I thought it would be fun to put on an impromptu play for our residents!
It wasn’t only fun but a wonderful team building experience. We had a great time and will be doing it again this week on Thursday 8/23/12, but this time with a double header!
Jade as: Judy
Jon as: Tom
Erica as: Mrs. Sweet
David as: Mr. Sweet
Nick as: Stan Mackintosh
Kim as: Tom’s Mother
Tsega as: An Aerobics Instructor
The Interrupted Picnic
~ CURTAIN OPENS ~
TOM and JUDY enter from stage left. TOM carries a picnic basket and a blanket. He finds a spot in the center of the stage, unfurls the blanket with a flourish, and plops down the picnic basket. JUDY takes a seat on the blanket and TOM sits beside her.
JUDY: It sure is a beautiful day for a picnic.
TOM: Sure is, Judy. Especially here. Do you remember our first date?
JUDY: Of course I do! It was exactly one year ago today.
TOM: In this very park. In this very spot. On this very blanket.
JUDY: That’s when I found out that you don’t like potato salad.
TOM: And I found out that you won’t eat a pie if it isn’t homemade. So I spent all day yesterday baking you one, a nectarine pie.
JUDY: Ooooh, I love nectarine pie!
TOM kneels to look in the picnic basket as if he is looking for pie, but he turns on his knee to kneel before JUDY. Is he going to propose?
TOM: Judy, this past year has been the best year of my life. In you, I feel as if I have truly found my soul mate. I wanted to come back to this park today and have a picnic because…
A man and a woman, MR. and MRS. SWEET, enter from stage left, waving.
MRS. SWEET (hollering to the couple): Yoo-hoo! Hi! Hi, Judy!
TOM (to JUDY): Your parents? What are they doing here?
JUDY: Oh, I invited them. Didn’t I tell you?
TOM: No, I think I would have remembered if you did. (TOM stands up.) Mr. and Mrs. Sweet. Hello! How nice of you to join us.
TOM hugs MRS. SWEET and then shakes MR. SWEET’s hand.
MRS. SWEET: Oh, this is just a lovely spot for a picnic. Judy tells me that this is where you two had your first date. That’s so cute! Isn’t that cute, dear?
MR. SWEET: So what do we do now? We sit on the ground?
JUDY: Yes, Daddy. It’s a picnic.
MR. SWEET: The ground looks wet. Is it wet?
JUDY: It’s just a little damp. That’s why we have a blanket, Daddy.
MR. SWEET: These are new pants.
MRS. SWEET: Oh, then why don’t you just stand, dear?
MR. SWEET: I think I might. Judy, sweetheart, I’m starving. Could you pass me some of the potato salad?
JUDY: There is no potato salad, Daddy.
MR. SWEET: No potato salad!
JUDY: Tom doesn’t really like potato salad, Daddy, so we didn’t make any.
MR. SWEET (to TOM): You don’t like potato salad? Why not? What’s wrong with potato salad?
TOM: Nothing’s wrong with potato salad, Mr. Sweet.
MR. SWEET: Who doesn’t like potato salad? It’s delicious. My wife makes the best potato salad. She’s won awards!
MRS. SWEET: Oh, will you stop pestering the boy! So Tom doesn’t like my award-winning potato salad – that’s fine. I’m not offended or disappointed. Sure, no one has ever refused my potato salad before, but there’s a first time for everything.
TOM: I’m sure your potato salad is delicious, Mrs. Sweet.
MRS. SWEET: Well, I can go home right now and make some if you’d like. It would only take me an hour or so to go to the grocery store, go home, make the salad, and come back. Help me up, dear.
(MR. SWEET helps MRS. SWEET stand up.)
TOM: Oh, that’s not really necessary.
MR. SWEET: I could really go for some of that potato salad.
TOM: It sounds like too much trouble.
MR. SWEET: And what about pickles? Do we have any pickles? We didn’t bring any. Honey, could you pick up some pickles, too, while you’re at it?
MRS. SWEET: It’s no trouble at all. Yes, I’ll go home and make up a little potato salad and pick up some pickles.
JUDY: Mom, please don’t go. You just got here. I think we can make do without any potato salad. And I think we have some pickles, right Tom?
TOM: Yup. A jar of sliced pickles.
MR. SWEET: Sliced? No, no, no. I got to have whole pickles. I like the crunch when you bite into them. Honey, go to the store.
JUDY: Mom, please don’t.
MRS. SWEET: Are you sure?
MR. SWEET: Are you sure about that?
JUDY: I’m sure. We have plenty other things to eat.
Just then a Frisbee sails from off stage right and lands in the middle of the picnic. A man, STAN MACKINTOSH, comes jogging over to fetch his Frisbee.
STAN: I’m so sorry, that one got away from me. Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Sweet, how are you?
MR. SWEET: Oh, hi there Stan! Honey, look, it’s Stan Mackintosh. You remember, Stan? He and Judy dated before she met Tom.
MRS. SWEET: Of course I remember Stan! Hello there, Stan. How have you been?
STAN: Fine, thank you, Mrs. Sweet. Hi, Judy.
JUDY (reluctantly): Hello, Stan.
TOM (reaching out his hand for a shake): Hi, Stan, I’m Tom.
STAN ignores the hand shake and reaches for his Frisbee.
MR. SWEET: Out getting some exercise, I see, Stan.
STAN: Yes, Mr. Sweet. My doctor says that exercise is really one of the best ways to stay positive and ward off the blues, you know.
MR. SWEET: Is that so?
STAN: Ever since your daughter broke up with me, I’ve been going through a bit of a rough patch.
MRS. SWEET: Oh, Stan, you poor boy. Would you like to join us?
TOM: Maybe he shouldn’t.
