INTO the WOODS
Cinderella: I'm Cinderella, and I want to go to the ball.
Jack: I'm Jack from Jack and the beanstalk, and I want adventures.
Baker: I'm the Baker, and I want a child.
Baker's wife: I'm his wife, and although I want a child, too, we don't have a previous story that any of you are familiar with.
Witch: (to the Baker) Except that Rapunzel is your sister. (to the audience) I'm the witch, and I want to be beautiful.
Little Red Riding Hood: (with her mouth full of bread) M eil ed idee ood (swallows) and I'm going to be eaten by the wolf.
Wolf: I'm the wolf about to eat little red.
Lucinda: Hey, what about us?
Florinda: Yeah! We should have been introduced a few characters back. We're the wicked stepsisters.
Stepmother: And I am the beautiful stepmother, along with her silent father.
Jack's mother: No one cares about you! I'm Jack's mother. I'm responsible for the growing beanstalk, which is to create havoc on us all.
Rapunzel: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Witch: Ah, my Rapunzel.
Narrator: And that is all the time we have for the musical.
Cinderella's Prince, Rapunzel's Prince and the Steward: Hey!
Narrator: Sorry, but you all are taking too long.
(The giant kills him, Rapunzel, and the Baker's Wife.)
Baker: Where do we go from here?
The End
"Do you know what pledge time is, Andrew"? said the PBS Executive.
"Yes", Lloyd Webber replied. "My 50th birthday special must be one program that gets done a lot."
"No", mused the man from PBS heedlessy. "Not so much. Our Stephen Sondheim Carnegie Hall concert. That's a big one."
Spoons, forks and knives seemed suddenly to suspend their motion in horror, all around the table.