Thursday, May 26, 2016

Kimmy Kool and the Hot Prince

CAST
Narrator
Regina
Kimmy Kool
Moni
Whini
Wanda
Prince

ACT ONE SCENE ONE

All actors on stage except Prince. Backdrop of a comfortable lounge. Regina, Moni and Whini sitting on a couch.

Narrator: Not long ago, there was a beautiful young girl called Kimmy Kool who was the heiress to a hip-hop fortune. She was living with her stepmother, Regina, a real meanie and her two Stepsisters, Moni and Whini, who were super-divas. They treated Kimmy like an overworked personal assistant because until she married, they were in control of all of her money.

Regina: Kimmy! Fetch my laptop. Kimmy! Where is my cellphone? Kimmy, did you order the sushi?

Moni: Kimmy, where are my Manolo heels?

Whini: Kimmy I need to hydrate - bring me my fizzy water!

Moni: Kimmy what happened to my designer dress? Did you put it in the washing machine? Are you mental?

Whini: Kimmy book me in for a haircut at Georgios salon. And tell him I want lowlights - not highlights!

Narrator: See what I mean? Come on girls, give her a break!

(Stepsisters show their talk to the hand gestures).


Narrator: Now one day the stepsisters and stepmom received a very special email from the royal palace on their blackberries.After checking that it was not spam, they screamed in excitement.

Moni: A party - at the royal palace!

Whini: Totally cool!

Regina: Finally a chance to move in the right circles!

Moni: And the prince is such a hunk

Whini: He's almost as cute as Justin Bieber

Regina: And what's more important, he's just as rich. Just think - he drives an Aston Martin - just like James Bond

Moni: And his hair is done by a professional stylist

Whini: And he works out at Virgin Active Gym

Kimmy: What is he like?

Regina: What does that matter to you? You're not invited!

Moni: You don't have any Gucci, Prada or Chanel

Whini: And your hair is a mess

Regina: The prince wouldn't look at you twice.

Moni: I follow the prince on twitter

Whini: Me too

Moni: But I'm his special BFF

Whini: He friended me on facebook

Regina: Girls, girls, I'm sure you are both the prince's BFFs but he can only choose one wife. We just have to make sure its one of you!

Narrator: See what I mean. What chance did Kimmy have to meet anyone - with no Mixit, Facebook, twitter or even internet dating?

Moni: We will just have to go out shopping - I have worn everything once already!

Whini: Me too!

Moni: And I need new accessories

Whini: Me too!

Regina: Lets go hit the mall girls. Kimmy - while we're gone, update my diary - and don't even think about shopping on e-bay!

Moni: As if! She doesn't even have a credit card.

Narrator: It was sad but true. Kimmy had no credit rating. When the others left in their rented BMW convertible, she ran into her bedroom - which was also where the washing was done - and burst into tears. That day, the housekeeper was doing laundry. Kimmy did not know that their housekeeper, Wanda, was really an undercover fashion police reality show producer. She just couldn't stand Kimmy's crying!

Wanda: Why are you crying kid?

Kimmy: I really wanted to go to the party at the palace.

Wanda: Why don't you?

Kimmy: Ive got nothing to wear - and I wasn't invited.

Wanda: Why dont you borrow something from your sisters?

Kimmy: They would totally freak out!

Wanda: I think I can sort something out for you. Lets go shopping online

Kimmy: I havent got any money

Wanda: Well I do - lets take a look shall we?

Narrator: So Wanda and Kimmy spent a wonderful afternoon shopping online. Wanda bought Kimmy a beautiful dress and accessories from a new designer who needed advertising.

Kimmy: But how will I get to the dance?

Wanda: We're not finished yet. My team will do a special makeover for you and then we will hire a limo. But you have to be back at twelve, because the limo driver has another job.

Kimmy: Wow! That's so cool!

Narrator: That night, when Regina, Moni and Whini had left for the dance, Wanda brought in her makeover team and the limo picked Kimmy up.

Kimmy: Thank you so much Wanda! You are a great friend!

Wanda: Just remember to be back by twelve, or the limo driver will be fired!

Kimmy: Sure! Bye -

Narrator: Kimmy arrived at the party in style and everyone wondered who this hot new girl was. Even her own family did not know her.

Regina: Who is that girl?

Moni: And why is she standing so close to my prince?

Whini: He hasnt even asked anyone to dance yet!

Narrator: Just when the prince thought that his party was super-boring, he saw Kimmy. He thought she looked totally SICK - that's sick as in, incredibly hot!

Prince: Hey - wanna dance?

Kimmy: OK

Narrator: They danced the salsa, the guacamole, the bunny hop and of course, everyone was shuffling! They were having such fun, they did not notice the time, until the prince's rolex alarm beeped twelve times.

Kimmy: Im sorry - Ive got to go!

Narrator: Kimmy ran out of the palace so fast, her shoe fell off.

Prince: Hey, whats your name? You lost your shoe?

Narrator: Lucky for the prince, the shoe was a one-of-a-kind Jimmy Choo and it was very easy to track down the buyer with the help of his geek friends in the computer lab. The prince went to Kimmy's house at once and rang the doorbell.

Wanda: Yes?

Prince: I want to find the girl who lost this shoe?

Wanda: Why?

Prince: I want to marry her and make her my princess and live happily ever after in our dream house at the beach.

Wanda: Cool! Come inside. (calls) Kimmy!

Regina: Kimmy is busy with paperwork - I'll take care of the prince.

Moni: Hey that's my shoe!

Whini: No, its mine!

Moni: Give it back!

Whini: Give it!

(girls fight over shoe)

Wanda: Ive had enough of this. Im with the fashion police and you're all under arrest for having absolutely no sense of style!

Regina: Thats crazy - did you see our pictures from the red carpet?

Wanda: That's all the proof we need! Take them away to the studio guys!

(Regina, Whini and Moni are escorted offstage and the prince gives Kimmy her shoe).

Narrator: So the prince and Kimmy got married in style and they lived happily ever after - It was totally awesome!












By Ingela Richardson

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