Hoodening Play 2001
Copyright (c) The Hoodeners. All rights reserved.
(final version, with added HP)
- Moll:
- The 'oodeners are 'ere! Now let's 'ave some hush
- Or I'll clout your head with the back of me brush.
- Many a skull's been cracked by this broom
- For failing to listen when I come in the room.
- Ah, here come the others, all prophets of doom
- I'm sure one of 'em can help lift the gloom.
- [Enter Boy, Sam, George]
- Boy:
- Cor, the wind's been howling, it's teeming with rain
- I'm not going back out there again
- Sam:
- It's knee-deep in mud wherever yer goes
- It seeps through your laceholes and squidges your toes
- Moll:
- You wouldn't send a horse out on such a night
- Don't you agree George?
- George:
- You're probably right
- Boy:
- Yesterday 'arry took Dobbin to the vets
- Neither are back so place your bets
- Moll:
- Will Dobbin recover, or has life passed him by?
- Is he destined for the stable in the sky?
- George:
- We're all getting older and feeling our age
- But we must struggle on to earn a wage
- Sam:
- Money's short, our budgets are tight
- Like Gordon Brown's
- George:
- Not that tight!
- Boy:
- Old Sam's knackered, he's full of moans
- Sam:
- I might sit down to rest my bones
- They ache so much that I must rest
- I need a break, two weeks at best
- Boy:
- The Boss'll never let you go away
- … unless it's for a Saga holiday!
- Sam:
- You cheeky…
- [Moll intervenes]
- Moll:
- Steady you two… Boy, where's that grub
- And George, you can give Sam's back a rub
- George:
- Get off, you don't know where he's been
- Boy:
- Knowing Sam it's somewhere obscene
- Sam:
- This 'ere sandwich is as tough as my welly
- I bet this gristle will damage my belly
- Must be pork, or praps it's deer
- Boy:
- No, I got it cheap
- Sam:
- Oh I need a beer
- Come to think of it, I feel a bit queer
- [Enter 'arry]
- 'arry:
- I took the 'orse, but it was too late
- They put 'im down, he was in a state
- [They look horrified]
- No I jest, he's a clean bill of health
- But he must learn to move himself
- C'mon Dobbin…
- [Dobbin rushes in and charges about]
- Moll:
- He's had a scare but must now work hard
- If it's not to be the knacker's yard
- 'arry:
- The mare that went with us from Shuart Lane
- Had to be slaughtered, she was in pain
- She put up a fight, I had to take 'er
- Then I sold the carcass to a sandwich maker
- Sam:
- Boy… !
- [Sam retches]
- Whoever:
- Now it's quiet, if nobody minds
- I'll read out these 'ere special lines
- [SPECIAL LINES FOR EACH HOUSE]
- Moll:
- Now Dobbin's fit, we'll work hell for leather
- To clear the backlog caused by the weather
- Sam:
- It's all a result of global warming
- Boy:
- Heat keeps rising
- George:
- Clouds keep forming
- Boy:
- Rain keeps falling
- George:
- Mud's appalling
- 'arry:
- More overtime would help ease the load
- Boy:
- Extra hours in that field down the road
- You know, the one that's standing in water
- George:
- Right next door to the Boss's daughter
- Given the chance, he'd stay there all night
- Boy:
- What do you mean?
- George:
- You knows all right
- He really has got the hots
- Sam:
- What's her name?
- George:
- Harriet Potts
- Sam:
- Dobbin's quite keen on that mare down the Court
- He gets excited just at the thought
- [Dobbin looks excited]
- If he gets excited, he overeats
- And redistributes all that he eats
- [Dobbin farts]
- All:
- Look out!
- Moll:
- If the Boss finds out there'll be hell to pay
- You both keep your distance, that's what I say
- 'arry:
- Let's get this horse hitched up for work
- Come on, this is no time to shirk
- Where's the plough?
- Boy:
- Up there in the sky
- 'arry:
- Do you want my fist in your eye?
- Boy:
- It's just to the left of Castor and Pollux
- 'arry:
- Shuddup Boy, you do talk…
- [Moll interrupts]
- Moll:
- There must be somewhere we can look
- To get some help, praps a book
- George:
- What about this 'ere Internet?
- Help's available there, I bet
- Sam:
- We need a website, that's what I say
- George:
- What, www.dobbin.co.uk?
- Sam:
- That's quite an address, let's give it a bash
- But with Dobbin we'll need a backward slash
- [Dobbin has a slash]
- Boy:
- All you need is a screen in your house
- To move your cursor, some sort of mouse
- Moll:
- I can't stand mice
- Boy:
- Calm down Moll, take my advice
- For communications, stick with your letters
- Leave the technical stuff to your betters
- [Moll raises her broom]
- 'arry:
- It's too much for me, it's over my head
- Boy:
- That's because you're half brain dead
- 'arry:
- You cheeky prat, he's too much lip
- If he's not careful, he'll feel my whip
- Boy:
- Ooh, yes please!
- Sam:
- Let's get back to transport to cross this water
- That covers the fields, not as it oughta
- George:
- What of that contraption Boy?
- That you thought up… don't be coy
- Moll:
- Go and get it, we need assistance
- We can't rely on Dobbin's persistence
- Voice:
- Boy, this is Big Brother, will you please leave the house
- [Boy goes off]
- Moll:
- What's this 'ere? A Swede? That's fun
- Sam:
- Let's call it Sven Goran Erikkson
- George:
- At least he's doing well in his field
- 'arry:
- That's more than can be said of this year's yield
- [Boy comes back with some form of skis]
- George:
- What he's got on just ain't legal
- He looks just like Eddie the Eagle
- Sam:
- It could set a trend for either sex
- He's got more taste than Posh or Becks
- Boy:
- You may mock but these long shoes
- Help me cross the fields I choose
- Dobbin tows me with this piece of rope
- Sam:
- It'll never work George, will it?
