MUSIC Overture MUSIC Racing Advanced Jazz Mix - Yellow 1. Scene of Grand Prix around the World Winner 1st place - Racing Car – Grand Prix de France 1908 Grand Prix Deutschland 1908, British Grand Prix 1909 Early 20th century – costumes – cars – ended with crash so car burnt out. 2. Scene of Old Garage and Farm – dirty – children playing cars in old burnt car Lizzie: Where are we going? Annie: Come on Lizzie, we’re going to find the others. Lizzie: But where are they? Annie: They’re at the old farm. Lizzie: Not old Coggin’s farm? Annie: Well yes, but…hey look there’s Sam and Ed! Ed: Hey girls! You coming to play? Sam: Come on it’s over here, come on everyone! Annie: What’s over here? Ed: They’ve found an old car! Annie: An old car? Sam: Yes, the Potts children are playing in it. Come on! Lizzie: But this is Coggins farm….we can’t go in there…. Annie: Come on…. MUSIC - CHICK CHICK CHICK CHICKEN - Baby Ballet Sam: You’re going too fast! Jo: You need to go left! Charlie: Keep going, we’re going to win! Ed: Pull over, pull over! Jemima: Slow down, we’re going to crash! George: Broooom, broom Sam: Nyeeeeee, Nyeeeeeee Hey Lizzie, hey Annie! Annie: Wow, this is amazing Lizzie: Move over, let us on too! Jo: Hang on we’re coming to a bend! George: You’re going too fast! Sam: No I’m not, hang on! Ed: Broooooom, brooooom Charlie: Peep, peep Jo: And we’re coming into the final straight…. Jemima: We’re leading….. George: Nearly there….! All children: We win!!! Annie: Poor old car, it’s never going to win anything every again Jemima: We need to cheer it up. It feels sad. Lizzie: How about giving it a wash! Jo: A really good wash Sam: And a really good scrub! All children: Yes! Jemima: That’ll cheer the old car up! MUSIC – Car Wash Belinda: What do you call this old piece of junk then? Betsy (spy 2): What’s this burnt out piece of junk. Belinda: I’ll give you 10 bob for it. Bert: Piece of junk? Don’t be daft, that’s no heap of iron. This was once a great car! Won the Grand Prix three years running. Betsy: Ha ha, so it’s a car is it? Charlie: Certainly it’s a car! Jo: It’s a racing car! Sam: And we’re winning the race. Annie: Well you’re in the way. Lizzie: Yes, please move out of the way! Charlie: Move out of the way! Belinda: You’ll be in the way for a whole lot of trouble young man, if I have any more of your lip! Betsy: Right, I’ll give you 15 bob for it. Bert: Make it 30 bob, and she’s yours. Charlie: Mr.Coggins, you’re not going to sell her are you? Belinda: Aww shut up, what do you think he’s running here, a children’s playground? Alright, 30 bob, I’ll pick her up Wednesday. Jo: But Mr.Coggins, you promised we could play in her. Bert: Well, I’m sorry my dears, but she ain’t any use to me. Times are hard. Sam: But you can’t take her away. Charlie: She’s not just any old car Lizzie, Jemima and Annie: She’s ours! Bert: Not any more she ain’t. Ed and George: (Start to cry) But she’s our car Annie: You’re upsetting the little ones Belinda: I’ll see you tomorrow Bert. Charlie: But what are you going to do with her? Belinda: I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do… Betsy: We’re going to put her in the clapper…. Children: No! Belinda: We’re gonna crunch her up Children: Oooh! Betsy: Then we’re gonna put her in a fiery furnace Children: Ouch! Belinda: And we’re going to melt her down! (The old car shivers and drops to the ground) Charlie: Now look what you’ve done Annabella: You’ve frightened her Sam: See, she’s a very special car George: If you put her in a fiery furnace, Lizzie: You’ll be guilty of murder Ed: Yeah murder! Jemima: Yes murder! Belinda: Yeah, and if you don’t get out of it, I’ll be guilty of a whole lot of murders. (The children scream) Betsy: Go on now, out of it! Charlie: Please Mr.Coggins, Sam: You can’t sell our lovely car to that nasty man. Bert: I’m sorry children, but I’m afraid I already have. Jo: I know, Daddy will buy it from him, won’t he Jemima? Jemima: Of course he will! Sam: Mr, Coggins, promise you won’t let it go until they come back? Bert: Ha, well mind, thirty shillings, not a penny less. Jo: Please promise? Jemima: Please? Bert: Ha, ha, ha, alright, I promise. Jo: Come on Jemima! Charlie: Yeah, Jo, Jemima and George are going to buy our car! Lizzie: I like driving in our car! MUSIC – I LIKE DRIVING IN MY CAR – Principal children singing (They nearly crash into two ladies coming the other way) Truly: Well, careful, you could do someone some damage! Children: We’re very sorry Miss! Scrumptious: You need to watch where you’re going! Truly: Why aren’t you in school? Scrumptious: It isn’t a holiday or anything is it? (the children shake their heads) Truly: Well come along, we’ll take you home Scrumptious: So we know that you’re safe. Truly: What are your names? Jemima: Jemima! George: George! Jo: Jo! Scrumptious: Well I’m called Scrumptious. Scrummy for short. Jemima: What a lovely name! Truly: And I’m Truly. Jemima: A truly pretty name too. Truly: Why, thank you. 3. The Windmill – home of the Potts Family Scrumptious: Don’t you have something to say to your father? Jo: Ooh, yes Daddy, Mr Coggins says… Jemima: She doesn’t mean about that…. George: She means about…..(nods sincerely at Truly and Scrummy) Jo: Oh, yes…. Jemima: Daddy, we didn’t go to school today. Mr Potts: Uh huh, I see, well it’ll errr give the other children a chance to catch up, won’t it? Run along children.. Children: Goodbye…!! / Bye Scrummy! Bye Truly! / Come on angel! (Angel the dog) Truly: But….errrr….but… Grandpa: Afternoon Miss, and Miss, can’t stop, just off to have a cup of tea with the maharaja… (Scrumptious and Truly are aghast) Workshop Scene – strange inventions smoking and whistling all around Machines scene in Workshop Truly: Mr.Potts, Scrumptious: Mr.Potts. Well perhaps you’re simply not aware that your children are just running about. Truly: And in the road too! Scrumptious: And after all, its not a playground. And if you…. Mr.P: Would you mind just pressing that switch there.. Scrumptious: Switch? Mr.P: Yes, that one over there, at the bottom Truly: (looks around for the switch) This one? Mr.P: Thank you Truly: You really should try to exercise more control over them Mr P: Yes, well thank you, Scrumptious: Don’t your children go to school? Mr P: Oh, I see, now you’re the truant officer Srummy: No, I’m not the truant officer. Mr P: Well, didn’t you ever play truant, just the once? Scrummy: No, we most certainly did not! Mr P: Mmmmm, I bet you didn’t. Truly: Would it be too much to ask what this is? This errrm, contraption, this thing? Mr P: Little invention of mine. I, mmm, haven’t quite perfected it yet. Drama of robots and parts breaking Scrumptious: (Starting to laugh) And what’s this? Mr P: Well, one day, I hope to transmit moving pictures by wireless. I do believe I can do it! Scrumptious: Is that so? You really believe in your inventions do you? MUSIC I’m a Believer – Singing Truly: And this machine? Mr P: This madam, is a sweet making machine. Truly: And is this one of the sweets? Mr P: Yes it is. Scrumptious: And is it supposed to have all those holes in it? Mr P: No. Actually I think there’s a problem… Truly: The boiling point of your sugar is too high. Mr P: Oh, an expert on sweet making are we? Scrumptious: Well, as a matter of fact, we… Mr P: And an expert on child welfare… Truly: We were only trying to help… Mr P: I do not see how my children behave, is any concern of yours Truly: We were merely trying to…. Mr P: Well if you’d be so kind as to merely take yourself off and go and do good somewhere else. Scrumptious: Well, I’ve never been spoken… Mr P: Spoken to in that way before, well maybe it’s about time someone did. Truly: Oh, well really… Mr P: Good afternoon Madam. And Madam (They storm out crashing into the machines) MIND THE MACHINES! (going into the sitting room/dining room) Confounded women – who do they think they are? Unbelievable! Mimsie: Hello dear. (Mimsie is serving dinner. Soup and bread) Potts: Mimsie dear. Mimsie: Who’s unbelievable? Potts: Those 2 women! Jo: Well I liked them. George: So did I. Jemima: I thought they were pretty Mr P: They certainly were. Grandpa : Do I smell food? Mr P: Bring the salt and pepper please Father. Grandpa : Right a way Sir! Mimsie: And the bread please Grandfather! Grandpa : Right a way, Sir. Mr P: How was India? Grandpa: India? Well, I’ll tell you something.