The Grinch The Panto



  • Full name of Group (no acronyms and no own name): *

  • Your position within your Group (e.g. producer): *

  • Name of Venue: *

Product total

Options total

Grand total

SKU: ThegrinchthepantoPS Category:



The Grinch has been banished from the town of Whoville, but he eventually returns to wreak his revenge.

Armed with the Harry Potter Big Book Of Magic Spells and masquerading as Santa Claus, he sets out to cause mayhem and ruin Christmas. Santa enlists the Snow Queen’s help, to save Christmas. However, the Grinch is finally won over by the wide-eyed innocence of a kind young girl, and a little help from the Spirit of Christmas.

A parody of the famous character created by Dr Seuss, woven into a traditional British-style pantomime.


8 principals plus several smaller roles, some cameo roles 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.


Our pantomimes all come with a full, suggested songs, music cues and SFX list.


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

Free Sample




Snow Queen
Pizza Courier
Dancers; Elves; Who’s; Echoes; Bats; Imps; Chuckleleers; etc.




Music cue 2: Chorus. After song ends…

Enter Annie [SR]

ANNIE: Good morning everybody!

CHORUS: Good morning Annie!

ANNIE: Is everybody looking forward to Christmas day?

CHORUS: Yes Annie!

ANNIE: Have you made out your present lists for Santa?

CHORUS: Yes Annie!

ANNIE: Well, I hope you all get what you’ve asked for.

Music cue 3: Enter Nora [SL] with a shopping bag full of presents.

ANNIE: Hello, Aunt Nora. Have you been out Christmas shopping?

NORA: Yes, and I’ve bought some lovely presents for your Aunt Flo’s kids.

ANNIE: What did you get them?

NORA: Electric hair clippers, a cordless drill and a home waxing kit.

ANNIE: What made you buy those things for little children?

NORA: They were on offer. Anyway, I’m sure the little dears will find some use for them.

ANNIE: That’s what I’m afraid of. Luckily they can rely on Santa for some sensible gifts.

NORA: Santa!? [laughs] Don’t make me laugh, Annie.

ANNIE: Don’t you believe in Santa, Aunt Nora?

NORA: Is snow white? Santa is just a filament of people’s imaginations.

ANNIE: I bet everybody here…[indicates audience]…believes in Santa.

NORA: And I bet they don’t.

ANNIE: Then let’s find out shall we. Boys and girls, on the count to three I want everybody who believes in Santa to shout Santa, as loud as you can.

NORA: And those who don’t believe in Santa shout, Christmas crackers!

ANNIE: Ready? After three. One…two…three!

NORA: I won!

ANNIE: Rubbish, there were far more shouts for Santa.

NORA: Give over, most of them are crackers.

Enter Mayor [SL]

MAYOR: Good morning ladies and a merry Christmas to you both.

ANNIE: Merry Christmas Mr Mayor.

NORA: Hello Cecil. [toying with his chain] If I pulled your chain, would you flush?

MAYOR: [slaps her hand away] Stop playing with my regalia!

NORA: I never touched your regalia.

MAYOR: [hands a letter to Nora] This is for you.

NORA: [excited] Is it a special marriage licence!?

MAYOR: No, it’s an exclusion order.

NORA: You mean, it excludes other women from bothering you?

MAYOR: No, just you.

NORA: Don’t you find me strangely attractive, Cecil?

MAYOR: No, I find you strange and unattractive.

NORA: But I have everything a man could ever want.

MAYOR: You mean, a hairy chest, bulging biceps and a thick moustache?

NORA: I like a man with a sense of humour.

MAYOR: And I like a woman with a sense of shape.

NORA: Then you’re in luck, because I have the perfect shape.

MAYOR: For a blancmange perhaps.

NORA: You remind me of that handsome actor, Leonardo De Caprio.

MAYOR: And you remind me of a box of chocolates.

NORA: Is that because I’m sweet and tasty?

MAYOR: No, it’s because by the time I get to the bottom, I feel sick.

NORA: I never eat chocolate. [posing] I like to watch my figure.

MAYOR: It must be like watching a horror movie unfolding.

NORA: I could go off you.

MAYOR: [pleads] When!?

NORA: [holds mistletoe over Mayor] Would you like to kiss me under the mistletoe?

MAYOR: I wouldn’t kiss you under general anaesthetic.

NORA: Either way you’d discover I’m a knockout. [coughs roughly]

ANNIE: That’s a nasty cough, Nora.

NORA: I always seem to get a sore throat at Christmas, Annie.

ANNIE: Have you seen a doctor about it?

NORA: Yes, I have.

ANNIE: And what did they say?

NORA: They said I was suffering from Tinsleitis. [laughs to audience] Tinsleitis? Oh, please yourselves.

ANNIE: Have you posted your letter to Santa yet, Mr Mayor?

MAYOR: Yes Annie, I sent it off to the North Pole ages ago.

NORA: If you ask me, you both want your heads testing.

ANNIE: Aunt Nora doesn’t believe in Santa.

MAYOR: Then perhaps this will convince her. [produces a letter and reads] To all Whovillers young and old. I’ve looked at my list and checked it twice, and I promise to deliver all the presents you’ve asked for this year. Yours truly, Santa. Ho-ho-ho! P.S. I love mince pies and the reindeer love carrots. There you are Nora, proof positive that Santa really does exist.

NORA: Well, he won’t be coming down my chimney.

ANNIE: What makes you so sure, Nora?

NORA: I live in a flat.

MAYOR: Santa has a magic key that will open any door.

NORA: So, do I And it’s called a gold credit card. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some serious shopping to do.

ANNIE: Christmas isn’t all about shopping, Nora.

NORA: You could’ve fooled me. Now, come and help me in the good old Christmas tradition of maxing-out credit cards. I’ll see you later Cecil.