Panto On The Prairie



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Calamity Jane, emigrates from England to the American Wild West and ends up being kidnapped by a band of Mexican bandits. They are working for Geronimo, who plans to unseat the fast-food hi-tech loving, Chief Talking Bull and start an uprising. Geronimo also has his eye set on marrying the Chief’s daughter Pocahontas, who is in love with Texas Ranger Clint Westwood. But an unlikely alliance between the Mexican bandits, outlaws Angelina and Jolie Pitt and Clint Westwood, ultimately defeats him. A rollicking, fast-paced Wild West panto that will have your customers yee-hawing for more.


13 principals, plus several lines for minor roles. Also a pantomime horse and a bear.


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.


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


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

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Calamity Jane
The Milky Bar Kid
Chief Talking Bull
Clint Westwood
Old Timer
El Guapo
Lightning (a horse)
Chorus/Minor roles
Candy Barr
Saloon Girls
Saloon Customers
Pizza delivery person
Grizzly Bear, Forest Animals, etc.

Scene One

The Golden Garter Saloon

Candy Barr stands behind bar. Music cue 2: Customers. After song ends…Customers can stand or sit at tables. There are saloon doors (SR & SL) through which actors enter and exit.

Enter The Milky Bar Kid (SR)

M.B.K Hiya folks! Welcome to the town of Sleepy Hollow. We’ve got one store, one saloon and a blacksmith. Who is also the vet, barber and dentist all rolled into one. Last week he got a bit confused and ended up shoeing the Mayor, worming the Sheriff and fitting dental braces on a horse. My name is Aloysius, but everybody calls me The Milky Bar Kid, on account of my liking for the white stuff. So, every time I come on and shout, hiya folks! I want you all to shout back, it’s The Milky Bar Kid! Will you do that? (response) Let’s have a practice then. (exits and re-enters) Hiya folks! (repeat until happy) Here you go! (distributes some small Milky Bars and then goes up to the bar) Set ’em up Candy, the drinks are on me!

Candy Sure thing Kid. The usual fer ya?

M.B.K Yeah and make it a double this time.

Candy What’s the celebration, Kid?

M.B.K My rich aunt from England is arriving on the next stagecoach, and I’m expecting a substantial amount of cash from the old gal.

Candy People from England usually have rich American relatives. Not the other way round.

M.B.K Well, not in my case. I can never seem to get my hands on any money. I’ve dreamt of it, gambled for it. I’ve even begged for it.

Old Timer Have you ever you tried working for it? (hoikes and spits towards wing SL)

SFX: Ding sound of spit hitting a spittoon.

M.B.K Ugggh! You said the W word.

Candy How ya gonna pay for all these drinks, Kid?

M.B.K Don’t worry Candy. Aunt Calamity will pick up my tab.

Candy Let’s hope so. Otherwise you’ll need somebody to pick you up.

M.B.K Listen to this telegram she sent me. (takes out a telegram) Dear Aloysius…

Customers fall about laughing.

Old Timer Aloysius! What sorta name is that for a rough, tough, rooting-tooting-shooting cowboy? (hoikes and spits)

SFX: Ding sound.

M.B.K (bashful) Shucks, I ain’t no rough, tough, rooting-tooting-shooting cowboy?

Candy (passing him a glass of milk) Here is your milk, Kid.

Customer 1 No. You’re more of a dairy-cow boy.

Customer 2 How come you don’t like booze, Kid?

M.B.K It gives me wind and the froth gets up my nose. Now, if you don’t mind. I’ll finish reading my telegram. (reading) Dear Al…nephew. Arriving today on the ten o’clock stage-stop-looking forward to sharing lots of wealth with you-stop. Your loving aunt, Calamity Jane. What did I tell you? She’s loaded with cash and I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

Enter Angelina and Jolie (SL) Angelina wears a bandana over her face.

Customer 3 It’s the Pitt Gang!

Angelina Okay everybody, reach! (customers feign barfing) I said reach, not retch!

Jolie Maybe they really are sick, Angelina.

Customer 4 Yeah! Sick of bein’ robbed!