- George:
- Nope!
- Moll:
- Just a thought Boy, not seeming to be harsh,
- How will Dobbin cross the marsh?
- Dobbin (aside, sometimes):
- He can walk on water!
- Boy:
- Aaahh, I've not worked that one out just yet,
- But at least it stops my feet getting wet
- 'arry:
- Come on then, tie the lead to Dobbin's yoke
- Not too tight, he mustn't choke
- Sam:
- This is really some sick joke
- George:
- Come on Sam, give him a poke
- [Dobbin runs and pulls boy, then stops; Boy mounts, both collapse; Dobbin runs off]
- Moll:
- He's down, I think he banged his head
- Worse that that, I think he's dead
- All day long so hard he's grafted
- Now look what's happened
- Sam:
- He's been shafted!
- George:
- Naah, he's stunned, he's off the pace
- Look at that expression on his face
- Sam:
- He's always like that, most of the day
- I couldn't stick the bugger anyway
- Moll:
- Sam, how could you, have you got no heart?
- Sam:
- Ah, cover him up, the little fart
- George:
- A sheet would help if we have one spare
- 'arry:
- This one's got a bloody great tear
- [They cover him up]
- Sam:
- Let's leave him there to lie in state
- I need a drink, I just can't wait
- Moll:
- A nice glass of ale would slip down a treat
- It would take away the smell of his feet
- 'arry:
- Praps we all should sing a lament
- While he lies there like a bag of cement
- [Song, to the tune of Bob the Builder]
- Boy's a goner
- Can we fix him?
- Boy's a goner
- Do we care?
- No! We'd better get some work done then…
- Moll:
- Let's pick him up and cart him off
- Alright Sam, no need to scoff
- George:
- We'll need some magic to lift this rotter
- 'arry:
- My name's 'arry, but I ain't a Potter
- [Re-enter a mobile Dobbin]
- Moll:
- Look it's Dobbin, he's mastered the skis
- I think he's got 'em strapped to his knees
- Sam:
- Don't know who he's trying to impress
- He must think he's the Warthog Express
- George:
- In any case, let's get out the way
- Something must have got in his hay
- [Enter Parry Hotter]
- Parry Hotter:
- Evening all! You need some magic?
- What's bin 'appening 'ere? Looks tragic
- What I'll do is wave my wand
- To wake 'im up, 'cos you've been conned
- Just tie Dobbin to the feet of the lad
- Then pull him up…
- George:
- You must be mad
- Parry Hotter:
- Just slip the rope around his heel
- Then slap old Dobbin to make him squeal
- I'll wave this once just where he fell
- Then once again to break the spell
- [Nothing happens]
- I'll wave this twice just where he fell
- Then once again to break the spell
- [Nothing happens so 'arry grabs the wand]
- 'arry:
- Give it here! I'll do this bit.
- Off your arse you lazy git!
- [Slap Dobbin who tugs Boy up; Boy is revived]
- Boy:
- Whoa, stop
- All:
- He's alive!
- Sam:
- And as for you, your spells don't work
- Get back to school you little jerk
- [Exit Parry, head down; aaaahhh]
- Boy:
- Well help me up off my backside
- Careful now, I have just died
- Moll:
- We thought for a minute you were a gonna
- Sam:
- We were really worried and we didn't wanna
- Run you down or anything like that
- George:
- There you are mate, here's your hat
- Boy:
- Well I think I might partake of a beer
- Praps that would help me feel less queer
- Sam: (aside)
- It'll take more than one
- George:
- It can't be fun feeling so chronic
- What he needs is a really good tonic
- [Enter Harriet Potts & Parry Hotter; last few days only]
- Boy:
- Harriet!
- Harriet Potts (to Sam):
- Is it you that's upset my brother?
- Be careful or I'll tell 'is mother
- Just watch out you evil trog
- Or I'll turn you into a bloody frog
- [Throws banger on floor]
- Oh look — it's worked already!
- Parry Hotter:
- That's my sister!
- Harriet Potts:
- Well then Boy, let's go make some Magick
- Boy:
- If you insist…
- [Both go off, followed by Parry Hotter]
- Sam:
- It's tragic
- 'arry:
- I think I might join Moll in a stout
- Moll:
- You get off or you'll get a clout
- 'arry:
- But let's be serious and take a pause
- Whilst we tell you about this year's cause
- George:
- A few weeks ago an old friend died
- Tom West was the name we Hoodeners sighed
- Sam:
- For Tom was the last of the old Hoodening troupe
- He performed 80 years ago with his group
- Moll:
- He was the final link with the Hoodeners past
- That's now been severed, but the legacy lasts
- 'arry:
- For Tom was a Prisoner of War which he hated
- For five long years he was [constipated /] incarcerated
- [Re-enter Boy, somewhat dishevelled]
- Boy:
- What kept him going through those difficult years
- Were Red Cross parcels, which eased hunger fears
- George:
- These monthly arrivals were never forgot,
- They always came through, no matter what
- Moll:
- So for this memory we ask for your 'ackers,
- So we can become Red Cross backers
- Sam:
- Just chuck us your money in our old bag
- Which will be handed round by that old hag
- All:
- For if ye the Hooden horse do feed,
- Throughout the year ye shall not need!
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