The Wallaby of Death - Part 5

Scene 5 - Woods

The trio hears continuous rustling in the bushes and underbrush. They dash about.

Bre: Holmes, I think I hear it over here!

Everyone runs in Bre’s direction

Silence

Bre: Er…wait…maybe it was the other way.

Everyone runs in the other direction…rustling gets louder

Holmes (whispers): Shhhh, we’re almost upon him!

Silence, except rustling in the bushes

Holmes (creeps forward)

Grace (screams and clutches at hair): AHHHHH GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!!!!

Rustling disappears into the night as Holmes turns around in frustration

Grace (crying): It’s a snaaaail in my haaaair!!!!

Holmes (sarcastically): Oh, would you like me to drop what I’m doing and remove it from your

hair?

Grace (still crying): I’m sorrrrry!! Snails are icky!

Holmes (grabs snail and pitches it into the woods, then stalks off)

Bre (looks sympathetic): I would have screamed, too…

Bre and Grace trail behind Holmes

Holmes reaches the campfire, where Watson is flinging pancakes about in a very wild and

agitated manner

Holmes (walks up to Watson and shakes him): Watson, man, snap out of it!

Watson (shakes his head and “wakes up”): Whaaa?

Bre and Grace return and look around at the mountainous piles of pancakes

Watson (realizes how many pancakes he just made): Holmes, for goodness sake, man, the

pancakes!

Holmes: Watson, Watson, must I remind you that those are your department?

Watson (bites nails): But, I haven’t the faintest idea what to do with all of them!

Bre: We could save them for later…or (cheerfully) use them to feed the starving captive in our

trunk.

Mary (muffled): I am soooooo hungry, it’s not even funny!

Grace grabs a pancake, opens the trunk slightly, throws the pancake in, and closes the trunk

Mary (makes ravenous munching noises): Manna from heaven!

Everyone pauses, then laughs

Grace (still laughing): Holmes, you have no idea how sorry I am about screaming. Really, I am.

Holmes: I understand perfectly; snails are revolting little creatures. I apologize for snapping at

you, the entire situation was not your fault in the slightest.

Watson (walking about, making neat little piles out of the pancakes): I believe all of these will fit in

the trunk even with…a…person…already in it.

Bre: Hopefully, she won’t eat all of them.

Mary (continues to munch loudly)

EXEUNT