Scene 1
Fairy Godmother: I was assigned to Cinderella when her father passed away. Between you
and me I don't think it was an accident that his car went over a cliff. She was the most
difficult teenager I have ever met. Don't believe me do you? *laughs* Very well, I'll show
you. *Waves Wand.....disappears* *Phone Rings*
Cinderella: (Voice) Someone get that! I said get the phone! Lazy wenches! *Exaspertaed
sigh.....enters* Hello!
Voice #1: Hello? Is this the Blake residence?
Cinderella: (sarcastically) No, it's Pizza Hut-of course it's the Blake residence-you dialed
that phone number, didn't you?
Voice #1: (stutters) Well...yes
Cinderella: And for your information we do not want to switch long distance phone
companies, we do not need any credit cards and if anything was broke we'd call you.
Voice #1: (snidely) So you'd call the morgue, eh?
Cinderella: What? Come again?
Voice #1: This is the city morgue. If we could speak to the lady of the house, we'd inform
her that a Mr. Blake was here.
Cinderella: My father's visiting the morgue?
Voice #1: I suppose you could say that...although we're missing a few parts.
Cinderella: Parts of what?
Voice #1: ... His body- there was a lot of it to go around. 340 lbs worth.
Cinderella: How dare you insult my father. He may be a little overweight, but he is my
father. You just can't go insulting him like that. I should have you fired, you insensitive
jerk. 64% of all Americans are overweight, and I'll bet you cover about 12% of that. So
there... ah... he's in the morgue.... in.... pieces? Does that mean...
Voice #1: I am so sorry (quickly covered snicker)...
Cinderella: What happened?
Voice #1: Your father, I believe you said, has had an unfortunate accident involving a cliff.
Cinderella: Oh no, Daddy fell while rock climbing?
Voice #1: Rock climbing, that man couldn't have climbed a pebble! No, he drove off the
side of the cliff. Investigators think he fell asleep at the wheel.
Cinderella: A CLIFF?! Daddy drove the rolls Royce off a CLIFF?! WHAT was he
THINKING?!
Voice #1: Probably "OH MY GOD!"
Cinderella: Is he OK?
Voice #1: We've been over this- he's dead!
Cinderella: Not Daddy! The car!
Voice #1: But you said "he"
Cinderella: Of course I said he. Everbody who's anybody names their car. Obviously that
makes you a nobody.
Voice #1: Yes, I am. Nobody's perfect...
*Enter Ana, Ella, and Martha*
Ana: Wow. I'm suprised. The little wench managed to pick up her well padded rump and
answer the phone.
Cinderella: 64% of all Americans are overweight and....
Voice #1: Oh no. Not THIS again!
Cinderella: *Slams phone onto hook*
Martha: Who was that?
Cinderella: The morgue! Daddy's driven off a CLIFF!
Ella and Ana: *Simultaniously*
Ella: Is he all right?
Ana: Is the rolls Royce OK?
Cinderella: The car is gone
Ana: May it rest in peace.
Ella: But Dad- is he all right?
Cinderella: He's dead you idiot.
Martha: Now now, Cinderella, darling, name calling... even when justified.... is
inappropriate for young ladies of your stature.
Cinderella: I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL ME THAT!!! My name is Cindy. CINDY!
*exit...loudly exit Cindy
Scene 2
Fairy Godmother: In all my years, I had never seen such a spectacle. Honestly, I had a
mind to go demand a re-assignment at once. But I had never given up on a case yet, no
matter the difficulty. I thought with a little patience and understanding, I could get through
to Cindy's inner beauty. Little did I know, the only way to get in her heart is with a
scalpel.
Fairy Godmother: I was assigned to Cinderella when her father passed away. Between you
and me I don't think it was an accident that his car went over a cliff. She was the most
difficult teenager I have ever met. Don't believe me do you? *laughs* Very well, I'll show
you. *Waves Wand.....disappears* *Phone Rings*
Cinderella: (Voice) Someone get that! I said get the phone! Lazy wenches! *Exaspertaed
sigh.....enters* Hello!
Voice #1: Hello? Is this the Blake residence?
Cinderella: (sarcastically) No, it's Pizza Hut-of course it's the Blake residence-you dialed
that phone number, didn't you?
Voice #1: (stutters) Well...yes
Cinderella: And for your information we do not want to switch long distance phone
companies, we do not need any credit cards and if anything was broke we'd call you.
Voice #1: (snidely) So you'd call the morgue, eh?
Cinderella: What? Come again?
Voice #1: This is the city morgue. If we could speak to the lady of the house, we'd inform
her that a Mr. Blake was here.
Cinderella: My father's visiting the morgue?
Voice #1: I suppose you could say that...although we're missing a few parts.
Cinderella: Parts of what?
Voice #1: ... His body- there was a lot of it to go around. 340 lbs worth.
Cinderella: How dare you insult my father. He may be a little overweight, but he is my
father. You just can't go insulting him like that. I should have you fired, you insensitive
jerk. 64% of all Americans are overweight, and I'll bet you cover about 12% of that. So
there... ah... he's in the morgue.... in.... pieces? Does that mean...
Voice #1: I am so sorry (quickly covered snicker)...
Cinderella: What happened?
Voice #1: Your father, I believe you said, has had an unfortunate accident involving a cliff.
Cinderella: Oh no, Daddy fell while rock climbing?
Voice #1: Rock climbing, that man couldn't have climbed a pebble! No, he drove off the
side of the cliff. Investigators think he fell asleep at the wheel.
Cinderella: A CLIFF?! Daddy drove the rolls Royce off a CLIFF?! WHAT was he
THINKING?!
Voice #1: Probably "OH MY GOD!"
Cinderella: Is he OK?
Voice #1: We've been over this- he's dead!
Cinderella: Not Daddy! The car!
Voice #1: But you said "he"
Cinderella: Of course I said he. Everbody who's anybody names their car. Obviously that
makes you a nobody.
Voice #1: Yes, I am. Nobody's perfect...
*Enter Ana, Ella, and Martha*
Ana: Wow. I'm suprised. The little wench managed to pick up her well padded rump and
answer the phone.
Cinderella: 64% of all Americans are overweight and....
Voice #1: Oh no. Not THIS again!
Cinderella: *Slams phone onto hook*
Martha: Who was that?
Cinderella: The morgue! Daddy's driven off a CLIFF!
Ella and Ana: *Simultaniously*
Ella: Is he all right?
Ana: Is the rolls Royce OK?
Cinderella: The car is gone
Ana: May it rest in peace.
Ella: But Dad- is he all right?
Cinderella: He's dead you idiot.
Martha: Now now, Cinderella, darling, name calling... even when justified.... is
inappropriate for young ladies of your stature.
Cinderella: I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL ME THAT!!! My name is Cindy. CINDY!
*exit...loudly exit Cindy
Scene 2
Fairy Godmother: In all my years, I had never seen such a spectacle. Honestly, I had a
mind to go demand a re-assignment at once. But I had never given up on a case yet, no
matter the difficulty. I thought with a little patience and understanding, I could get through
to Cindy's inner beauty. Little did I know, the only way to get in her heart is with a
scalpel.