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The Three Little Timbits - A Sweet Play
Cast:
Vanilla - (Cream-colored canvas bag costume with armholes and vision screen).
Choco - (Chocolate-colored canvas bag costume with armholes and vision screen)
Glazy - (Acrylic coated yellow canvas bag costume with armholels and vision screen)
Caramel Macchiato - (Giant paper cup costume using confetti in the top as coffee)
Scene - Tim Hortons. Three little Timbits are sitting on a large tabletop 20 cm (12 inches) off the ground.
Vanilla: (lighthearted) I don’t want to be eaten by humans… but that’s life!
Choco: I especially don’t want to be drowned in their coffee—but if it is inevitable, so be it!
Glazy: And I’m especially sure I don’t want to be thrown away by a janitor!
Vanilla: That’s for certain! If that happens, we might be eaten by mice. But hey! Be tasty!
All three: Be tasty! (Fist bumps)
Choco: Hmmm…? Do you think we could get down from this table without being crunched, munched, or mushed?
Glazy: I suppose if I was bumped into Vanilla, and he bumped into Choco, and we all rolled off the table to the floor…?
(Long pause)
Vanilla: Ok, let’s pray that won’t happen, but if it does that we won’t get stepped on.
Choco: Oh my God! Here comes a cup of Caramel Macchiato to the table!
(Macchiato appears)
Glazy: Move it, Vanilla!
(Macchiato lands on the table hard, spilling a little brown confetti over the table.)
Vanilla: We’re out of here!
(The three little Timbits roll off the table together.}
Caramel Macchiato: NO! MY DINNER IS RUNNING AWAY!!
(The three Timbits scramble across the floor (stage) together in every direction.)
Choco: Get off of me! You’re crushing me Glazy!
Glazy: It’s not my fault! You’re melting, and I’m slipping in your chocolate coating.
(pause)
Choco: Oh, no! Vanilla is slipping towards the bathroom!
Glazy: He was over frosted by the humans that work here! Quick! We need to stop him from sliding through the bathroom door!
Caramel Macchiato: (mega-loud). Come back here you three little Timbits, or my human will huff and puff and blow me all over you!
Vanilla: Gosh, Help me! I can’t stop! All my frosting is making me slip around the ground!
Choco: We’ve all been over-frosted. That’s the problem!
Caramel Macchiato: Gosh! Can’t this human walk faster?! (He has been approaching the edge of the table.)
Choco: Look out! The macchiato is almost here!
Vanilla: Keep melting Choco and you’re gonna turn this store into Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!
Caramel Macchiato: (leaps off the table) …And we’ll huff and puff and…AAARRRGGGH! We’re slipping! We’re falling! We’re spilling!!!
(The balance of the dark confetti spills over the audience.)
Vanilla: Oof! His black blood is flowing out like a fountain!
Choco: He’s totaled! We’re saved!
Glazy: Phew! Thanks to Choco, who shouted like he’d seen a ghost floating around the cafe.
Choco: That was Glazy! She drives me crazy!
Glazy: (sighs) Now that the drama is over, let's visit our other sweet friends at the confection counter!
All Timbits: Sweet! (Singing) Roll, roll, roll, your bit!
(Curtains)
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Katherine Fan is a grade ten student who loves to write plays and poems in her spare time. She is long time fan of Teen Ink and especially enjoys poetry written by other teenagers..