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CURTAIN OPENS: Cinderella is still sitting on the floor weeping when there is a loud thump and a few banging noises at the door. Cinderella looks up and wipes her eyes quickly, and goes to the door, speaking loudly from inside.
Cinderella: Who is it?
She only hears mumbling, so she puts her ear to the door.
Cinderella: I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you. Who did you say it is?
Fairy Godmother: Your Fairy Godmother.
Cinderella: Drucilla and Prudensa, haven’t you done enough to me for one day. Please go away!
Fairy Godmother: No, really, it is your Fairy Godmother! Please let me in. A dog has been chasing me for 5 blocks!
Cinderella opens the door and in walks her Fairy Godmother who is dressed in a tutu or petticoat with a tiara, leg warmers, preferably of different colors and heights, and 2 different sneakers, one high-top and one short. She has a huge fabric purse/sack over her shoulder. Her wand is a piece of bent coat hanger with a star falling off the end of it.
Cinderella: Who are you? Did my stepmother and stepsisters put you up to this?
Fairy Godmother: Why no, my dear, I really am your Fairy Godmother!
Cinderella: No offense, but you don’t look like someone who can help me.
Fairy Godmother looks down at her outfit.
Fairy Godmother: You don’t like my outfit? Sorry if I look a little worse for wear. I was napping on a cloud on my way here, and I rolled over and fell off. I hit the ground pretty hard and bent my magic wand. But it still works?
Cinderella: Magic, huh? I don’t think even magic can help me!
Cinderella sighs and lowers her head. Fairy Godmother pats her on the shoulder.
Fairy Godmother: What is wrong my dear?
Cinderella: Well, to put a long story short…
Cinderella counts off on her fingers as she speaks.
Cinderella: Mother died….Dad married evil stepmother…2 evil stepsisters…I became their servant…Invited to the ball…Cleaned like crazy…Gowns ruined…No Prince…Very sad.
Cinderella sighs twice.
Fairy Godmother: Well, that is a lot! But I can at least get you to the ball.
Cinderella holds the sides of her dress with her hands as she speaks.
Cinderella: Like this?
Fairy Godmother: Well, of course not, dear! We will use magic!
Fairy Godmother aims her wand at Cinderella
Fairy Godmother: All her troubles she did confess… Now make this lady a lovely dress! Beanie, deanie. Fettucine!
Nothing happens.
Fairy Godmother: Hmm. The wand must have gotten a little damaged when I fell. Let’s try again… Cinderella needs a gown, To take away her awful frown! Franza, manza. Hot lasagna!
She aims the wand at Cinderella again, and this time there is a loud noise and smoke comes out of the wand. Cinderella jumps back.
Cinderella: Is that thing dangerous?
Fairy Godmother: Oh no! It just needs a little repair.
She attempts to straighten the wand a little and fix the star.
Fairy Godmother: Well, let’s try again. The third time is a charm.
Cinderella: I don’t know. I’m a little nervous.