The curtain opened to reveal Cyril standing in front of his "mirror" (which was just Lloyd standing behind a frame with a piece of plexiglas stuck in it).
"Mirror, mirror on the wall," Cyril said. "Who's the richest king of all?"
"You are! You are!" Lloyd shouted. "Of course you are!"
"You'd better believe it! And who's the most powerful king of all?"
"You of course! No doubt about it!"
"Great! Great! Life just doesn't get any better than this! I'm the richest person in the kingdom, right?"
"Right."
"I'm also the most powerful person in the kingdom, right?"
"Right."
"And therefore, I must be the most adored person in the entire kingdom! Everyone loves me, right?"
"Uhh . . . . wrong."
Cyril stopped, and turned towards Lloyd. He did not look very happy.
"Wrong?" he repeated. "What do you mean wrong?!"
"Well, I hate to burst your bubble," Lloyd said. "But . . . . everyone doesn't love you. They all love . . . . Snow White."
"Snow What?!"
"Uhh, Snow White, sir. Everybody loves her."
"What's this Snow White dame got that I haven't got?"
"Well, she's kind, caring, sweet, gentle, fair . . . . and she's gotta body that just won't quit! Whoo hoo!"
Cyril shot Lloyd a dirty look. Obviously, that line was not in the script. But he let it pass, and continued on with the play.
"I'll show that girl," Cyril said. "No one will be more adored than me! It's undemocratic!"
Cyril stalked off the stage, and the curtain closed. The audience applauded. A few moments later, the curtain opened again. Cyril was sitting on his throne, and Floyd was kneeling in front of him.
"Huntspig, I have a question for you," Cyril said. "Ever hear of a dame called Snow White?"
"Oh sure!" Floyd shouted. "She's the sweetest, kindest, fairest, dearest, friendliest girl in the entire kingdom! Everybody loves her!"
"Good, good. Kill her."
Floyd looked up at Cyril, wide-eyed with shock.
"I can't do that!" he shouted. "She's just so lovable!"
"I don't care what she is!" Cyril yelled. "Everyone in the kingdom loves her more than they love me! I'm king around here! I'm the one who's supposed to be adored by all! Not this crazy dame! Take her out into the woods and kill her."
"But, sir . . . . . I don't know if I can . . . ."
"Let me put it to you another way, Huntspig. Either you kill Snow White, or I'll kill you!"
"Uhh, since you put it that way, sir . . . . one dead Snow White coming up!"
Floyd raced off the stage in a panic. Cyril smiled sneakily, and rubbed his hands together, laughing under his breath. The audience applauded, and the curtain closed. When the curtain opened again, there was a backdrop painted to look like a field. Sophia came on stage, and she began picking flowers from a prop bush the group had come up with. Floyd was right behind her, carrying a prop knife. Nervously, Floyd walked over to her, holding up the knife. Sophia turned around, saw Floyd ready to stab her, and gasped. Floyd then dropped the knife, and threw himself onto the ground.
"I can't do it!" he sobbed, as he banged his fists and kicked his legs. "I just can't do it! Waahhh-haaaahhh-haaahhh-haaahhhhh!"
"Do what?" Sophia asked.
"Oh, Snow White, please, please, please, please forgive me!" Floyd blubbered. "I don't want to do it! I really don't! But it's the king! He wants me to kill you!"
"Kill me?!" Sophia shouted, incredulously. "But why?"
"He's jealous. Everyone in the kingdom loves you, and the king wants everyone in the kingdom to love him. He thinks if he killed you, he'd be the most loved person in the kingdom. And if I don't kill you, he'll kill me! There's only one way out of this!"
"What's that?"
"Run away! Run far into the forest and never come back!"
Sophia then ran off the stage, towards the wings. Floyd ran in the opposite direction.
"I'm getting out here while the getting's good!" he shouted. "And what the king doesn't know what hurt me!"
Once the stage was clear, Boyd brought down the curtain again, and the audience applauded. When the curtain opened again, there was what looked like the interior of a cottage. The cottage of the seven Raccoons to be exact, and it was a mess. The audience heard a door open, and Sophia walked onto the stage, looking around.
"Hello?" she asked. "Is anyone home? I'm sorry to intrude like this, but I'm lost, and I need a place to stay for the night."
