Play Script Idea

Play Idea from Bunnicula

HAROLD: “Good evening.” 

THUNDER from outside.

NARRATOR: On the other hand, it’s not a very good evening, is it? Outside, that is. The wind and rain are rather ferocious. But here in the Monroe house it’s warm and safe. A good place to be on a night like this. 

HAROLD steps forward. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Harold. My full-time occupation is dog. I live with Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, and their two sons, Pete and Toby.

CHESTER hacks slightly. He goes back to sleep.

HAROLD: Oh yes, our home is shared by a cat named Chester. Whom I am pleased to call my friend.

NARRATOR: Harold sits on a large beanbag chair. Although it’s a doggie bed, he sits in it like any human being. But this house is also occupied by another creature. Who appeared in our midst on a night much like this.

HAROLD: focuses on the wall. 

THUNDER: It is heard as the storm intensifies. 

CHESTER: blinks his eyes open and smirks at HAROLD’s concentration. 

CHESTER: What are you doing?

HAROLD: Just obeying my orders. While the humans are gone. 

CHESTER: They told you to stare at the wall? 

HAROLD: They told me to watch the house. 

CHESTER: They didn’t mean literally. 

HAROLD: They didn’t? 

CHESTER: Of course not. You’re just supposed to keep strangers out. 

HAROLD How do I do that? 

CHESTER: I don’t know. You’re the watchdog. Bark or something. 4 

HAROLD: Oh. I get it. 
HAROLD: “barks” at the door. Hey! Hey! Stay outta here! 

CHESTER Not now. When you hear a noise. 

HAROLD: Oh. He settles into the beanbag. Why can’t they be more precise? 

CHESTER: You know the humans. They’re just trying to give us a sense of purpose. Like saying, “Be good, Chester.” 

HAROLD: Or “Stay, Harold!” 

CHESTER: Exactly. He freezes. Hold everything. 

HAROLD: What’s wrong? 

CHESTER: Flea in my ear. He scratches furiously. Got him! 

HAROLD: You’re shedding again, you know. 

CHESTER: So what? 

HAROLD: Remember the last time you got cat hair on that chair? 

CHESTER: sits up, disturbed by the memory. 
CHESTER: The vacuum cleaner. 

HAROLD: (to the audience) There’s nothing scarier. 

CHESTER: Well, I say a little loose hair is a small price to pay for the privilege of owning a cat. 

HAROLD: They say some humans don’t even like animals. 

CHESTER: You’re right, Harold. Statistics show that many families will never know the pride and joy of owning a pet. 

From the source: Bunnicula Script For a Play