h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*If the revellers happened to glance into the water, they would see deep below, a long yellow shape gliding silently towards the area with the fairies.

For a brief moment, newspaper taxis appear on the shore, but then, realizing their mistake, speed off.*

*leaps up and down on a stepping stone*

Look! *points* It's that periscope thing.

*eats more *

*Buttercup rolls over and stands up in the shallows at the edge of the lake*

[Back]: Did you see that?
[Front]: What? Where?
[Back]: Over by the fairies. Wee Awl live in a yellow submarine...

What a set-up for that line! Oh, my. Yes, that was worth the wait...

I simply must have the soundtrack from this production. (turns to Lil) Will they be selling this in the Lobby after the show?
B4

I have no idea who set the line up but Buttercup thanks them from the bottom of her second stomach

**Thinking the cheers and merriment are due to his playing, Purr rejoins the underlying musical theme and launches into a lengthy Beatles medley. He even hums along with each tune, occasionally lending his voice to the lyrics.**

"While maiy fid-dle gently weepss..."

**Which is what most of the audience is beginning to do, as the strains from his instrument start to strain everyone's nerves.**

(B4, clutching his ears and ing, looks plaintively back to Lil.)

On second thought... Or can the sound crew edit THAT out?

B4

*scratches her head* Yellow Submarine? Sorry, I don't know much about classical music. Who sang that, Bing Crosby?

*The yellow cigar shape approaches the brown obloid shape from underneath. The brown obloid shape begins to shake a little, every now and then, as if something were plucking at it.*


You're welcome, Amy.

Look! There is something going in the lake, look at those ripples!

*stands on the edge of the bank for a better look*

*staggered backwards under the weight of the but now seems, for some reason, to have passed out, lying flat on his back, unconscious*

Oh! Stranger! Speak to me!

*Hits the on the nose*

Bad sheep!

<-- turns away with head hung down and inadvertently kicks the garlic into the water.

*Mary, kneeling, strokes the Stranger's face and chafes his hands*

Don't worry, Mary I know what will bring him round.

*feels deep inside the bag until she finds a bucket, dips it into the lake, as she turns to Mysterious her foot catches in a tree root...she teeters back and forth, each teeter taking her nearer the audience..........*

Oh no, watch out.........

*she loses her balance and the bucket tips, the audience hold their breath as they realise what is like to happen next*

*as she tries to regain her balance, the bucket lurches out of her hands and the crowd gets covered in .......................................................................................................................................................

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Oh no!.................





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.............confetti!

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I've got some confetti in my mouth.

*slowly coming to, partly because of the removal of the cause of the obnoxious smell, partly because of his senses picking up warmth and pulse close by as Mary leans over him*

*Sees the Stranger's eyelids flicker*

Oh! Thank heavens you're all right!

*Continues to stroke his face, but takes a quick glance around to see if anyone is looking. The sheep has slunk off a little ways and is facing the other direction. Mary wiggles her eyebrows at the audience.*

Perhaps he needs mouth-to-mouth.

*begins skipping flat stones across the Lake. She notices with a start that one she gets good distance with crosses a patern of ripples just as it looses steam and sinks, these ripples seem to be made by something approaching.*

Ooooops! I think I hit something.

OUCH! Somebody hit me with a rock!

*Examines his shell for cracks, then carefully steps on to the next stepping stone.*

It's getting dangerous out here.

*moves onto the next stepping stone*

*elbows Witty*

Do you think we are supposed to follow the actors?