Pupperderella: Act 2, Sc.3 - Prof. Green

Scene The Third:

Back at Logbot's mansion the next day, the lounge. LOGBOT is here along with two friends, EVILBOT and WASTERBOT. They are sitting around waiting for some tea to be brought to them.

Logbot: Puppetderella! Puppetderella! Get in here with that tea now!

Evilbot: I think you should kill it for being late.

Wasterbot: If it was up to you, everyone would be killed.

Evilbot: So, where's the problem in that?

At this point PUPPETDERELLA enters bearing a try laden with tea and cakes.

Wasterbot: What's this? I asked for cake and fine wines.

Puppetderella: Erm... you didn't actually ask for anything. What you just said was another quote from "Withnail and I"

Wasterbot: Oh... well... was it really? But back to the point, We want the finest wines available to humanity. We want them here and we want them now!

Logbot: Don't hesitate to leave Puppet. You're presence is not required further, and clean the house. The people from the palace are coming round to see who the glass boot fits.

Puppetderella pales visibly as he exits stage left.

Logbot: Right then let's get down to business shall we? I have called you here my sisters, because last night I killed the king and buried him under the floorboards after I cut his head off.

Evilbot and Wasterbot stare admiringly at Logbot.

Evilbot: Can I see the head?

Logbot: Of course you can. Why else would I have taken it?

Wasterbot: Well if you're a serial killer it might be a trophy...

Logbot: Look you just shut up. You think too much, and if you're not careful maybe you'll end up under the floorboards. Any way, I'll show you the head.

Logbot reaches into her sack beside the chair and withdraws a head.

Logbot: Behold! The head of a king!

Evilbot and Wasterbot begin to snicker noticing that it isn't the head of the king after all. Then they realise to whom the head belongs...

Wasterbot: We're rich!

Logbot: What are you on about?

Evilbot: That's Osama's head. We can take it to Good Ole Slack Jawed George and claim the reward.

Logbot: Yes well that was my plan all along. Right then, let's pack and we'll go to America and see George. Wasterbot, ring for a taxi.

Evil laugher follows. Wasterbot goes to phone a taxi. Exeunt.

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