Sheriff (to robbers) If you ask me, you gals are headin’ fer a heap’a trouble. Take my advice and clear out while you still can.

Angelina (threatening) When we want your advice Sheriff, we’ll ask for it!

Sheriff (scared) Okay, then. Just let me know when you want it. (sits)

Candy Are you a man or a mouse, Sheriff?

Sheriff Pass me some cheese an’ I’ll tell ya.

Angelina All right everybody, hand over your wallets!

Old Timer Get lost! (hoikes and spits)

SFX: Ding sound.

Angelina Show ‘em we mean business, Jolie.

Jolie Right, you’ve asked for this. (draws a banana out of her holster and points it)

Candy (laughs) She’s totin’ a banana!

Jolie Yeah an’ I ain’t afraid to use it.

Angelina (lowers her bandana) Why on earth did you bring a banana to a hold up?

Jolie You told me to.

Angelina Oh no, I didn’t!

Jolie Oh yes, you did. I distinctly heard you say, bring a banana.

Angelina I said bring a…(tugs at hers)…bandanna, you idiot!

Jolie Sorry Angelina, but both words sound very similar.

All laugh.

Angelina (pulls gun) Stop laughing and hand over your cash! We ain’t got all day!

Jolie Yeah, we’ve got other jobs on you know.

M.B.K Let me guess. You’re going to hold up the bank with a mango!

Angelina That’s it! I’m gonna fill you all so full of lead, they’ll be able to sharpen your heads and use you as pencils! (pulls trigger – gun clicks) What’s the matter with this thing? (Jolie whispers) What do you mean you took the bullets out to clean them?

Jolie Well, they were dirty.

Angelina So, what?

Jolie So if you shot anybody, they might get a nasty infection.

Angelina Well, once I’ve put those nice shiny bullets back in my gun. The first person I’m gonna shoot, is you!

Jolie Owherrr! (runs off SR with Angelina in hot pursuit)

Calamity (off) ‘Ere! Mind where you’re poking that banana! (enters SR carrying a pile of luggage, which hides her face) Some people weren’t born with manners!

Old Timer You’re telling me. (hoikes and spits)

SFX: Ding sound.

Calamity Now, where’s that nephew of mine?

M.B.K Aunt Calamity?

Calamity Is that you Aloysius?

M.B.K Yes, auntie.

Calamity Come here nephew. I have something substantial to give you.

M.B.K (to others) I told you she was loaded, didn’t I?

Calamity I sure am. And I’m going to hand the lot over to you.

M.B.K (holds arms out) I’m ready when you are auntie.

Calamity Here you are then. (unloads all her luggage onto him)

Customers (all cringe at her looks) Ugggh!

Sheriff What an ugly lookin’ critter!

Old Timer She’s gotta’ a face like a constipated mule!

M.B.K Is this all you have for me, auntie?

Calamity No, there’s my handbag as well. (puts handbag on top of the pile)

M.B.K collapses under the weight and then scrambles to his feet.

Calamity What a journey it’s been. Ten minutes into it, the stage’s suspension went. (rubbing her bottom) And soon afterwards mine went. And to top it all, we were ambushed by a horde of screaming Indians.

Customer Sioux?

Calamity Darn right I’ll sue. I’ll take ‘em for every penny they’ve got.

M.B.K At least you’re okay, auntie.

Calamity Yes, but I’m still very distraught. I’ve heard stories about lust-filled braves, dragging genteel women like myself into their tepee’s. In order to satisfy their primitive urges.

M.B.K But they didn’t touch you, auntie.

Calamity I know! Why do you think I’m so distraught? Now, there’s something I need to discuss with you nephew.

M.B.K Does it involve money?

Calamity As a matter of fact, it does.

M.B.K I knew it! (rubbing his hands) How much, auntie?

Calamity Five dollars.

M.B.K Five dollars!?

Calamity Yes. Only I need pay the stagecoach driver and I’m flat bust.

Old Timer (ogling her chest) Oh, I wouldn’t say that.

M.B.K You want me to lend you, five dollars?

