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Boris and the Valentine Fairy Cast of characters: Boris Jones, Karen Fair, The Valentine Fairy, Barry

Jones, four animals (cat, bat, hippo, monkey) SCENE ONE: OUTSIDE OF THE SCHOOL BORIS: There's Karen. She's soo beautiful! (Sighs) I wish she would like me. (Karen fixes her hair) KAREN: There, that's better! (Goes offstage) BORIS: (sighs again) There's only week until Valentine's Day. Oh, how I wish Karen would be my Valentine! (A loud "poof"! And the Valentine Fairy appears) BORIS: Who are you? VALENTINE FAIRY: Why, I'm the Valentine Fairy, of course! Didn't you call me? BORIS: Did I? V.F.: Didn't you say "I wish someone would be my Valentine?" BORIS: I guess so. V.F.: Well, those are the magic words that make me appear! BORIS: Wait a minute. I never heard of the Valentine Fairy before! (Turns the audience) Did you ever hear of the Valentine Fairy before? (Waits for an answer) V.F.: So, just because you never heard of me doesn't mean I'm not real. Do you want this girl to be your Valentine, or what? BORIS: Yes, yes! What do I have to do? V.F.: First, you have to be near the girl. Then, you have to say this magic poem: Be my Valentine, Wallee, Wallee, Woo, Now and all the time, Tippy, tippy, too. Do you think you can remember that? BORIS: Sure! That's all there is to it? V.F.: Yes! Now, good luck! (Smaller poof and the Valentine Fairy disappears offstage) BORIS: (to himself) Be my Valentine, zippee, dippy, do. Now and all the time, boppy, sloppy, sloo. Was that it? No, wait. (Karen comes back onstage) BORIS: Oh, here comes Karen. Let's see if I can make this work! (Comes over to her) Hi, Karen! KAREN: Oh, uh, hi, Boris. (Looks at her watch) Oh! Look at the time, I have to go! BORIS: Wait a minute! I have something to tell you! (Clears his throat) Be my Valentine, Lippee loppy loo, Now and all the time, Knockee, knockee nu. (Poof! And Karen turns into a cat!) CAT: Meow!! BORIS: Oh, my gosh! I think I used the wrong magic words! I'd better try that again. Be my Valentine, crippy, crippy, crue - wait, that's not right! What are those words again (turns to the audience) - Can you remember the magic words?

(Waits till the audience says something) Okay, I'll try those. (Poof! And Karen turns into a bat!) BAT: Screech, screech! BORIS: Oh, no that's not right either. Let's try something else. Now and all the time, dippy, wippy, loo. (Poof! And Karen turns into a hippo!) HIPPO: Grunt, grunt! BORIS: Oh, man - this is getting worse and worse. What are those words again? Can't any of you out there remember? (Waits for response from audience) (Poof! Hippo turns into a monkey!) MONKEY: (makes monkey sounds and jumps around) (Boris's brother Barry comes on stage) BARRY: Cool! A monkey! Just what I need for show and tell in my class! Thanks, Boris! (Grabs monkey and runs off stage) BORIS: Wait! That's not really a monkey! What do I do now? (Goes off stage) SCENE TWO: SCHOOL ROOM BARRY: This is going to be so cool. No body else is going to have a monkey for show and tell! MONKEY: (jumps up and down and makes monkey sounds) BARRY: I'll just put this monkey up here on this shelf until it's time for show and tell. (Puts the monkey "up on shelf" - the shelf is actually a chair, not too high) BORIS: (bursts into the classroom, out of breath) Barry! Where's Karen - I mean that monkey! BARRY: Boris, what are you doing here? BORIS: I need that monkey! It's not really a monkey. BARRY: Have you gone nuts? Look (points to the monkey) - That's a monkey if I ever saw one. (To audience) Isn't that a monkey? BORIS: Come on down, monkey, I mean Karen! (Monkey jumps up and down) BARRY: Leave my monkey alone! (Brothers fight and shake shelf. Monkey starts falling) (Suddenly, monkey turns back into Karen as it is falling off stage) (Boris goes down and "catches" her) KAREN: (appears on stage) Oh, Boris! You caught me! You saved me! I love you! (Kisses him) BARRY: What the--??? KAREN: I had this awful dream that I turned into a monkey. And then I was falling out of a tree. Then I woke and and I was falling! And you caught me. Boris, you're my hero! Can I be your Valentine? BORIS: Sure! (They kiss) (Boris, Karen, and Barry leave the stage) (Valentine Fairy appears) V.F.: Good thing those animal spells only last a short time. (Whole cast comes on stage and says) HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! THE END Rapunzel

