Currently, I have a playwriting class of students ages 9-11. Right now, I happen to be typing the stories they created today.
Here’s a sample:
Narrator: Once upon a time there was a lumberjack named Woody and he HATED dirty dishes, so he would always use his trusty Dishwasher 50,000! One day his dishwasher broke, so he dialed the dishwish fairy! He waited forever for the dishwish fairy. Finally, she came and showed Woody how to use a power-washer to clean his dishes and they were sparkling white! So, Woody ditched his Dishwasher 50,000 for the power-washer and lived happily ever after.
Woody: (Stomping) Hey, I waited patiently that whole entire time and I haven’t said a word!
Fairy: Me too. You didn’t let us talk!
Narrator: Sorry I was just-
Woody: (Pouting) I wanted to talk about my Pudderdogs!
Fairy: That isn’t even a part of the story!
Woody: I know, I know…
Fairy: So why do you want to talk about it?!
Woody: Because I wanted to tell everyone about the time my dog went outside and saw a squirrel, and-
Fairy: (Interrupting) Okay, we have heard enough!
Narrator: Hey, now you are doing all the talking, and-
Fairy: Shut up, narrator!
Woody: Okay, easy now Dishy. Deep breaths: inhale… exhale…
Fairy: (Hyperventilates, but eventually calms down)
Woody: And now we all live happily ever after, except the narrator. (Turns and punches hands while looking at narrator)
Narrator: Oh, tamales! They’re gonna beat the stuffing out of me! Ahh! (Runs off stage)
Woody and Fairy: Charge! (Chase narrator off)
But with vintage Davis and White- how can you go wrong?!
For those that needed the hat.
They must be superhumans.