Join Robin Hood and his Merry Men as they rob from the rich and give to the poor in this traditional (well nearly!) pantomime. Meet Robin himself, Maid Marion, King John the wicked, Friar Tuck, Little, John and many other Sherwood Forest stalwarts. Can Robin Thwart the wicked King John? Can he save Maid Marion from a fate worse than death? Find out in this script!
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Act One
Scene Four
(Curtains open to woodland scene with the three trees)
Tree Three: What do you think of it so far?
Tree One: Rubbish!
Tree Two: I fancy that Marion though
Tree Three: So does the Sheriff!
Tree One: Quiet! Something is coming!
(Enter stage left Little John, as bigger man as you can get! He is carrying a wooden staff and comes down stage front, peering at the audience, then wanders down amongst them)
John: I’m looking for a fellow named Robin Hood, have you seen him?
(Audience reaction)
John: They tell me he ran away from the Sheriff is that true?
(Audience reaction)
John: Sounds like a big coward to me
(Enter stage left Robin who doesn’t see Little John to start with)
Robin: Did I just hear somebody call me a coward?
(Audience reaction)
Robin: Where is this man who dares call me a coward?
(Little John stands and strides up onto the stage)
Robin: Oh ‘eck
John: So you be Robin Hood do you?
Robin: That’s right, Robin of (your town/village), liquorice eater, deer hunter (Blast ofCavatina here) and terror of (your town/village) forest.
John: But I hear you ran away from the Sheriff
Robin: So would you if you could smell his armpits
John: I follow nobody lest they beat me in battle!
Robin: Ok, that’s fine, off you go then
John: You’re not supposed to say that dimwit!
Robin: I know but you’re a lot bigger than I thought
John: Have at you Robin the coward
(John strikes a fighting pose)
Robin: Sorry, love to, but I don’t have a staff
(Wooden staff is hurled on from stage right. Robin picks it up and hurls it back. This happens once more then the staff is hurled on from stage left, hitting Robin who hops about in mock agony)
John: No excuses now you lily livered, yellow………..
Robin: Blast it, can’t fight you now, I’m mortally wounded
John: Pick up your staff and fight you coward
(Advances menacingly on Robin who hurriedly picks up his staff)
Robin: Ok, ok keep your hair on
(Chase and fight ensues. Starting on the stage, then down the centre aisle. At some point Robin gives his staff to a member of the audience to look after before being chased back to the stage. After a couple of stage circuits……..)
Robin: Stop, stop!
John: What?
Robin: Do you want a Liquorice Allsort?
John: Hey thanks, any of those black ones with the white chewy centres left?
(Robin produces a bag of sweets John bends down to have a look. Robin grabs John’s staff and hits him over the head with it. He collapses to the floor. Robin puts his foot on Johns back in triumph)
Robin: Had enough?
John: Well, I’d rather like another one of those pink liquorice things
(Robin helps him to his feet and gives him back his staff)
Robin: You’re very welcome to join me Little John, and to celebrate we’ll have a feast!!
John: Hold on a sec what’s that up there?
(Points to Dames handbag, the strides over to it and reaches out Audience reaction. Dame storms in from stage right)
Dame: Where, where!!
(Sees Little John)
Dame: Oi! You!! What do you think you’re up to sonny?
Robin: Mum! Where did you spring from?
Dame: Robby! Oh Robby me little darlin, I’ve been looking all over the place for you!
(Sweeps Robin into her arms and gives him a huge kiss)
Robin: Mum! Mum stoppit
(Tries to push her away)
John: Sorry to interrupt a family reunion but we were going to have a feast?
(Dame leaves Robin and turns to John)
Dame: (husky, sexy voice) Who’s your friend
Robin: This is Little John Mum
Dame: LITTLE John ?
(Looks him up and down slowly)
Dame: My my, you are a big lad, tell me, is the rest of you in proportion?
John: If it were ma’am, I’d be nine foot six
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