Once upon a time there lived a man and his wife who were very unhappy because they had no children. These good people had a little window at the back of their house, which looked into the most lovely garden, full of all manner of beautiful flowers and vegetables; but the garden was surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to enter it, for it belonged to a witch of great power, who was feared by the whole world. One day the woman stood at the window overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of the finest rampion: the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed to eat them. The desire grew day by day, and just because she knew she couldn't possibly get any, she pined away and became quite pale and wretched. Then her husband grew alarmed and said: 'What ails you, dear wife?' 'Oh,' she answered, 'if I don't get some rampion to eat out of the garden behind the house, I know I shall die.' The man, who loved her dearly, thought to himself, 'Come! rather than let your wife die you shall fetch her some rampion, no matter the cost.' So at dusk he climbed over the wall into the witch's garden, and, hastily gathering a handful of rampion leaves, he returned with them to his wife. She made them into a salad, which tasted so good that her longing for the forbidden food was greater than ever. If she were to know any peace of mind, there was nothing for it but that her husband should climb over the garden wall again, and fetch her some more. So at dusk over he got, but when he reached the other side he drew back in terror, for there, standing before him, was the old witch. 'How dare you,' she said, with a wrathful glance, 'climb into my garden and steal my rampion like a common thief? You shall suffer for your foolhardiness.' 'Oh!' he implored, 'pardon my presumption; necessity alone drove me to the deed. My wife saw your rampion from her window, and conceived such a desire for it that she would certainly have died if her wish had not been gratified.' Then the Witch's anger was a little appeased, and she said: 'If it's as you say, you may take as much rampion away with you as you like, but on one condition only -- that you give me the child your wife will shortly bring into the world. All shall go well with it, and I will look after it like a mother.' The man in his terror agreed to everything she asked, and as soon as the child was born the Witch appeared, and having given it the name of Rapunzel, which is the same as rampion, she carried it off with her. Rapunzel was the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old the Witch shut her up in a tower, in the middle of a great wood, and the tower had neither stairs nor doors, only high up at the very top a small window. When the old Witch wanted to get in she stood underneath and called out: 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your golden hair,' for Rapunzel had wonderful long hair, and it was as fine as spun gold. Whenever she heard the Witch's voice she unloosed her plaits, and let her hair fall down out of the window about twenty yards below, and the old Witch climbed up by it. After they had lived like this for a few years, it happened one day that a Prince was riding through the wood and passed by the tower. As he drew near it he heard someone singing so sweetly that he stood still spell-bound, and listened. It was Rapunzel in her loneliness trying to while away the time by letting her sweet voice ring out into the wood. The Prince longed to see the owner of the voice, but he sought in vain for a door in the tower. He rode home, but he was so haunted by the song he had heard that he returned every day

