THE WIZARD OF WHO!!
**Prologue**
This is what happens when I allow my mind to wander off unattended. It comes back with ideas like this!!
I apologize in advance to those of you who dislike fanfics written in script format. I just feel that this story, with its subject, is best served in this form.
It's also more fun!
Scene: A busy theater filled with various Whos running about doing various jobs. One human is among them (Me, the Author! Yay!) and is talking to a group in a corner.
Me: Ok, now we all know what we're going to do here, we're going to put on a nice amusing play that everybody will want to see and all the proceeds will go to the Whoville Rebuilding Fund. We're clear on that, right?
Who Group nods.
Me: Great! Now I believe Ms Yelp has the parts and scripts printed and sorted so let's start handing them out. We'll get to the costuming later but right now I just want to iron out any problems. Hanna? As the Mayor's oldest daughter, I felt the part of Dorothy should go to you.
Hanna: Yaayy!! I'm Dorothy! I'm Dorothy! *dances*
95 other daughters: That's not fair! I want to be Dorothy! No, me! No! Me! Waaahh!!
Me: Now now, you all get parts too. We need Munchkins! Lots of Munchkins to dance around!
95 other daughters: Yaaaayy! We're Munchkins!
Me: *whew!*
Ned: Good save!
Me: Yeah. That was a close one. Sally? I think you'd be a great one to play Glinda, the Good Witch.
Ned: Oh, she's good, all right. *hugs Sally and winks at her*
Sally:*gives laugh and pushes him away* Oh Ned! Not in front of the children! Oh, I see I'll get to wear a nice fancy gown. Oooh and a crown! How nice!
Me: Mayor? You, of course, will be the Wizard!
Ned: *holds lapel of fur jacket cut lapel and strikes pose* But of course! *takes script with a noble air but then drops all the pages, scattering them over the floor* Oh darn.
Me: *shakes head but continues* Ms Yelp, you're going to be Aunty Em.
Ms Yelp: What? I'm no actress! I'm just an assistant. You didn't tell me I was going to be in this thing too.
Me: Wellll, it'll sure look good on a Whospace page. You know, a starring role?
Ms Yelp: All right. As long as I don't have to wear an apron.
Me: Got it. No apron. *makes note* Ok, let's see…..Jojo? I'm afraid this part goes to you. *hands down script.
Jojo: *studies script* What…..
Me: You're the best one for this part….
Jojo: I'm not doing it. *drops script and crosses arms stubbornly*
Me: Oh come on, Jojo. It's for Whoville after all.
Jojo: *arms still crossed* I'm not doing it.
Me: Well, then tell me who we're supposed to get for it, Finwick???
Jojo: I don't care. I'm not going to do it.
Ned: Oh come on, Jojo.
Jojo: I'm still not doing it.
Sally: Please, Jojo?
Jojo: *facepalms* But..but….but…
Ned: *walks over and places hand on Jojo's shoulder* Come on, be a good sport. Like she said, it IS for Whoville.
Jojo: *growls* Oh…oh all right. *snatches up script from floor and stalks off* I'll be Toto. Happy now?
Me: All right, now that we've got that settled. Burt from Accounting? We'd like you to be the Scarecrow.
Burt: *says nothing but holds up coffee cup in a salute as he takes script*
Me: But don't forget, scarecrows don't drink coffee. You'll have to keep that off the set. Ok…now who's next…..the Cowardly Lion….Mr Magillacuddy, would you be so kind? Ah thank you. And the role of the Tin Man goes to…the Old Man in the bathtub! But be careful not to rust!
Old Man in the Bathtub: I will be sure to make this a clean performance.
Me: I'm sure you will. Mr Chairman? I'm afraid the part of the Wicked Witch of the West goes to you.
Mr. Chairman: Wha..at? *sputters* But..but that's a woman's role! Why me?
Me: Well, you get to be mean to everybody, screech and yell a lot, plus the Wicked Witch is green and so are you. It'll be easier on the makeup department. We do have to cut corners where we can.
Mr Chairman: *sighs* Oh all right, but only because it's for Whoville! *takes script*
Jojo: Hee hee hee!
Mr Chairman: What are you laughing at?
Jojo: The Wicked Old Witch! Ha ha!
Mr Chairman: Hmph! Well, at least it's a –speaking- part, which is more than you have…OW!!!!! *grabs leg and starts hopping about* He BIT me! Mr Mayor, I demand you leash your son immediately!!!
Jojo: Grrrrrrrr!!!
Ned: Now now, take it easy, son. Keep it for the stage.
Me: Ok now. Today look over your parts, get familiar with your lines and tomorrow we'll all head over to the costume department for fitting! Thank you all for coming and I will see you then!
This looks to be a pretty long story, so stay tuned!!!