{A/N: I thought I'd NEVER finish this! However, this is the final scene!
The curtain call shall follow. very funny too.}
(the bell tolls twelve as the spirit vanishes. A hooded figure starts creeping closer as SANDY leaps onstage)
SANDY: Beware the third and final ghost, Tugger! He knows what has not come to pass! (she goes to exit, but purrs as she rubs against the phantom. MISTO peeps his head out of the hood and licks her.)
ALONZO: (off-stage) Misto! Sandy! Keep your flirting off stage, willya!?
MISTO: Sorry! (SANDY runs off as he readjusts his hood and points)
TUGGER: Have I come into the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Future? (MISTO nods) GHOST OF THE FUTURE! I fear you more than the others I have walked with... but your business is to help me, and I accept it with a grateful heart. Will you not speak to me? (MISTO points) Lead on! Time grows... short, does it not? (MISTO points to a small group of men, including BUSTOPHER and TUMBLE)
BUSTOPHER: When did he die?
JERRIE: Lass noight OI believe.
BUSTOPHER: What was the matter with him? I thought he'd never die!
JERRIE: God knows!
TUGGER: Yes... I see, spirit. The case of this unfortunate man might have been my own... MERCY! Where are we? (the scene has changed to a dark room with a corpse lying on a bed. TUGGER looks bewildered as SANDY creeps on stage again.)
SANDY: Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command, for this is thine dominion! But of the loved, revered, and honored head, thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or make one feature odious. It is not the hand that is heavy, nor that the heart and pulse are still; but that the hand was open, generous, and true, the heart brave, warm and tender, and the pulse a man's. Strike, shadow, strike! And see his good deeds springing forth from the wound, to sow the world with life immortal! (in a somber tone... and as she's wearing a black hooded cape, the effect on TUGGER is instant fear)
TUGGER: Spirit! This is a fearful place. In leaving it, I shall not forget what it teaches. (MISTO still points at the head) I understand you... but I cannot remove the sheet! I have not the power. Let me see some tenderness connected with a death... or that room will forever haunt me! (the scene changes... to the dwelling of MUNKUSTRAP.)
DEMETER: (laying aside a sewing of black cloth) The color hurts my eyes.
SANDY: (softly from stage right) The color? Oh... poor Mittens...
DEMETER: They're better now. My eyes are weak by candle light, and I wouldn't show your father weak eyes for all the gold in the world. (MUNKUSTRAP enters, and VICKI, MISTY and DUNE all go to his side, snuggling close to comfort him.)
MUNKUSTRAP: Demeter, darling, it would do you good to see how green a place it is. But you'll see it often. I promised him I'd walk there upon a Sunday. Oh, my kit! My little, little kit! (he starts to cry as the scene blacks out)
TUGGER: Specter... something informs me that our parting moment is now at hand. Tell me who the man was lying dead. (MISTO points towards a certain tombstone that has appeared before them as the scene changed.) Before I go, spirit... answer me one question. Are these shadows of things that will befall, or things that may befall? (MISTO keeps pointing, and the stone lights up saying "The Rum Tum Tugger") AM I that corpse upon the bed? (MISTO points from the stone to TUGGER, then back again) No, spirit! No! Hear me! I am not the cat I was! Why do you show me this if I am past all hope?! I will live in the past, the present, and the future! The spirits of all three will strive within me! Only tell me that I might sponge away the words of this stone! (MISTO disappears in a flash of light, as the whole stage lights up.)
MISTO: Presto!!
TUGGER: (under his breath) Flashy exit... I taught him well... (normal voice now) It happened! I can live the way I was meant to!!!! Oh, MaCavity, I thank you upon my knees!
SANDY: Tugger was better than his word. He did all he could for the poor, and to Mittens, who did not die, he was a second father. He was as good a man, as good a master, and as good a friend as any man that lived. And so, as Mittens observed, God bless us, every one!
(final blackout)
(the bell tolls twelve as the spirit vanishes. A hooded figure starts creeping closer as SANDY leaps onstage)
SANDY: Beware the third and final ghost, Tugger! He knows what has not come to pass! (she goes to exit, but purrs as she rubs against the phantom. MISTO peeps his head out of the hood and licks her.)
ALONZO: (off-stage) Misto! Sandy! Keep your flirting off stage, willya!?
MISTO: Sorry! (SANDY runs off as he readjusts his hood and points)
TUGGER: Have I come into the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Future? (MISTO nods) GHOST OF THE FUTURE! I fear you more than the others I have walked with... but your business is to help me, and I accept it with a grateful heart. Will you not speak to me? (MISTO points) Lead on! Time grows... short, does it not? (MISTO points to a small group of men, including BUSTOPHER and TUMBLE)
BUSTOPHER: When did he die?
JERRIE: Lass noight OI believe.
BUSTOPHER: What was the matter with him? I thought he'd never die!
JERRIE: God knows!
TUGGER: Yes... I see, spirit. The case of this unfortunate man might have been my own... MERCY! Where are we? (the scene has changed to a dark room with a corpse lying on a bed. TUGGER looks bewildered as SANDY creeps on stage again.)
SANDY: Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command, for this is thine dominion! But of the loved, revered, and honored head, thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or make one feature odious. It is not the hand that is heavy, nor that the heart and pulse are still; but that the hand was open, generous, and true, the heart brave, warm and tender, and the pulse a man's. Strike, shadow, strike! And see his good deeds springing forth from the wound, to sow the world with life immortal! (in a somber tone... and as she's wearing a black hooded cape, the effect on TUGGER is instant fear)
TUGGER: Spirit! This is a fearful place. In leaving it, I shall not forget what it teaches. (MISTO still points at the head) I understand you... but I cannot remove the sheet! I have not the power. Let me see some tenderness connected with a death... or that room will forever haunt me! (the scene changes... to the dwelling of MUNKUSTRAP.)
DEMETER: (laying aside a sewing of black cloth) The color hurts my eyes.
SANDY: (softly from stage right) The color? Oh... poor Mittens...
DEMETER: They're better now. My eyes are weak by candle light, and I wouldn't show your father weak eyes for all the gold in the world. (MUNKUSTRAP enters, and VICKI, MISTY and DUNE all go to his side, snuggling close to comfort him.)
MUNKUSTRAP: Demeter, darling, it would do you good to see how green a place it is. But you'll see it often. I promised him I'd walk there upon a Sunday. Oh, my kit! My little, little kit! (he starts to cry as the scene blacks out)
TUGGER: Specter... something informs me that our parting moment is now at hand. Tell me who the man was lying dead. (MISTO points towards a certain tombstone that has appeared before them as the scene changed.) Before I go, spirit... answer me one question. Are these shadows of things that will befall, or things that may befall? (MISTO keeps pointing, and the stone lights up saying "The Rum Tum Tugger") AM I that corpse upon the bed? (MISTO points from the stone to TUGGER, then back again) No, spirit! No! Hear me! I am not the cat I was! Why do you show me this if I am past all hope?! I will live in the past, the present, and the future! The spirits of all three will strive within me! Only tell me that I might sponge away the words of this stone! (MISTO disappears in a flash of light, as the whole stage lights up.)
MISTO: Presto!!
TUGGER: (under his breath) Flashy exit... I taught him well... (normal voice now) It happened! I can live the way I was meant to!!!! Oh, MaCavity, I thank you upon my knees!
SANDY: Tugger was better than his word. He did all he could for the poor, and to Mittens, who did not die, he was a second father. He was as good a man, as good a master, and as good a friend as any man that lived. And so, as Mittens observed, God bless us, every one!
(final blackout)