The way you’ve never seen it before
Mirror: Gus
Queen/Witch: Jellylorum
Snow White: Victoria
Prince: Mistoffelees
Horse: Pouncival & Tumblebrutus
Huntsman: Munkustrap
Happy: Tumblebrutus
Grumpy: Rum Tum Tugger
Dopey: Pouncival
Sleepy: Alonzo
Sneezy: Plato
Bashful: Admetus
Doc: Mungojerrie
Animals: Jennyanydots’ mice & cockroaches
Director: Rumpleteazer
Assistant Director: Etcetera
Producers: Tantomile & Coricopat
Script: Pouncival
Special effects/Supervisor: Skimbleshanks
Scenery & Props: Cassandra
Lights & Music: Jemima & Electra
Costumes: Jennyanydots
Choreographers: Demeter & Bombalurina
Narrator: Jennyanydots
Snow White
Act 3
(the curtain opens to reveal six of the Seven Dwarfs climbing the stairs)
Tumblebrutus/Happy: I wonder what Grumpy found up there?
Pouncival/Dopey: I have no clue.
Admetus/Bashful: You know what kind of things the Grump Man finds.
Plato/Sneezy: Yeah. Weird things.
Jennyanydots: Meanwhile, in the bedroom…
Rum Tum Tugger/Grumpy: So, babe, what’s your number?
Victoria/Snow White: My number?
(the other dwarfs enter the bedroom)
Mungojerrie/Doc: Grumpy, what are you doing up here?
Tugger: Oh. I’m talking to the burglar.
Pouncival: Eeek!!! So there really is a burglar in the house!
Alonzo/Sleepy: Stop being such a dope. At least she’s not in my bed.
(he collapses on his bed and starts snoring)
Victoria: Why, hello! You would be the other dwarfs.
Tugger: Yeah, but none of them are as handsome as me.
Pouncival: Give it up! Stop spreading rumors about yourself.
Mungojerrie: Yes, we are the Seven Stooges…uh, I mean the Seven Dwarfs. But what the heck are you doing here in our home?
Pouncival: And what are you doing in my bed? Did you touch my fluffy pillow or my Macavity doll?
Tugger: You promised to show me that doll!
Pouncival: Oh. Right. Later.
Victoria: I’m Snow White.
All Dwarfs: The Princess?
Victoria: Yeah, I’m the princess.
Mungojerrie: (mumbling) Oh boy. Do we have problems.
Victoria: What do you mean?
Pouncival: He means that the ol’ wrinkly Queen has put out a reward for you.
Victoria: Really? Wow, I must really be important.
Tugger: Um, yeah. Whatever.
Victoria: Can I stay with you? The Queen will never know. And I can fix your meals and keep your house clean…
All Dwarfs: CLEAN?
Victoria: Yes. I cleaned it already.
(all the dwarfs dash downstairs)
Pouncival: My dust collection! It’s ruined!
Tugger: I'm sorry, man. You knew it had to go sometime.
Mungojerrie: All the dishes are clean!
Plato: Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever seen something clean in my life…ACHOO!
Tugger: I don’t get it. There’s no dust and he’s still sneezing.
Tumblebrutus: This is cool! It makes me even happier than I am already!
Admetus: (whispering) Is that even possible?
Pouncival: No clue.
Mungojerrie: Let’s go thank Snow White.
Jennyanydots: So the dwarfs go up and thank Snow White. They agree that she can stay. But after a few days…
Pouncival: I can’t take it! Everything smells so sweet and clean and…
Tugger: …womanly.
Pouncival: Thank you.
Admetus: Well, she did it out of something. I don’t know if it was love, or if we bore her.
Alonzo: I go with bore.
Victoria: Oh, dwarfies!
Plato: Dwarfies?
Pouncival: Is that even a word?
Tumblebrutus: What does she want now?
Victoria: You go to work now, okay? You need to earn your money to make a living. I can’t feed you if you don’t have money to buy the food.
Tugger: (whispering) At least we can get away from her.
Mungojerrie: Aw, you don’t mean that. How could you mean that?
Tugger: Easily.
Pouncival: I hope she eats an apple and dies!
Rumpleteazer: Pouncival! You just gave away the ending!
Pouncival: Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to.
Etcetera: What a dope.
Jennyanydots: So the Seven Dwarfs head off to the sock factory where they work while…
Pouncival: Hey! I don’t work at a sock factory.
Tugger: Then where do you work?
Pouncival: I work at the rubber chicken factory, you ol’ grump!
Jennyanydots: ANYWAY…So the Seven Dwarfs head off to wherever they work while Snow White stays at the cottage.
Victoria: I hope they have fun at work and are safe and don’t kill themselves.
Jennyanydots: Snow White starts cleaning the house…again…when an old beggar woman comes to the door.
Pouncival: (from offstage) She’s really the old prune!
Jellylorum/Queen/Beggar: Would you like an apple, dearie? They’re nice and fresh.
Victoria: Why, thank you! I think I’ll make an apple pie with them. But I’ll eat this nice red one now.
Jellylorum: Good! I think you’ll like them.
(she walks away)
Victoria: (crunching away on the apple) Yum! Dis is weally good.
Rumpleteazer: What did she say?
(Victoria keeps eating the apple. She finishes it and throws the core away)
Rumpleteazer: Victoria! You’re supposed to die right now.
Victoria: Oh yeah. I forgot.
(she falls down, dead)
Jennyanydots: When the dwarfs return home, they find her dead on the floor.
Pouncival: Oh well.
Tugger: Yeah, I mean she really did cook great.
Plato: Too bad.
(six dwarfs get ready to walk back out)
Mungojerrie: Hey! What’s with you? She DIED! You are supposed to be sad.
Alonzo: Oh. Yeah…(yawns).
(all of the six dwarfs burst out into fake tears)
Pouncival: Boohoo!
Tugger: Wahhh!!!!!
Admetus: How could she die? Why?!
Tumblebrutus: What’s the point of this? I can’t cry. I’m too happy.
Jennyanydots: The dwarfs set Snow White outside and by some chance, the prince rides by.
Mistoffelees/Prince: Oh look! A pretty dead lady. I think I’ll kiss her.
(he walks up and kisses Snow White)
Victoria: Cool! I’m back from the dead.
Pouncival: (offstage) Eeek! The living dead!
Jennyanydots: The Prince and Snow White get married and live happily ever after. The End.
Pouncival: See you next time!
The End
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