By Kevin Bean
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Dedication
Thank you so much to everyone at Footlight Players who
helped me along the way, and especially Caitlin Simkovich,
who had an endless amount of patience and guidance
for me during the writing process.
Also thank you to my wife, Kelly, and my children, Caleb,
Cecilia and Laurel, for providing me with inspiration.
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NOT-SO-GRIMM TALES
By KEVIN BEAN
CAST OF CHARACTERS
(In Order of Speaking)
# of lines
DAUGHTER ...........................young, happy and
impressionable
MOTHER ...............................intelligent and caring; wants
the best for her daughter
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
LITTLE RED ...........................strong, no-nonsense feminist
LITTLE RED’S MOTHER ..........caring environmentalist;
kind of a hippy
WOLF ...................................typical alpha-male… with
a secret
GRANDMOTHER ....................aged political activist; also
a hippy
WOODSMAN .........................jock
SNOW WHITE
MORGANNA ..........................Snow White’s stage mother and
stepmother
SNOW WHITE ........................strong, intelligent, politically
motivated
MIR’AH .................................flashy and fabulous; best as a
male
WORKER 1 ...........................poor and rough around the edges
WORKER 2............................same
MR. PRINCE ..........................clean-cut, well-meaning
professional
CINDERELLA
CINDERELLA .........................an artist; intelligent and idealistic
STEPMOTHER .......................snobby, upper-class elitist
STEPSISTERS (2) ..................fake, silly, interchangeable with
each other; no identity of their
own; attached at the hip… literally
FAIRY GODMOTHER ...............rough around the edges; best as
a male actor in drag
CHARMING ...........................eccentric artist who hates
upper-class snobs
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SET DESCRIPTION
Time: Modern day.
Place: A living room.
There are a desk and chair UP RIGHT and an oversized chair, big
enough for two, DOWN RIGHT. The desk and chair can be placed on an
optional platform. Otherwise, the stage is bare.
Not-So-Grimm Tales - Set Design
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LIGHTS UP to reveal DAUGHTER playing with some dolls DOWN
CENTER. She has a princess doll and a stuffed animal she is using
as a monster. There could also be a few crayons and a few sheets of
paper scattered by the oversized chair. Her MOTHER sits at desk UP
RIGHT, working.
DAUGHTER: (Performs the voice of the stuffed animal.) Grrrr! Where’s
my dinner? I’m hungry! The townspeople were supposed to leave
me a pretty princess to eat! (As doll.) Please don’t eat me, mister
monster! I promise I would never hurt you! (As stuffed animal.)
Rowr! I don’t care! I’m going to gobble you up! (As doll.) Help! Help!
Somebody save me! (Pauses and looks around.) Mommy?
MOTHER: Yes, dear?
DAUGHTER: Where’s my prince doll?
MOTHER: It’s here, baby.
DAUGHTER: Can you bring it to me?
MOTHER: Why don’t you just play nice with your princess doll?
DAUGHTER: Well, who’s going to save her from the monster?
MOTHER: (Grabs the prince doll and gets up.) Why can’t the princess
save herself? (Moves to DAUGHTER during the following lines.)
DAUGHTER: Mommy, that’s silly! The princess can’t save herself!
MOTHER: And why not?
DAUGHTER: Because she’s a princess!
MOTHER: What does that have to do with anything?
DAUGHTER: Mommy! That’s how the story always goes. The princess
gets in trouble, and she needs her prince to come and save her!
MOTHER: Hmmm. Would you like to be a princess?
DAUGHTER: Oh, could I, Mommy?
MOTHER: And what if you got in trouble? Couldn’t you outsmart the
big monster and get away?
DAUGHTER: Nope. I’d call my prince to come and save me. Those are
the rules.
MOTHER: I haven’t been spending enough time with you.
DAUGHTER: What?
MOTHER: I don’t know about some of these rules of yours. You
shouldn’t always believe everything you hear. A lot of times there
are other sides to the story.
DAUGHTER: What do you mean?
MOTHER: Well, for instance, sometimes the girl gets to be the hero.
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DAUGHTER: She does?
MOTHER: Sure! Would you like to hear a story?
DAUGHTER: Yes!
