Scrooge The Panto



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Charles Dicken’s Scrooge, is given the panto treatment in this version of the well-loved story. Set in Scrooge’s factory, it follows the rotten behaviour of mean old Scrooge, towards his downtrodden staff.

After two charity workers appear and cause Scrooge to suffer a near-fatal heart attack by asking for money, it seems that nothing will ever change Scrooge from being the meanest man in London.

But when his cook, Jan Butty bumps into the ghost of Scrooge’s late partner Jacob Marley, strange things begin to happen which will result in the transformation of Scrooge.


10 principals plus many small and cameo roles. Plenty of scope for doubling or even trebling up, meaning a much smaller cast required than might first appear.


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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[plenty of scope for doubling/trebling up]
Charity Workers
Ghosts of Past/Present/Future
Paper Boy
Young Scrooge
Katy Cratchit
Susan Cratchit
Charles Dickens
Dancers; Workers; Mourners; Guests; Schoolkids; etc.




Music cue 1: Bob Cratchit and Workers. After song ends…Exit Workers [SL]

Music cue 2: Enter Jan Butty [SR] pushing on a tea-trolley with a large teapot, cups and saucers, plates of sandwiches and a small, gift-wrapped box.

JAN BUTTY: Hello boys and girls! I’m Jan Butty, and I’m the canteen lady here at Scrooge and Marley’s Moneylenders. Although there’s just old Scrooge now, because Marley died seven years ago. Scrooge also has a side-line in selling stuff confiscated by bailiff’s from people who can’t pay him back, and it’s all processed here. [shouts] Tea’s up! Come and get it while it’s still hot!

Enter Bob Cratchit and three Workers [SL]

CRATCHIT: I’m gagging for a nice strong cuppa, Jan.

WORKER 1: Then you’re wasting your time drinking Jan’s. It’s weaker than gnat’s water.

JAN BUTTY: Blame old Scrooge. He only allows me one teabag per week, and I have to keep drying it out and re-using it.

WORKER 2: You’d think he’d make an exception for Christmas.

JAN BUTTY: There’s more chance of a politician telling the truth than that happening.

CRATCHIT: I sometimes think Mr Scrooge hates Christmas.

WORKER 3: [scans trolley] Don’t you have any milk, Jan?

JAN BUTTY: No, I have a phobia about milk. The last time I tried drinking it I almost died.

WORKER 3: Why, what happened?

JAN BUTTY: The cow sat on me.

WORKER 1: What sort of sandwiches have you got, Jan?

JAN BUTTY: What sort would you like?

WORKER 1: The sort that’s made of bread.

JAN BUTTY: Very funny.

WORKER 2: I’d like a bacon sarnie.

JAN BUTTY: Sorry, bacon’s off.

WORKER 2: How come?

JAN BUTTY: The butcher backed into his bacon slicer and got a little behind with the order. Have a ham sandwich instead.

WORKER 2: Thanks. [bites sandwich] Owah! There’s something hard in this sandwich. [takes out a set of false teeth] False teeth!

JAN BUTTY: I wondered where my best pair had gone.

WORKER 2: That’s the first time my food’s ever bitten back.

WORKER 3: I’d like a cheese sandwich please, Jan.

JAN BUTTY: What kind of cheese would you like?

WORKER 1: Have you got any Gorgonzola?

JAN BUTTY: Strangely enough, I do. Here you are.

WORKER 3: Thanks Jan. What’s this? [opens sandwich and takes out an old sock]

JAN BUTTY: It’s one of Scrooge’s old socks. I must’ve forgotten to take it out.

CRATCHIT: Why did you leave a smelly old sock in a cheese sandwich, Jan?

JAN BUTTY: Well, how else do you think they make Gorgonzola?

WORKER 3: I can’t eat that!

JAN BUTTY: How about a peanut butter sarnie instead?

WORKER 1: You remind me of peanut butter, Jan.

JAN BUTTY: Is that because I’m smooth and tasty?

WORKER 1: No, it’s because you’re thick and nutty.

Workers laugh.

JAN BUTTY: Flaming cheek!

WORKER 2: We work hard Jan, and we’re entitled to a decent cuppa and edible food.

JAN BUTTY: Then I suggest you take it up with your union rep.

CRATCHIT: I don’t think that’s a good idea Jan.

JAN BUTTY: Why not?

CRATCHIT: Every time we elect a union rep, Mr Scrooge immediately sacks them.

JAN BUTTY: And who’s your current union rep?

WORKERS: Bob Cratchit!

CRATCHIT: Sssshh! Not so loud, Mr Scrooge might hear you.

JAN BUTTY: Whatever happened to power to the workers?

CRATCHIT: I can’t afford to get sacked Jan. I’m still paying Mr Scrooge back for a loan he let me have to buy a new crutch for Tiny Tim.

JAN BUTTY: The miserable swine! Do you know he even threatened to evict me last week.

CRATCHIT: Be fair Jan, you did pay your rent in gold chocolate coins.

WORKER 3: How come you paid old Scrooge with chocolate gold coins, Jan?

JAN BUTTY: I was hoping he wouldn’t notice them amongst all the real ones on his desk.

CRATCHIT: Who’s the present for Jan?

JAN BUTTY: It’s a secret Bob, and I’m just looking for somewhere safe to leave it to stop anybody peeking at it. I know. [places it front of curtains DSL] There, now you lot can keep an eye on it for me.

CRATCHIT: Sorry Jan, we’re going to be too busy packing stuff. Why don’t you ask this lot…[indicates audience]…to watch it for you instead?

JAN BUTTY: What a good idea. [to audience] Will you look after this prezzie and warn me if anybody goes near it? Now, what shall I get you to shout out?

CRATCHIT: How about something Christmassy?

JAN BUTTY: Like what?

CRATCHIT: Baubles!

JAN BUTTY: No, it sounds a bit rude.

CRATCHIT: Crackers!

JAN BUTTY: I am not!

CRATCHIT: I meant crackers as in, Christmas crackers?

JAN BUTTY: Perfect! [to audience] Just shout Crackers, and I’ll come running, okay?

CRATCHIT: Let’s have a practice Jan. You go off, and I’ll pretend I’m about to nick it.

JAN BUTTY: Okay, Bob. [exits SR]