From the Play
3 men; 2 women
Time: One hour; twenty minutes.
Place: The Giant’s garden.
(GORGON the giant opens gate with a horrible ‘creaking’ noise)
GORGON: Come out, come out, wherever you are,
Can’t get out, can’t get far.
Giant find and giant chomp.
Giant see and giant stomp.
Ah-ha! Have any of you tinies seen anyone in Gordon’s home, under a flower or beneath a stone.
(He starts to crawl around ‘looking’ for intruder. The ‘stomp’ however has woken the sleeping children.)
CHRIS: Wake-up! It’s a. . .
GEORGE: I knew it was too good to last.
BONNER: (Using big gesture) Nobody move.
GEORGE: He’s so big.
CHRIS: Maybe if we introduced ourselves . .
BONNER: Sure, as breakfast, lunch and dinner. . .
GEORGE: and bedtime snack.
TAFFETA: I don’t feel very well.
GEORGE: He’s coming this way.
BONNER: Quick, behind the tree. (They hide.)
GORGON: What’s that? Something moved, something stirred, it was no snake, it was no bird. Getting warm, getting hot, check this leafy, shady spot. (Goes behind tree. Children run around. GORGON is hidden for the moment.)
TAFFETA: Tell me this is all a dream.
GEORGE: Yeah, a nightmare.
BONNER: Now everybody, just hold on to yourselves. (Everybody grabs themselves. )
There’s got to be a way out.
CHRIS: A fountain. Quick, become a fountain.
GEORGE: He’s lost it. That’s all we need now is a looney on
BONNER: What can we lose. You two be the base and we’ll be the statue part.
CHRIS: Here he comes.
GORGON: (enters) Fi, fie, Foe, fumy,
I smell something to fill my tummy.
TAFFETA: A fountain.
GORGON: There wasn’t a fountain in my garden before, was there? (Fountain people all nod ‘yes’. GORGON could also ask audience here.) Then Gorgon think he get a drink. Let’s see. . . (He searches for spout. TAFFETA opens her lunch box, takes out thermos quickly hands it to BONNER who pours it in the giants mouth. GORGON smacks his lips and walks off.) Hmmm, boy, that mighty good drink of milk. (Pause) Milk? Ptooey! Gorgon hate Christmas trees and Gorgon hate bumblebees, but most of all Gorgon hate milk. Wait a minute— something fishy going on here,
(He turns slowly)
BONNER: Don’t worry. Just relax. I’ve got everything under control. Run for your life!