MOTHER: Okay, come here. (Sits in chair DOWN RIGHT, taps the space
next to her. DAUGHTER brings her dolls and sits cozily next to
MOTHER.) Once upon a time, there was a young woman named
Little Red Riding Hood. (LIGHTS DIM on MOTHER and DAUGHTER.
LITTLE RED ENTERS LEFT, pushing a costume rack. OTHER ACTORS
for the first story run ON RIGHT and LEFT and grab their costumes,
then EXIT. LITTLE RED takes a red cloak from the rack.)
LITTLE RED: (Putting on the cloak.) Hi! My name of course implies
that I am of lesser height than others, which I am. It’s important
to understand that my height in no way implies a judgment of
my character, but rather is a moniker given to me as a sign of
affection by my loving, strong, intelligent and, in her own way,
beautiful mother. The name Red came from a stifling right-wing
extremist who was unable to comprehend my advanced political
views. I wear it now as a badge of honor for my fallen comrades.
LITTLE RED’S MOTHER: (ENTERS LEFT, holding a basket.) Pardon me,
Little Red? Your grandmother has fallen ill, and I would like you to
deliver this basket of organic vegetables and hand bottled spring
water to her non-habitat-destroying cottage in the woods.
LITTLE RED: (Takes the basket.) Yes, Mother.
LITTLE RED’S MOTHER: Thank you. I hope you don’t mind making
the trip.
LITTLE RED: No, of course not. I know that visiting the elderly is an
important way for me to get to know strong female role models
from the generation that paved the way before me.
LITTLE RED’S MOTHER: How wise you are. You’re so strong and smart
and beautiful in your own way.
LITTLE RED: I know only what you have taught me, Mother. (They
salute and LITTLE RED’S MOTHER EXITS LEFT.)
MOTHER: And so Little Red went skipping on her way into the forest.
LITTLE RED: (Skips in place.) I would like to point out to you that I
am skipping not because I am fulfilling a young girl stereotype,
but because I understand that proper cardiovascular exercise
combined with an organic vegetarian diet is the best way for me to
maintain physical and mental health. Plus, I enjoy it! (Exaggeratedly
smiles like someone selling a fitness video.)
WOLF: (ENTERS RIGHT. Whistles.) Hey, baby, stop and hang out for a
while.
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LITTLE RED: Excuse me? I will not be spoken to in that degrading
manner. I am not your “baby,” and I don’t need you to tell me what
to do. However, I forgive you as you are obviously a product of a
repressive upbringing in which you succumbed to the stereotypes
placed upon one of your animal classification.
WOLF: Yeah, sure. I was just thinking that a pretty little thing like
yourself skipping all alone in the woods probably needs someplace
to rest for a while. I’ve got a sweet condo with a riverside view. Why
don’t you come back to my place, and we’ll throw a few steaks on
the grill?
LITTLE RED: Thank you, but I am quite capable of taking care of myself.
And while eating meat is within the natural predatory boundaries
for you, I will not take part in the oppression of our animal friends
for the sake of my own greed.
WOLF: (Eyes LITTLE RED, hungry.) Plant eater, eh?
LITTLE RED: (Proud.) Yes.
WOLF: (Sizes her up.) Yeah, I don’t get that. Lots of lean muscle on
you, though.
LITTLE RED: I try and maintain my physical health, yes.
WOLF: Niiiiiiice! (LITTLE RED begins to skip away RIGHT.) Hey, sweet
cheeks, don’t be in such a hurry!
LITTLE RED: (Disgusted.) I apologize, but I must deliver these goods
to my grandmother’s house.
WOLF: Grandmother? She a veggie-whatever too?
LITTLE RED: Grandmother is a level 4 vegan! She no longer eats any
food that casts a shadow.
WOLF: Wow.
LITTLE RED: Such courage! If only I could be so brave!
WOLF: Yeah, okay. You got her down in the old folks home?
LITTLE RED: Of course not! Grandmother lives in a cottage over on
the West Side.
WOLF: Oh, yeah. I know the place. Well, uh, good luck to you then,
cupcake.
LITTLE RED: Thank you, I’m sure. (Skips OFF RIGHT.)
WOLF: Time for a little dinner date. (EXITS LEFT.)