STAN: I wouldn’t want to impose.
MRS. SWEET: It wouldn’t be an imposition.
STAN: Well, I sure would love a taste of your famous potato salad.
MR. SWEET: There is no potato salad.
STAN: No potato salad? But it’s award winning!
MR. SWEET: Tom doesn’t like potato salad.
STAN: Who’s Tom?
TOM: I’m Tom. Judy’s new boyfriend.
STAN: Oh, Tom. Hi. I didn’t see you there. Maybe I should just pick up my Frisbee and get back to my exercise.
JUDY: I think that would be a good idea.
STAN: But thank you for the generous invitation, Mrs. Sweet.
MRS. SWEET: You’re very welcome, Stan.
TOM: You’ve probably got to get back to your friends, anyway.
TOM: To play catch with? With your Frisbee?
STAN: Oh, no, Tom. I play Frisbee with myself. It’s a much better workout to throw and catch your own Frisbee. But it looks like you probably don’t work out much, so you wouldn’t know that.
TOM: I do too work out.
STAN: I’ll have to take a rain check on that potato salad, Mrs. Sweet. Bye-bye.
STAN throws the Frisbee off stage and runs after it.
MRS. SWEET: What a nice boy.
MR. SWEET: Throws and catches his own Frisbee. Now there’s an idea.
JUDY: How about I start fixing some plates?
TOM: I’ll help.
As TOM reaches into the picnic basket a WOMAN wearing sunglasses enters from stage left on the arm of a MAN whose arms are loaded down with a picnic basket and a picnic blanket. The WOMAN stops, lowers her sunglasses, and stares at TOM.
WOMAN: Tom! Sweetie!
TOM looks up, a look of horror on his face.
TOM: Mom? What are you doing here?
JUDY: Hi Wanda. What a surprise to see you here.
WANDA: Hi Judy. Well, Tom, I remembered that you told me about this wonderful park to have a picnic in, and it was such a beautiful day that I thought I would try it myself.
WANDA stands there awkwardly for a moment with the MAN standing silent next to her.
WANDA: Yes, Tom?
TOM: Who’s your friend?
WANDA: Ohhhh! How rude of me! This is my friend Bruce. He’s my aqua aerobics instructor. We met online. Well, I found his aqua aerobics course over the Internet, and that’s how we met. I take his class two times a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays.
MRS. SWEET: Isn’t the Internet lovely?
TOM: Mom, these are Judy’s parents, Rebecca Sweet and Donald Sweet. Mr. and Mrs. Sweet, this is my mother, Wanda, and her friend, Bruce.
WANDA: Boyfriend, Tom. My boyfriend Bruce. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Rebecca and Donald. I can’t believe our children have been dating for a year, and we haven’t met yet. I have to say, your daughter is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Our little Judy Sweet. Aptly named.
MRS. SWEET: Thank you. And so is your Tom, of course.
MR. SWEET: Hey, Bruce, why don’t you put down that heavy load right here next to our blanket.
MRS. SWEET: That’s a great idea! You two should join us. Please do.
WANDA: Well, I don’t want to interrupt if you’re having a family picnic.
As BRUCE sets down his basket and blanket, TOM whispers to his mother.
TOM: Mom, I didn’t know it was going to be a family picnic, I swear. I would have invited you if I had known. Actually, I thought it was going to be a romantic picnic for just the two of us.
WANDA (whispering back to Tom): I know what you mean, Tom, I kind of had the same idea.
MRS. SWEET: Come now, Wanda. If this is a family picnic, then you’re family too. And Bruce, you get comfortable. You’re a quiet one, aren’t you Bruce?
MR. SWEET: Hey Bruce, do any men take your water aerobics course? I’ve been thinking of joining one, but I don’t want to be the only guy in the pool.
Just then a football comes sailing from off stage right and lands in the middle of their picnic. STAN again, comes running through to fetch his football.
STAN: Sorry for the interruption again. That one got away from me.
MR. SWEET: Throwing around the old pigskin, hey Stan? What happened to the Frisbee?
STAN: I like to vary my workout. It works all the major muscle groups.
TOM: You still playing catch with yourself?
STAN: It’s excellent for the cardiovascular system.
WANDA: Like aqua aerobics!
STAN: Hey, Judy, do you remember when I ran that half marathon?
JUDY: You mean the one where we ate breakfast at an all-you-can-eat pancake restaurant right before the race started? You were sick the entire race. You didn’t even finish.
STAN: I was carbo-loading. You need to eat a lot of carbs to run those things. Hey, Tom, you ever run a half marathon?
TOM: Nope. Sounds like you’ve never run one either.
STAN: What did you say? Anyway, I should get back.
TOM: Throw yourself a long one.
STAN hurls the football off stage and runs after it.
TOM (to Judy): You actually dated that guy?
JUDY: My mom set us up. We went on, like, two dates.
TOM looks around at all his picnic guests.
TOM: Well, this certainly isn’t going like I had planned but… here goes.
TOM gets down on one knee.
WANDA: Tom, what are you doing?
TOM holds forth a ring box.
MRS. SWEET: What is that?
MR. SWEET: If we’re lucky, it’s some potato salad. Or a box of pickles.
TOM: Judy, it’s only fitting that here, in front of our family – your parents, my mother, and Bruce – that I ask you to start a family with me. Judy, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?
Just then, a croquet ball rolls over from stage left, and STAN hurries after it with a mallet in his hands.
STAN: Sorry. I missed the wicket. Ignore me. I’ll just play through.
STAN whacks the ball and exits.
JUDY: Yes Tom. In front of all these people, I say yes! I’ll marry you! Yes! Yes!
TOM: Can you promise me one thing?
TOM: Promise me that our wedding will be invitation only.
~ END SCENE ~