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

Did I just hear a bell ring?

I'll have a hot dog and a Mars bar while you're out there ...... please ,,,

::B4 sidles through the double-door, his arms laden with frood and dink, and makes his way back to his seat. He pauses momentarily to consider the ramifications of what it would be like to actually have a dual income, no kid family. While mulling that around, he munches on a few fries and takes a bite of the hotdog, dropping a few crumbs onto the napkin it's wrapped in. He takes a quick sip of his cola, sighs, and whistles a froody little tune as he finds the row containing his seat. He side-steps to the appropriate spot, checks to make sure he hasn't mistaken it for Amy the 's chair, then plops himself down into it.::

Aah! Now this is a great way to bide the time until the next act. ::He turns to his right and whispers...:: Hey, Amy... Lil? This Panto's gettin' real close to bein' done, ain't it? I mean, I've truly enjoyed the whole thing...well, most all of it, anyway...but I've gotta think about when I should start making arrangements for catching the next flight outta here. Is there gonna be a Cast Party afterwards, or anything like that? I do want to get a couple of pictures, if I can get my camera back, and I'd like to personally thank each of the Cast for putting on such a wonderful production. So, once it all winds down, I have to make some quick calls to hit the return leg of the flight. I may have to reroute and it may take a bit longer, now the Concorde's relinquished it's route.

*the house lights start to dim*

Ooh. I think it's about to start.

*scrambles around picking up the sweets the dwarves have thrown*

More carbs . Excellent!

*applauds some more*

Ooh. We're going to sing!

*eats some more popcorn* wonders where everyone has gone*

*Watches as the sing-along song sheet is unrolled in front of the safety curtain, and joins in the proceedings* ...

S is for the sweets that we've just thrown at you .....

L is for the lovely treats that we have yet to do ....

O is for the other things to come up in part two ....

B is for the bestest bits we're saving just for youoooooooooooo ....

D is for the drinks that you are slurping through a straw ....

O is for the orange taffy that near breaks your jaw ....

B is for the bag of goodies just dropped on the floor ....

(so now we'll take a tiny break while you go get some more) ....

D is for the dinosaur that comes on in Act Three ....

R is for the roses that it eats right off the tree ....

I refers just to myself - also known as me! ....

G is for the good time that we're having here for free ....

*The Chief Dwarf appears on stage*

Hello children! Put the letters together, and what have you got?????

How come Kes' seat is in a completely different universe?

*Twists around and reads number on back of seat*


(D 42)

*Watches as the Chief Dwarf argues with someone in the wings over exactly what a SLOBDOBDRIG is*

(B4 stands up from his seat and looks around the Audience, almost bashfully, then--without any apologies to the cat--launches into a poem of his own devising.)

"If all the world were made of cheese
And we were all just mice,
We would do whatever we would please,
Never thinking twice."

"There would be no cats to bother us;
No dogs to bark at all.
No people there to make a fuss,
Standing up so tall."

"There would be no need for farmer's wives
Knocking over pails,
Chasing us with long, sharp knives
For cutting off our tails."

"We would do whatever we would please,
Never thinking twice;
If all the world were made of cheese
And we were all just mice!"

(He hesitates after the last stanza leaves his lips. He looks around, unsure if this was the right thing to do, then gives a little 'harumph' and sits back down.)

Just had to get that out of my system...

*The auditorium fills with applause .... mostly from the block booking of church mice up in the Gods.*

*applauds as well*
There's more action in the audience than there is on stage, that's for sure! Quite possibly more talent too.

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