MOTHER: Little Red, who was a product of Western thinking, kept
to the main path. However, the Wolf, who was not bound by such
limitations, took a shortcut and got to grandmother first.
GRANDMOTHER: (ENTERS RIGHT slowly, exaggeratedly old. Groans.
Beat.) I’m old. (WOLF ENTERS LEFT.) Oh my, a creature of the
forest!
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WOLF: Yeah, I’m a wolf. Growl. Hey, I’m gonna eat you now, so don’t
try anything funny.
GRANDMOTHER: Normally I would try and run, but I have been
weakened by the toxins dumped into my stream from the energy
conglomerates. As such, I respect your rights as a predator of
the ecosystem we co-habitate and accept my fate with grace and
dignity. If I might have a moment to compose a short Buddhist
death poem, though?
WOLF: Not a chance, toots. (Carries her OFF LEFT as she vainly tries
impromptu, and bad, poetry. Shortly after, SOUND EFFECT: EATING
NOISES and a SCREAM.)
LITTLE RED: (ENTERS RIGHT. Calls out.) Grandmother! I’m here with
some goods from Mother to help in your recovery… which in no
way implies that you, as an older woman, are incapable of taking
care of yourself!
WOLF: (ENTERS LEFT, wearing a nightgown and cap identical to
GRANDMOTHER’S, adjusting his clothing.) Here— (Adjusts his
voice.) —here I am, dear! Come closer so I can see you!
LITTLE RED: Why, Grandmother, what big eyes you have. Perhaps all
of those years spent reading political pamphlets have strained
your eyes?
WOLF: The better to see you with!
LITTLE RED: Why, Grandmother, what large ears you have! No doubt
from your time spent being tortured for information by the little
bourgeois pigs?
WOLF: (Slips into his regular voice.) Little pigs? Where, where?!
(Catches himself.) Ahem, I mean, the better to hear your beautiful
voice with, my dear!
LITTLE RED: And, Grandmother, what big, sharp teeth you have!
Although I would imagine the years you spent eating nothing
but tree bark must have taken their toll on your teeth. Perhaps I
could recommend a good dentist? Not that I think any less of you
because of your ungainly appearance.
WOLF: (To MOTHER as he and LITTLE RED turn towards her.) You’re
killing me here. (MOTHER points him back to the story.) Rowr. (Tears
off his cap and begins to advance menacingly toward LITTLE RED.)
LITTLE RED: Oh! It’s you! Stay where you are! While I have a newfound
respect for you now that I know you have embraced an alternate
cross-dressing lifestyle, you are invading my personal bubble of
space.
WOLF: Alternate what? Oh, the clothes! I don’t know, somehow they
make me feel pretty and vulnerable and they allow me to express
myself in ways I never could before.
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WOODSMAN: (ENTERS LEFT.) What’s going on in here? I’ll save you,
little girl! (Advances on WOLF with his axe raised for the strike.
WOLF screams and cowers while LITTLE RED jumps to his rescue.
She blocks the axe strike and disables WOODSMAN.)
LITTLE RED: How dare you! I don’t need some man to save me, I can
take care of myself. And besides, he is a rare, endangered Gray
Haired Canis Lupus, and I cannot allow you to harm him!
WOLF: Wow, no one has ever stood up for me like that! You’re so
loving, strong, intelligent and, in your own way, beautiful.
LITTLE RED: Thank you! Finally someone who understands! (They
embrace and then begin to dance OFF RIGHT.) I’ll lead.
WOLF: My hero!
MOTHER: The end. (LIGHTS SWITCH to MOTHER and DAUGHTER.) So
what did you think?
DAUGHTER: I don’t know. It was a little weird.
MOTHER: Yeah, I guess it was a little forced. Give me a break, I’m
new at this.
DAUGHTER: I want to hear a story about a princess.
MOTHER: Princesses, huh? What’s so great about princesses?
DAUGHTER: They’re so pretty! And they get to wear beautiful dresses
and makeup, and have long pretty hair and—
MOTHER: You know, there are more important things in life than being
pretty.
DAUGHTER: (Big-eyed.) There are?
MOTHER: Yes! What about helping people, or being smart?
DAUGHTER: I don’t know… I think I’d rather be pretty.