Sophia walked inside the house, and looked around at the mess. She began to pick the strewn clothes off the floor and furniture. Once she got all the clothes in a pile, she took a nearby broom, and began sweeping the floor.
"Whoever lives here must not have time to clean," she said. "Maybe they'll let me stay here if I cook and clean for them."
Sophia cleaned up the stage, and then yawned and stretched.
"Oh, am I sleepy!" she shouted. "I hope whoever lives here won't mind if I use their beds."
The curtain came down as Sophia exited the stage. It opened again a few moments later to a forest scene. The Seven Raccoons walked in, singing "Heigh Ho" from the Disney version of "Snow White," when Bert suddenly stopped. Ralph ran into him, Melissa ran into Ralph, Lisa ran into Melissa, Nicole ran into Lisa, George ran into Nicole, and Bentley ran into George.
"What did you stop for, Dopey?" Ralph asked.
"Duuuuhhhh," Bert said. "I forgot where we live!"
"We live that way!" both Lisa and Bentley shouted in unison, but they were pointing in different directions.
"I hope we find out which way soon," Nicole said, yawning. "It's time for my nap!"
"And I'm catching a cold," George said. "Ah-choo!"
"I know where we live," Melissa said, quietly.
"Where?" Ralph asked.
"I'm too bashful to say," Melissa said.
"Duhhh, I know!" Bert shouted. "Let's follow the Yellow Brick Road!"
"That's in the Wizard of Oz!" Bentley shouted, sounding irritated.
"Never mind," Ralph said. "Let me get in front, and I'll lead the way home. Come on, everybody. Heigh ho, heigh ho!"
The Raccoons then marched off stage, still singing "Heigh Ho." The curtain closed. When it opened again, the set revealed the interior of the Seven Raccoons' cottage. The Raccoons looked around at their now clean house in shock.
"Hey!" Bert shouted. "What happened to our mess?!"
"Do you guys think someone broke into our house?" Melissa asked.
"Only one way to find out," Ralph said. "Upstairs, everybody!"
The Seven Raccoons raced off the stage, and the curtain came down. It opened again, to a bedroom. There were seven beds in the room, and someone was occupying four of them.
"Hey, someone's been sleeping in our beds!" Bert shouted. "Maybe it's Goldilocks!"
"Shhh!" Ralph whispered. "I'll find out what it is. Cover me."
"Maybe it's a ghost," Melissa said.
"I hope not," George said. "I'm allergic to ghoohh . . . . ghoooohhh . . . . ahhhh . . . . aaaahhhh . . . ."
The other six Raccoons practically pounced on George to stop him from sneezing.
"Don't sneeze!" Lisa warned. "You'll wake it up, whatever it is!"
"Yeah, Sneezy, you want to get us killed?" Bentley asked. "Let's kill it before it can kill us!"
The Seven Raccoons tiptoed over to the bed, and pulled the blanket away from what they figured was a monster sleeping in their beds. They stopped short when they found Sophia there.
"Zat's not a monster," Nicole said. "It's a girl."
"What's she doing sleeping in our beds?" Bentley asked.
"Maybe she was sleepy," Nicole said.
"I thought you were Sleepy," Bert said.
Sophia yawned just then, sat up, and stretched. She looked at the Seven Raccoons, a little surprised. The Raccoons looked a little surprised themselves.
"Uhh, hello there," Ralph said, stepping forward.
"Hello," Sophia said.
"Who are you and what are you doing in our house?" Bentley asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Sophia said. "I didn't mean to intrude. My name's Snow White."
"Snow White!" the Seven Raccoons shouted in unison.
"Gee, imagine that," Melissa said. "Snow White in our house!"
"But what are you doing here?" Ralph asked. "Don't you live on the other side of the forest?"
"Yes, but if I go back, he'll kill me," Sophia said.
"Who will?" Lisa asked.
"The king," Sophia said. "He doesn't even know I'm here. Please, if you let me stay here, I'll keep house for you. I'll do the cooking, and the cleaning, and everything."
"Conference!" Ralph shouted, and the Raccoons got into a huddle, and mumbled a bit. Then they broke out of their huddle.
"Circumstances being what they are," Ralph said. "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you like."
The stage lights went down, and the curtain closed. The audience applauded, and Schafer took center stage for a moment.
"There will now be a brief intermission," he said.