Cinderella, Boots, Class & a Little Sass

by Lori M. Myers
  • 30-45 minutes
  • 1 Male, 4 Females, Max/Min Cast 5

Audience Participation, Young Audience, Comedy, Competitions


A Musical country and western version of Cinderella. In this musical one-act for kids, the Prince is a Cowboy and Cinderella meets and lassos her handsome prince.  A modernised parody version of Cinderella classic kid’s tale by Lori M. Myers with music by Ray Rhoads. To be performed by 5-7 adults or teens for children.


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  • Review Script 7.79 Watermarked PDF Download
  • Production Copy License 40.00
  • Class/Group Study 60.00 Printable PDF for Multiple Copies
  • Sheet Music 60.00

Performance Fee $40.00 A Production License Fee Per Performance (mandatory for all performances)

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Play Details


Prince Charming enters riding his makeshift horse/ stick, which he can’t seem to stop without help from the audience. The Prince in this version is a klutz with plenty of horseplay for all.

He comes across a sassy Cinderella, country-western style. And the glass slipper becomes a . . . boot. Will this Cinderella wrangle her handsome beau from her two nasty stepsisters? And what kind of stepsisters does a home-grown, cowboy-loving girl have?

Audience participation and a message for our times.

From the Play

Cast of Characters

CINDERELLA, beautiful and delicate-looking, she’s really tougher than she appears
PRINCE, handsome yet somewhat of a bungler; he’s always looking, but doesn’t know for what
REBA, step-sister; self-centered; abrasive; obnoxious – and those are her positive attributes
LORETTA, step-sister; a Reba-wannabe; doesn’t have an original thought in her head;
STEP-MOTHER – overbearing; an older version of Reba
MINNIE PEARL (male or female) – fairy godmother; endearing, funny, and loud; she wears a straw hat with the price tag dangling from the brim

The set should be versatile enough so it could be utilized for all of the play’s scenes. It should have some sort of western/country feel and/or have props that signify same.

Scene One

[The PRINCE enters from the audience onto the stage. He trots swiftly on a makeshift horse/stick. He is dressed in work clothes, boots and cowboy hat. A guitar is strapped to his back. It’s obvious he can’t stop as he keeps galloping in a circle on stage]

Whoa! Whoa! Stop! I want you to stop! You’re not listening! What’s got into you? Sowing your wild oats, eh? Okay. Okay. I command you to… whoa, whoa, whoa! If you’re not going to listen to me, perhaps you’ll listen to the people out there! [to audience] Hey, I need some help. On the count of three, everyone yell “whoa” real loud. Okay? One…two…three…!

[audience yells “whoa”, but PRINCE continues to circle and jump around wildly]

PRINCE (cont.)
I don’t think that was loud enough. I really need your help here. Let’s give this another try. On the count of three, everyone yell “whoa” real, real loud. Here we go. One…two…three…!

[audience yells “whoa,” and PRINCE slows down to a halt. He gets off his horse. He’s exhausted]

PRINCE (cont.)
Thank you for that loud “whoa.” (beat) Whew! I feel like I’ve been rode hard and put up wet. This room sure is spinnin’ (he falls almost violently to the floor; he lays there for a bit) That’s better.

[PRINCE sits up and reaches for his guitar. He begins to strum several bad chords. He sings a made-up tune about loneliness; perhaps some lyrics from “Mr. Lonely”]

PRINCE (cont.)
(to his horse/stick) What did you say, Silver? I know. You’re wondering why I’m so lonely. Being the prince is fun, and it’s nice to have a horse and all, but I really miss human companionship. I mean, you seem to listen to me when I talk to you, but I’m never sure if you do, or even if you care about my feelings. You don’t even stop when I yell “whoa.” You only do it when those people (indicates audience) out there say so. Remember when I was three-years-old and you got jealous of my wooden rocking horse? Then you destroyed the mechanical bull at Gilley’s Country Club…while I was still on it! And line dancing? Forget it. You’ve got four left feet. I need someone who’ll take my loneliness away. Someone with long flowing hair, who likes the color pink, and rides side-saddle. I know, I know. Even a horse has his limits. Sigh. (the word “sigh” is pronounced in dramatic fashion along with the usual outtake of breathe)

[song “Silver”]

(sung by Prince)

When I was two, daddy got me a horse
I rode him a lot, and fell off, of course
He knew my secrets, my jokes and schemes
He knew my faults, he shared my dreams

Silver, with the mane of white
Silver, we’d never fight
Silver, you’ll always be my friend
Silver, till the end…

Now I’ve growed up to be a man
Need more than a horse that drinks from a pan
But there’s no chance I’m walkin’ away
Just remember what I say

Silver, with the mane of white
Silver, we’d never fight

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