MOTHER: Oh, my! What have they done to you?
DAUGHTER: (Giggles.) Mommy!
MOTHER: Okay, you want a princess story, right?
DAUGHTER: Yes!
MOTHER: Fine then, this is the story of Snow White… (LIGHTS SWITCH
as ACTORS for the next story rush ON LEFT to grab costumes for the
next story and then OFF again.)
MORGANNA: (ENTERS LEFT.) Oh, so much to do. So much to do!
I’m never going to get this child ready for the Little Miss Miner
Pageant! Snow White! Snow White! Get in here. Now!
SNOW WHITE: (ENTERS LEFT.) Yes, Morganna?
MORGANNA: What have I told you about that? I’m your mother! Call
me “Mommy-Dearest.”
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SNOW WHITE: And how many times have I told you, you’re not my
mother, you’re my stepmother. My real mother would never make
me compete in these stupid pageants!
MORGANNA: They are not stupid! They’re wonderful!
SNOW WHITE: They are not! They are everything that’s wrong with our
society! They reward girls for being beautiful and nothing more.
MORGANNA: And what is wrong with that? What more would any girl
want?
SNOW WHITE: How about a brain? There are so many things wrong
with the world today, why should I worry about being pretty?
MORGANNA: Why? Because there’s nothing else worth worrying
about! All of the other little princesses are competing, and I will
not be the only queen at the country club whose daughter is not
in the pageant! Why don’t you want to be Mommy’s pretty-pretty
princess?
SNOW WHITE: Because it’s all nonsense, Morg—
MORGANNA: Ah-ah-ah!
SNOW WHITE: (Grudgingly.) It’s all nonsense, Mommy-Dearest. The
workers in this kingdom have no rights! While we live in this huge
mansion, they live in shacks because the coal company—YOUR
company—won’t pay them a fair wage! Someone needs to fight
for their rights, but no one does. All people care about is stupid
beauty pageants. Nobody cares about the little man!
MORGANNA: That’s because the little man is ugly. You know I could
never afford to pay them for the work they do. Why, they would end
up owning the mines, and we’d be out in the streets! Now hush up.
Nobody likes a girl with an opinion. Mir’ah! Mir’ah!!!
MIR’AH: (ENTERS LEFT, fabulously.) Hello, darling, how’s tricks?
(Crosses to MORGANNA and they do a double kiss.)
MORGANNA: Thank you for coming so quickly, Mir’ah, I just don’t know
what to do! The Little Miss Miner Pageant is coming soon, and I’ll
never be able to turn Snow White into pageant queen material!
MIR’AH: Honey, I know all there is to know about pretty. You have no
idea how many people I turn into queens each year.
MORGANNA: Then you’ll help us?
MIR’AH: Of course! It’s the event of the season, darling, everyone will
be there! The coal miners, the supervisors, the frame builders, the
wire hangers—
MORGANNA: No wire hangers! Ever!
MIR’AH: Relax, darling! Remember your breathing. (Helps her with a
short breathing exercise.) Now, let’s see what we’ve got to work
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with here. (Turns and gives SNOW WHITE a look over.) Oh, honey,
you’re asking a lot. (To SNOW WHITE.) What do you say, kid, are you
ready to be a champion?
SNOW WHITE: A champion of the people! I’m sick of this pageant
garbage! Pageants are the opiate of the masses! I’m going to
organize the workers and put an end to this nonsense!
MIR’AH: Oy vey. We’re going to need to do something about that mouth
of hers. A little Botox should do the trick. (Takes an over-sized
syringe from his fanny pack and advances toward SNOW WHITE.)
SNOW WHITE: What are you… ? Oh, no you don’t! Stay away from
me, you sicko!
MIR’AH: (Tries to inject SNOW WHITE with the Botox. SNOW WHITE
fights back, dodges him, and MIR’AH accidentally sticks the needle
into his own leg. He falls down and SNOW WHITE runs OFF RIGHT.)
Sweet mother of mystery!
MORGANNA: What are you doing?! Get up and go after her!
MIR’AH: Sorry, honey. My leg is swelling up like Paris Hilton’s (Or other
popular star.) ego! I’m afraid you’re going to have to do it.
