by Mickey Coburn
  • 90 Minutes
  • 10 Males 8 females Max 18 Min 15 (Doubling Possible)


Adapted by Mickey Coburn from Charles Perrault’s classical fairytale, this is a funny, lively play for children of all ages.


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Play Details


This Cinderella is feisty and fiery, the dialog is full of humor; the addition of two sprites – Junot and Julie – give additional casting possibilities for younger actors. A charming version of the well-loved story.

From the Play

Play Excerpt:


CINDERELLA: Young, sweet beautiful but not sappy; “Puckish” and high spirited

AUBERT: Stepsister; eats all the time; slightly round

ARMENTINE: Stepsister; the skinny one; everything is hers; bosses Aubert; throws tantrums

GASPARDE CRISPIN Stepmother: silly and vain; has-been Opera singer; equipped with sprays, gargles and continual scales; sings part of all her sentences

MINNIE (HYPATIA IGNATIA HESPARA MINETTE) : Fairy Godmother; a bit of a bag lady; absent minded; talks in riddles; adorable

JUNOT: Well-Wishers/Sprites; elves; tricksters;

JULIE: Invisible to all except Cinderella and

CLAUDE: The Prince; charming, regular; bored with the royal life

DARCY: Prince’s sidekick; devoted to Claude; overly interested in the ladies

KING FONTAINE: Jolly: more Chevalier than Boyer; something of a voyeur

MARC, RENE: Guests at the ball; charming courtiers

METISSE, REINETTE: Guests at the ball; charming courtieres

SIBELLE:King’s Girlfriend; the floozy of her time; Speaks with Brooklyn accent


DANCER CINDERELLA Cinderella’s dancer double to permit magic

THE SCENE: The French Countryside, early 19th Century.

Excerpt from Cinderella

Act I: Scene 1

(The French countryside, early 19th century; the kitchen and garden of a small, country house. Inside, there is a cooking hearth, table, chairs, etc.; outside, there is a wishing well, garden bench. It is morning of the day of the great ball. As the curtain opens, we hear GASPARDE CRISPIN, a widow in her early 40’s, practicing her scales. She gets stuck on a high note, repeats it several times and then trills downward as she enters. She wears a flowing negligee over her corset and bloomers; and though not having completed her toilette, is nonetheless “done up.” She attempts her scales again; gets stuck again – this time going to the counter near the hearth, pours water from the pitcher, gargles – tries scales again — succeeds at the high note.)

GASPARDE: Manifique! Manifique! Ma-ni-fique!! (kisses her hands, arms, fingertips) Tonight I’ll be la belle du balle – My gown – my hair – my eyes – but most of all – (hits high note). (Improvising; giggling) Oh, your majesty – you flatter me. But I’ve already sung eight songs – (flirtatiously) Well, maybe jut two or three more. Of course, if you dance with me, I’ll sing all night. (she dances around the kitchen) This is a magnificent ball! I was so pleased to be invited. You old meany, you didn’t invite me last year. (she continues dancing singing; suddenly she stops – lets out a vibrato screech –) The ball!! Aubert! Armentine !! Armentine!! Aubert!! Up – up – up!! Tonight’s the King’s ball! Aubert!!

(She sings the last word and is off vocalizing again. AUBERT and ARMENTINE enter; AUBERT is eating an apple; ARMENTINE carries a mirror and hairbrush)

AUBERT: What’s all the screeching about? It isn’t even noon yet. We’ve got ten hours until the ball.

GASPARDE: Only ten? I’ll never have you looking beautiful by then. Would you please stop eating? You’ll pop your seams tonight!

(She takes the apple away from her; AUBERT gets another from a bowl, and eats it.)

ARMENTINE: (has been looking in the mirror; let’s out a scream) Aaaaaagh!! Aaaaagh!! Aaaaagh!!!!

GASPARDE: What? What? What?

ARMENTINE: A gray hair! I found a gray hair!

AUBERT: (laughing and singing) Mademoiselle called Armentine how old are you? Mademoiselle called Armentine how old are you?

(ARMENTINE chases her, grabs her and pulls hairs out of AUBERT’S head

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