Calamity Just until I get on my feet again.

M.B.K You mean, you aren’t rich?

Calamity Me! Rich? That’s a laugh. I had to sell everything I owned, in order to buy a third-class ticket, aboard a tramp steamer to Boston. (elicit audience sympathy) And I had to stoke the boiler all the way there, to pay for my meals. When I say meals. It was only a bowl of watery soup, with two lumps of coal thrown in for roughage. (laughs) I’m only joking. (to audience) Did you really believe they gave me two lumps of coal in a bowl of watery soup to eat? No…it was only one lump.

M.B.K But what about your letters telling me all about your stately home in the country? What was your estate called again? Oh yes…Yorkshire!

Calamity I might’ve exaggerated a little. But your father was always bragging about how many goldmines he owned. And I didn’t want to seem like a poor relative.

M.B.K Dad didn’t own any goldmines!

Calamity He didn’t?

M.B.K No!

Calamity Why the two-faced, lying, low-down, no good, bragger!

Old Timer It obviously runs in the family. (hoikes and spits)

SFX: Ding sound.

Calamity So, what does he do then?

M.B.K He doesn’t do anything.

Calamity You mean, he’s on the dole?

M.B.K No, he’s underground.

Calamity So, he does own a goldmine after all! I knew you were only teasing me. Where is he then?

Candy He’s underneath your very feet.

Calamity You mean, his goldmine runs right underneath this saloon? Let me see if I can hear him. (puts her ear to floor) I can’t hear anything. I’ll try shouting him. (shouts to floor) Hello Albert! It’s me, Calamity Jane!

Old Timer You’ll have to shout louder than that.

Calamity Why? Is he a little deaf?

Candy No, he’s a little dead.

Calamity (stands in horror) Dead! What do you mean, dead?

Candy You tell me your definition of dead, and we’ll see if it matches mine.

Calamity But you said he was underneath my very feet!

Candy He is. He spent that much time in here, he wanted his ashes buried under the floorboards after he died.

Calamity (emotional) My poor one and only brother – gone. Music cue 3:

M.B.K But I thought you had three brothers, auntie.

Calamity Yes, but he was the only poor one. So, what did he die of?

M.B.K Alcohol.

Calamity You mean, he drank himself to death?

M.B.K No, a brewery wagon fell on top of him.

Calamity Poor Albert. Still, at least I have the comfort of knowing he died a quick death.

Old Timer Not really. He was trapped by the legs and took almost four hours to die.

Calamity Four hours! How come nobody dragged him out from underneath the wagon?

Sheriff ‘Cos he pulled his gun and wouldn’t let anyone near him, until he’d lapped up all the spilt whiskey.

SFX: Gunshots and general commotion.

Enter Townie at a run (SR)

Townie Sheriff! Come quick! The Hole In The Wall gang, are shootin’ up the town!

Sheriff I think I left the jailhouse door open. I’d better go and check. (exits SL)

Calamity Well? Isn’t anybody going to sort out those ruffians?

M.B.K No sense in annoying them auntie, they might cut up rough.

Calamity Well, if you lot won’t then I will.

Customer Would you like to borrow ma gun, ma’am?

Calamity Listen mate. I was brought up on…(local rough area) It’ll take more than a bunch of outlaws waving their big weapons about, to frighten me. (exits USR)

M.B.K This, I must see.

Old Timer Me too.

Exit all (SR)

Enter Mexican Bandits (SL) shooting their guns and whooping.

Bandits Aribba-arriba! Undelay-undelay! Eeeha!

El Guapo Hang up the piñata’s, break out the tortilla chips and open a barrel of tequila! El Guapo and hees gang are back in town and ready to paaarty! Music cue 4: (Bandits do a short burst of Mexican dancing)

Dolores (looks around the empty saloon) Where is everybody?

Manuela I said we should have gone to Las Vegas, instead of this one-horse town.

Dolores This ain’t no one horse town, stoopid!

Manuela What makes you say that?
Dolores Because we’ve left three horses outside for starters.

Manuela Shut up, you silly mare.

El Guapo Speaking of silly mares, where is Julio?