MORGANNA: Me?
MIR’AH: Don’t worry! I’ve got a foolproof plan! They don’t call me
Magic Mir’ah for nothing! (MORGANNA crouches by MIR’AH and
they whisper to each other. MORGANNA and a limping MIR’AH EXIT
LEFT. LIGHTS SWITCH to another part of the stage. SOUND EFFECT:
WOODLAND NOISES.)
SNOW WHITE: (Stumbles ON RIGHT.) I’ve finally lost her! (Stops and
looks around.) But it looks like I’ve lost myself as well. Where am
I? (OFFSTAGE VOICES chant from OFF LEFT as WORKERS 1 and 2
ENTER. She hides.)
WORKER 1: Man, what a day. Thirteen hours with no break!
WORKER 2: And for what? We don’t even have enough to rent our
own homes!
WORKER 1: Yeah, I’m getting sick of living in a one-room shack with
six other guys!
WORKER 2: What are you going to do about it? It’s all we can afford!
That old witch on the hill will never give us a raise!
WORKER 1: I know, I know. Well, let’s get home so we can eat before
the others get back from the mines.
SNOW WHITE: (Overhears the conversation.) The little man!
WORKER 2: Excuse me?
SNOW WHITE: I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear your
conversation, and I think I can help. Please, sirs, what may I call
you?
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WORKERS: (Together.) Grumpy!
SNOW WHITE: I feel your pain. Listen, all we have to do is get all of
the workers together and get them to agree not to mine anymore
until they get paid fairly for the job they do!
WORKER 1: Hmm. That might just work.
WORKER 2: Without us there would be nobody to work the mines!
The company would grind to a halt, and she would have to give in
to our demands!
WORKER 1: Yeah! Hey, let’s go get the other guys and tell them the
news! (WORKERS EXIT RIGHT.)
SNOW WHITE: Finally! The time of the little man is at hand! (Runs
OFF RIGHT.)
MORGANNA: (ENTERS LEFT.) I hope this works. (Injects an apple with
the syringe. As VOICES are heard from OFF RIGHT, she throws the
needle away, pulls on a hood and assumes an old lady posture as
WORKERS and SNOW WHITE ENTER RIGHT.)
SNOW WHITE: …and that’s how we’ll do it! She’ll never see it
coming!
WORKERS: (At once.) Yeah! Hooray! All right!
MORGANNA: Hello, dear. Help an old woman pay the bills? (Offers
SNOW WHITE the apple.)
SNOW WHITE: Of course! Anything for the people! (Pays MORGANNA
for the apple and then takes a bite proudly while the WORKERS
cheer. SNOW WHITE chokes and starts to stumble around.)
MORGANNA: Whoops. Maybe I used too much. (Beat.) Oh well.
(Reveals herself.) Ha ha! Let’s see you organize the workers now!
(Runs OFF LEFT.)
WORKER 1: Oh, no! She’s poisoned Snow White! What will we do?
MR. PRINCE: (ENTERS RIGHT.) Good workers! I’m Mr. Prince, a union
organizer from (Enter a nearby county or town name). I heard about
the good work Snow White has been doing here, and I came to
see how I might help. Where can I find her? (During all of this,
SNOW WHITE stumbles around the stage as the WORKERS and MR.
PRINCE stand around talking.)
WORKER 2: Mr. Prince! Thank goodness you’ve come! Snow White
has been poisoned by her stepmother, who also happens to be the
head of the coal mining operation!
MR. PRINCE: Oh, no! Without the strong will and guidance of Snow
White, what will we do?
SNOW WHITE: (Finally, she is able to give herself the Heimlich maneuver
and dislodge the bite of poisoned apple. Coughs.) That witch!
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WORKER 1: You’re alive! Oh, Snow White, you were poisoned by your
wicked stepmother!
SNOW WHITE: (Exasperated.) I know!
MR. PRINCE: I’m so happy to see you’re okay! I’m Mr. Prince. I’m here
to help with the cause.
SNOW WHITE: Thank you, Mr. Prince, I appreciate it. But this is
personal now. Sit back, shut up and let me handle my business.
MR. PRINCE: (Swoons.) Yes, Snow White!
