Friday, September 18, 2009

The Flyer Family

Lights up on the home of the Flyer Family. The house is designed as a cutaway, so we can see into all the rooms. It is morning. An alarm clock goes off in MOM and DAD's room. A hand stiffles the alarm. DAD springs up. (note: the Flyer Family sings unless otherwise noted.)

DAD
OH, THIS MORNING IS A PRETTY ONE!

FAMILY (springing from their beds)
A PRETTY ONE!

MOM
IT'S SHAPING UP TO BE A GOOD DAY!

FAMILY
A GOOD DAY!

SON
AND IT'LL BE A GOOD NIGHT, FAR AS I CAN SEEEEEEEEEEEEE

DAUGHTER
OH I LOVE MY LIFE IN THE FLYER FAMILY.

Musical interlude. The family goes downstairs to the kitchen.

MOM
I'LL PUT THE COFFEE ON!

SON goes to the front door, opens it, and picks up a flyer.

SON
LOOK, FAMILY, A FLYER!

FAMILY
A FLYER, A FLYER, FOR THE FLYER FAMILY!

The family gathers around.

DAUGHTER
WHAT DOES IT SAY? WHAT DOES IT SAY?

DAD (slowly)
CHINA.....GOURMET....GARDEN....TAKEOUT AND DINING!!!!!

DAUGHTER (spoken)
Can we please?

DAD and MOM look at each other knowingly.

Musical swell.

MOM (spoken)
Hope everyone's hungry!

FAMILY
OH IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER ADVENTURE!!!!!!!

DAD (spoken)
Onward......to CHINA GOURMET GARDEN TAKEOUT AND DINING!!!

Lights change and a dream ballet takes place. Four chinese SERVERS come out and dance with the individual members of the FLYER FAMILY. The SERVERS then leap across the stage, crossing each other, with ribbons running out behind them. Eventually the ballet begins to fade back to the set of the FAMILY's house, now nighttime. MOM and DAD are tucking in SON and DAUGHTER.

The music is soft and lullabyish.

MOM
WHAT A NIGHT

DAD
WE'LL REMEMBER IT FOREVER

MOM
THE MOON IS GOING TO BED

DAD
SO LET'S GO TOGETHER

They get into bed.

SON
LIFE, I LOVE YOU SO. I HAVE ALL MY HEART DESIRES....

DAUGHTER
OH IT'S BECAUSE OF THE MIRACLE OF

FAMILY
FLYYYYYYYEERRRRRRRS!

MOM and DAD turn off their light. Music pulls back to a delicate music box sound.

DAUGHTER
IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THE MIRACLE OF FLYYYYYYYEERRRRRRRS.

BLACKOUT.

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