to the wood and listened. One day, when he was standing thus behind a tree, he saw the old Witch approach and heard her call out: 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your golden hair,' Then Rapunzel let down her plaits, and the Witch climbed up by them. 'So that's the staircase, is it?' said the Prince. 'Then I too will climb it and try my luck.' So on the following day, at dusk, he went to the foot of the tower and cried: 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your golden hair,' and as soon as she had let it down the Prince climbed up. At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man came in, for she had never seen one before; but the Prince spoke to her so kindly, and told her at once that his heart had been so touched by her singing, that he felt he should know no peace of mind till he had seen her. Very soon Rapunzel forgot her fear, and when he asked her to marry him she consented at once. 'For,' she thought, 'he is young and handsome, and I'll certainly be happier with him than with the old Witch.' So she put her hand in his and said: 'Yes, I will gladly go with you, only how am I to get down out of the tower? Every time you come to see me you must bring a skein of silk with you, and I will make a ladder of them, and when it is finished I will climb down by it, and you will take me away on your horse.' They arranged that till the ladder was ready, he was to come to her every evening, because the old woman was with her during the day. The old Witch, of course, knew nothing of what was going on, till one day Rapunzel, not thinking of what she was about, turned to the Witch and said: 'How is it, good mother, that you are so much harder to pull up than the young Prince? He is always with me in a moment.' 'Oh! you wicked child,' cried the Witch. 'What is this I hear? I thought I had hidden you safely from the whole world, and in spite of it you have managed to deceive me.' In her wrath she seized Rapunzel's beautiful hair, wound it round and round her left hand, and then grasping a pair of scissors in her right, snip snap, off it came, and the beautiful plaits lay on the ground. And, worse than this, she was so hard-hearted that she took Rapunzel to a lonely desert place, and there left her to live in loneliness and misery. But on the evening of the day in which she had driven poor Rapunzel away, the Witch fastened the plaits on to a hook in the window, and when the Prince came and called out: 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your golden hair,' she let them down, and the Prince climbed up as usual, but instead of his beloved Rapunzel he found the old Witch, who fixed her evil, glittering eyes on him, and cried mockingly: 'Ah, ah! you thought to find your lady love, but the pretty bird has flown and its song is dumb; the cat caught it, and will scratch out your eyes too. Rapunzel is lost to you for ever -- you will never see her more.' The Prince was beside himself with grief, and in his despair he jumped right down from the tower, and, though he escaped with his life, the thorns among which he fell pierced his eyes out. Then he wandered, blind and miserable, through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and weeping and lamenting the loss of his lovely bride. So he wandered about for some years, as wretched and unhappy as he could well be, and at last he came to the desert place where Rapunzel was living. Of a sudden he heard a voice which seemed strangely familiar to him. He walked eagerly in the direction of the sound, and when he was quite close, Rapunzel recognised him and fell on his neck and wept. But two of her tears touched his eyes, and in a moment they

became quite clear again, and he saw as well as he had ever done. Then he led her to his kingdom, where they were received and welcomed with great joy, and they lived happily ever after. Romeo and Juliet Act 2, Scene 2 Capulet's orchard. Enter ROMEO ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. JULIET appears above at a window But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! JULIET Ay me! ROMEO She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.

JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself. ROMEO I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JULIET What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel? ROMEO By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? ROMEO Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ROMEO With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. JULIET If they do see thee, they will murder thee. ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here. ROMEO I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. JULIET By whose direction found'st thou out this place? ROMEO By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. JULIET Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.

ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-JULIET O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. ROMEO What shall I swear by? JULIET Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. ROMEO If my heart's dear love-JULIET Well, do not swear, although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast! ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? ROMEO The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. ROMEO Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? JULIET But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. Nurse calls within I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!

Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. Exit, above ROMEO O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET, above JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world. Nurse [Within] Madam! JULIET I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee-Nurse [Within] Madam! JULIET By and by, I come:-To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send. ROMEO So thrive my soul-JULIET A thousand times good night! Exit, above ROMEO A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Retiring Re-enter JULIET, above JULIET Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name. ROMEO

It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! JULIET Romeo! ROMEO My dear? JULIET At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? ROMEO At the hour of nine. JULIET I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company. ROMEO And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. JULIET 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO I would I were thy bird. JULIET Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Exit above ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. Exit

"Well look what you got," said Spot, holding a bright red envelope in her hoof. "It looks like a Valentine!" "A what!" exclaimed Fawn, angrily. "Give me that." Fawn grabbed the envelope from Spot and tore it open. A red heart-shaped card fell to the barn floor, along with several little heart-shaped cinnamon candies. "Who could have sent this to me?" asked Fawn. "I don't know," said Spot. "Maybe it was that new cow next door. I've seen the way she looks at you across the fence." "I bet it was Clarice!" exclaimed Fawn. "Only I don't think that she would be stupid enough to send me a Valentine's card." "Valentine's aren't stupid," said Spot. "They are nice. I wish someone sent me one." "Well here," said Fawn. "You can have mine." "I can't take yours," said Spot. "I wish I knew who sent it," said Fawn. "All you have to do is read the card," said Spot. Fawn picked the card up from the barn floor and read the inscription on it. "To Fawn, have a wonderful Valentine's Day, love, your friend, Spot," Fawn read. "Spot!" exclaimed Fawn. "You sent this to me!" "Yes," blushed Spot. "I did!" "But, why didn't you tell me?" asked Fawn. "Because that would have been too simple," said Spot. "I thought that Valentine's were only sent to loved ones," said Fawn. "Well," said Spot. "Don't you know by now that I love you, Fawn." "You do!" said Fawn surprised. "I mean, I knew that you liked me, but I never knew that you loved me." "Well I do," said Spot. "Now, don't you love me?" Fawn thought for a few seconds before answering Spot's question. "You know," said Fawn. "I guess I do love you." "You do!" exclaimed Spot. Spot was really surprised by Fawn's answer. She never in a million years ever thought that Fawn really loved her. "You know, Spot," said Fawn, still thinking. "Now that we both love each other, don't you think that we should get married?" "Oh wow!" exclaimed Spot. "You want to marry me." "Yes," said Fawn. "I do. Spot, will you marry me?" "Yes," said Spot. "I will marry you."

VALENTINES DAY KISSES written by Debbie Williamson Hey Mom, said five year old Jack. Tomorrow is Valentines Day. Our teacher said that we should bring Valentines cards and give them to the girls. I dont like girls, Mom. Do I have to give cards to the girls? Honey, said Mother. You dont have to give cards to the girls, if you dont want to. Good, said Jack. I dont like girls! What did you say? laughed Father when he walked by the kitchen door. You dont like girls! No, said Jack. I dont like girls. Its Valentines Day tomorrow, Mother explained. Oh! said Father. I see. Jack, I suppose that you dont want to give the girls Valentines cards, right!

Thats right, Daddy! exclaimed Jack. I dont want to give the girls any Valentines cards. But why, Jack? Father asked. You dont know the fun youll be missing out on. What do the girls ever do, thats nice to me? asked Jack. All they do is tease me and take my lunch from me. Ah son, said Father. Everyone in your class will be giving out cards. What are you going to do when all the girls give you cards? They wont, said Jack. Will they? Oh! said Mother. They will. Girls always like to give out Valentines cards. Why, I just bet your friend, Kenny, is at home making his cards right now? You think so, said Jack. He doesnt like girls, either. Here, said Daddy. Why dont you give Kenny a call? Mother dialed Kennys telephone number. Hello Kenny, said Jack. What are you doing? Im making Valentines cards, said Kenny. What are you doing? Well, said Jack. I was just thinking about making my Valentines cards. Both Mother and Father smiled to themselves. Jack hung up the telephone and turned to his Dad. Hey Dad, said Jack. I was wondering if you could take me to the store. I need to get some red construction paper. Sure son, his father said. Lets go. Jack and his father bought some construction paper, some scissors, some glue and even some frilly doilies. Both Mother and Father helped Jack with his cards. Jack had great fun the next day at the Valentines party. He didnt even mind it when a few of the girls gave him a kiss.