SNOW WHITE: C’mon! (EXITS RIGHT, followed by MR. PRINCE and
WORKERS.)
MOTHER: And so, Snow White unionized the workers and took over
the company, forcing her stepmother to live with Mir’ah in the
workers’ old shack. The end.
DAUGHTER: That one was okay.
MOTHER: You think?
DAUGHTER: Yes, but I think you can do better.
MOTHER: (Laughs.) Oh, you do, do you?
DAUGHTER: Yeah!
MOTHER: Fine then. This time you pick the story.
DAUGHTER: Hmmm… how about Cinderella? She’s my favorite!
(ACTORS ENTER, expecting the next story. MOTHER stops them with
her hand and waves them off. ACTORS EXIT, angry.)
MOTHER: I don’t know. Why is she your favorite?
DAUGHTER: Because even though she starts out normal like me, she
gets to marry a prince and live in a big castle and have parties and
buy fancy dresses and wear pretty shoes and jewelry and—
MOTHER: So you like her because she marries a prince and gets to
be rich?
DAUGHTER: (Hesitates.) Well, yeah. I guess.
MOTHER: Being rich isn’t always a good thing.
DAUGHTER: It’s not?
MOTHER: Of course not!
DAUGHTER: But then how could you buy all of those fancy things?
MOTHER: Some people don’t like fancy things. Some people are
happy with very little.
DAUGHTER: Like who?
MOTHER: Well, like most of the artists in the world for one. (Laughs.)
They don’t get to live in big fancy castles, but people all over the
world look up to them for what they do, not what they have.
DAUGHTER: Really?
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PRODUCTION NOTES
PROPERTIES
ONSTAGE:
Desk with office materials, chair, a prince doll, stuffed animal,
princess doll, papers, crayons, oversized chair (big enough for
two)
BROUGHT ON:
Costume rack with costumes for all scenes hanging on wire
hangers (LITTLE RED)
Basket with bottled water and vegetables (LITTLE RED’S
MOTHER)
Axe (WOODSMAN)
Oversized syringe, fanny pack (MIR’AH)
Apple, oversized syringe (MORGANNA)
Coin (SNOW WHITE)
Broom, small notepad, pencil, Birkenstock-type sandals
(CINDERELLA)
Dress, glass slippers, wand, watch (FAIRY GODMOTHER)
Sandal (CHARMING)
Knife (STEPMOTHER)
SOUND EFFECTS
Eating noises, scream, woodland noises, “Magical Music,” optional
ball music, glass breaking
COSTUMES
The play was designed to have minimal production costs. MOTHER and
DAUGHTER can be in simple everyday clothing. All other actors have
a simple base costume such as a pair of sneakers, a pair of jeans
or plain pants and a plain shirt. As each story is announced, these
actors run in and grab a “costume gesture” from an onstage costume
rack. For instance, in the original production, LITTLE RED kept her base
costume on but pulls a red hooded cape on overtop of it, MIR‘AH pulled
a silver sequined shirt over his costume to create a mirror effect, and
the STEPSISTERS added a fancy sash which tied around their waists
to connect the two of them together. These “costume gestures” are
up to the imagination of the director and costume designer and can
be anything you want, provided they help the audience identify these
characters. The easier the costumes are to put on, the better.
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FLEXIBLE CASTING
This play can be performed with as few as 8 or as many as 19 speaking
parts. For an even larger cast, WORKERS can be expanded to seven,
as in the seven dwarfs. FAIRY GODMOTHER is funniest played by a
male actor.
For a smaller cast, the play can be done with as few as four males and
four females (that is, if you have stepsisters played by male actors).
For this small cast option, we suggest doubling as follows:
ACTRESS ONE: MOTHER
ACTRESS TWO: DAUGHTER
ACTRESS THREE: LITTLE RED, SNOW WHITE, CINDERELLA
ACTRESS FOUR: LITTLE RED’S MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, MORGANNA,
STEPMOTHER
ACTOR ONE: WOLF, WORKER 1, STEPSISTER
ACTOR TWO: WOODSMAN, MIR’AH, STEPSISTER
ACTOR THREE: MR. PRINCE, FAIRY GODMOTHER
ACTOR FOUR: WORKER 2, CHARMING
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