalty should always remain aloof. (shoos Villagers) Be off with you.

Villagers exit (SR)

King

Do we have to go through with this?

Queen

Yes, we do! Dame Trott’s months behind with her rent.

King

But what if she refuses to open the door?

Shove

Then we’ll open it for her.

King

Have you got a key?

Push

We don’t need a key.

King

Then how do you expect to get in?

Shove

We’ll break the door down.

King

Isn’t that against the law?

Queen

(snaps) They are the flaming law!

Push & Shove

(saluting) Constables Push and Shove, at your service!

Push

(to King) Don’t worry your majesty. Once she sees the size of my truncheon, she’ll be only too happy to comply. (holds up his truncheon)

King

You can’t hit Dame Trott with that!

Shove

Why not? He’s always hitting me with it.

Push

Only when you annoy me. (hits Shove)

Shove

Owah! What was that for?

Push

You annoyed me just then.

Queen

Stop messing about and knock on the door.

Shove

Right’o. (knocks on cottage door)

Dame Trott

Who’s there?

Shove

Ivor!

Dame Trott

Ivor who?

Shove

Ivor warrant for your arrest!

Push knocks on cottage door.

Simon

Who’s there?

Push

Hugh!

Simon

Hugh who?

Push

Hugh open this door or we’ll break it down!

Dame Trott

(opens the window) What do you want?

Push

What have you got?

Dame Trott

Dysentery.

King

I’ve come for it, Dame Trott!

Dame Trott

If you mean the rent, we haven’t any.

King

(despairing) I knew it! (turns to go)

Queen

(pulling him back) Get back here! If we don’t collect her rent, the Giant will squash us all like flies!

King

(to audience) She’s right you know. The Giant makes the law around here.

Push

And we’re here to enforce it.

Shove

(exclaims) Have mercy, Percy!

Push

(bangs on the door) Come out, now!

Dame Trott

(shouts) All right, we’re coming!

Dame Trott and Simon enter from cottage and all move (DS)

Push

(to Dame Trott) Give us the money, honey.

Shove

Or it’s porridge for you.

Dame Trott

Porridge and honey sounds lovely. We’re so poor we’ve been eating nothing but baked beans all week.

SFX: Loud breaking wind sound.

Push

(wafting the air) I thought there was an ill wind blowing.

King

(urgently) I’m sorry Dame Trott, but I simply must have it!

Dame Trott

Listen Kingy. If I had it, you could have it. But I haven’t, so you can’t.

King

Then I’m afraid you’ll have to go to prison.

Dame Trott

(brings herself up to her full height and bellows) Prison!

King

(jumps behind the Queen) It’s not my fault. I don’t make the rules.

Queen

(drags him to the front) Stand up to her, you big girl’s blouse!

Simon

Couldn’t you give us a bit more time?

Push

How much more time do you need?

Dame Trott

About twenty-five years, should do it.

Shove

Have mercy, Percy!

Push

Why do you keep on saying that?

Shove

It’s my new catchphrase.

Push

Well it just sounds stupid.

Shove

At least I don’t look stupid

Push

You do, actually.

King

(sidles over to Dame Trott) What about a little something on account?

Dame Trott

Well I do have my pride. (slowly revealing her leg) But times are desperate.

The King moves away in horror.

Queen

He means ‘money’!

Dame Trott

No can do I’m afraid. I’m skint as a church mouse who’s just been made redundant from the cheese factory.

King

In that case. (to Push & Shove) Take her away!

Dame Trott

Lay one finger on me, and things could turn very ugly.

Shove

For you, that would be an improvement.

Push

(grabs hold of Dame Trott) Irish stew.

Dame Trott

Irish stew?

Push

Irish stew in the name of the law.

Shove

You have the right to remain silent.

Simon

If she does it’ll be a first.

Push

Anything you say will be taken down.

Dame Trott

Knickers!

All cover their mouths.

Dame Trott

What happens now?

Push

Yoghurt!

Dame Trott

Yoghurt?

Push

Yo-got-a-go to jail!

Shove

What have you to say to that?

Dame Trott

Nothing. I’m a woman of very few words.

Shove

You have a small vocabulary?

Dame Trott

Only for the constabulary.

SFX: Peal of thunder.

Giant

Fe-fi-fo-fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman!
Be he alive or be he dead!
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!

Dame Trott

Hasn’t he ever heard of Homepride?

Music cue 8: Lights dim briefly and Fleshcreep enters (SL)

Fleshcreep

(to King) Having a little trouble, your scaredship?

King
(cowers) N-n-no, Mr Fleshcreep.

Queen

Isn’t there anybody brave enough to stand up to the Giant?

Jill enters (SR)

Jill

Yes! Jack Trott!

Dame Trott

You mind your P’s and Q’s young lady. You could get our Jack into serious trouble talking like that.

Fleshcreep
Jack Trott! That snivelling little pip-squeak? My master will eat his flesh, and use his bones to pick his teeth!

Jill

Jack will bring Blunderbore to his knees. And make him say ‘pretty please’.

Dame Trott

Don’t listen to her, the poor girls deluded. If there’s one thing I’ve always taught my boys. It’s never to pick fights with fifty-foot Giants.

Jill

Jack has a supporter’s club and they’re not afraid of you either.

Fleshcreep

Where are they? My master could do with some fresh meat.

Simon

(pointing to audience) There they are!

Fleshcreep

(looks out) Bah! (threatens audience) My master will crush you,
He’ll beat you and mush you.
Then spread you on his toast,
That’s the thing he loves the most.
(to King) Have the gold ready by the time I return,
Or on Blunderbore’s barbecue, you all will burn! (exits SL laughing)

King

(shaking with fear) Ooohh! We’ll all end up as giant kebabs!

Dame Trott

Come back tomorrow your Kingship, and I’ll have the money for you.

King

Very well, Dame Trott. But this is your last chance.

Push

(to Dame Trott) Have the money by tomorrow, or else.

Shove

(to Dame Trott) Yoghurt!

Dame Trott

I know. Yo-got-a-go to jail.

Push

No. Yo-got-a one-a-more day.

Dame Trott

A shaduppa ya face.

Royal party exit (SR)

Jill

I’d better go and find Jack. This is getting serious. Bye Mrs T. (exits SR)

Simon

I’d better be off too, mum.

Dame Trott

Where are you going now?

Simon

I’m taking on a second job and I’ve got an interview I half an hour.

Dame Trott

How come you didn’t tell me this before?

Simon

I didn’t want to raise your hopes, mum.

Dame Trott

Huh!  (wryly) There’s more chance of raising the Titanic.

Simon

Wish me luck then. (exits SR)

Dame Trott

Luck? (to audience) The only luck we ever have, is bad luck. And if we don’t get some money soon, we’ll be evicted from our lovely home. (sniffs) I couldn’t bear having to walk the streets again. (Daisy moos) I’d better go and check on Daisy. See you later folks. (exits into cottage)