Dolores He was still getting ready when we left the hideout.

Enter Julio (SL) dressed as Jack Sparrow from Pirates Of The Caribbean.

Julio Sorry I’m late. I had a bit of trouble with these hair braids. (the others stare open-mouthed) Why are you all staring at me like that? Has my mascara run?

El Guapo Why are you dressed as a Pirate?

Julio How else should I dress for Pirates Of The Caribbean?

Dolores This isn’t Pirates Of The Caribbean!

Julio Isn’t it?

Others No!

Julio Are you sure?

Others Yes!

Manuela This is Panto On The Prairie! Pirates Of The Caribbean is next year, you dork!

Julio But I’ve been up all night learning my lines for Pirates Of The Caribbean. I don’t know the lines for Panto On The Prairie.

Dolores Then you’ll just have to use a script. (turns to SL) Excuse me, but could we have a script please?

A script is thrown onstage.

Julio Cheers! (picks up script) What page are we on?

Manuela Page seven, halfway down.

Julio Okay, I’ve found it (laughs) This is really funny. I wish I’d learnt it now.

El Guapo I think you’ve been given the wrong script.

Julio So, we’re all Mexican bandits, are we?

Bandits Si! Music cue 5: (Bandits do a short burst of Mexican dancing)

Julio And which one am I playing?

Dolores You’re playing the camp one.

Julio How come I always get to play the camp one?

Manuela Because you’re always in character.

Julio (hand on hip) I don’t know what you mean. So, what do we do then?

Dolores We’re mercenaries.

Julio And what do we fight for?

El Guapo For El Presidente!

Dolores For country!

Manuela For liberty!

Julio What about money?

El Guapo Five Pesos an hour.

Julio And what do we stand for?

El Guapo We stand for Justice!

Dolores For freedom!

Manuela For old ladies on the bus!

El Guapo We stop at nothing!

Dolores We fear nothing!

Manuela We know nothing!

El Guapo We live by the gun!

Julio That’s good.

Manuela We die by the gun!

Julio That’s bad.

Dolores We live on our wits!

Julio That lets you out then. And who do we work for?

El Guapo Anybody who pays us five Pesos an hour.

Julio So, we have no scruples?

Manuela I don’t know about the others. But I had mine out when I was a bambino.

Julio (reads) It says here we join forces with Geronimo and…

Others Ssshhh!

Dolores Don’t give away the plot!

Julio Sorry. (turns page) Have you seen what happens on page twenty-three?

Manuela Give me that! (snatches script and throws it offstage)

Julio So, what are we doing now?

Dolores Saying our lines?

El Guapo (short pause) It’s your line next, Julio.

Julio Is it?

Others Yes!

Julio (pirate voice) The cannibals have us surrounded Squire, what shall we do?

Manuela Wrong panto!

Julio Well, you’re the one who chucked my script away!

El Guapo Forget the script!

Dolores Everybody else will.

El Guapo Let’s just go and see what job Geronimo wants us to do. (leads them all off SL)

Enter Calamity and the others (SR)

Calamity (dusting her hands) I doubt they’ll be bothering us again in a hurry.

Candy I’d never have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes.

M.B.K The moment Aunt Calamity showed her face. They all turned tail and ran away.

Old Timer I don’t blame ‘em.

Calamity They just needed a firm hand, that’s all. I think I’ll get ready and hit the town. What’s the nightlife like around here?

Old Timer Snakes and scorpions mostly.

Calamity And what about the food?

Old Timer Same. Snakes and scorpions mostly.

Calamity Oh, no. I couldn’t stomach that. I prefer good old Yorkshire grub.

Candy Like what?

Calamity Tripe’n’onions, black pudding and pigs trotters.

Candy Let’s show this Limey what sorta food we’ve got here, in the good ol’ US of A. (calls) Come on in girls!

Enter Saloon Girls dressed in fast food outfits. Candy and Calamity move behind bar and the rest move upstage. Music cue 6: Girls. After songs ends…

Calamity You can keep your fast food. Give me a good old British chippy, any day. (exits SL)