The Seussification Of Romeo And Juliet Script Portable Online

Oh no! Oh my! What a terrible pickle! I’ve squished him! I’ve smooshed him! Like a sad purple nickel! I must run away to a cave full of noodles! (He runs. JULIET is sad.)

Oh, Julie-Gazz-Jilly! My Fizz-Fuzzle-Foo! I’d climb seventeen ladders to give you a shoe! JULIET-GAZZ: Don’t swear by the moon, that old cheese-bally sphere! It changes its shape every week of the year! Swear by your ridiculous hat, if you please. That hat is much sillier. Swear by the fuzz on your knees! ROMEO-ZOOT: I swear by my kneefuzz! I swear by my nose! I swear by the lint that collects in my toes! (FRIAR LAWRENCE-KNOX hops in, carrying a pot.) the seussification of romeo and juliet script

I’m sadder than socks with a singular hole. I’m glummer than glub-glub who swallowed a coal. For Rosaline-Winifred-Who doesn’t care! She looked at my heart and said, “Nope! Not in there!” MERCUTIO-GOOSE (popping up, doing a flip): Oh, piffle! Oh, poppycock! Snickle-snack-snooze! You’re rhyming with gloom in your oversized shoes! Let’s sneak to the party! Let’s bounce on a chair! Let’s dance till our toenails grow curly green hair! (SCENE TWO: The Party, which looks like a blender threw up confetti.) I’ve squished him

What light through yonder waffle iron breaks? T’is a Sneetch! And a glorious Sneetch, for goodness sakes! Her hair is like fizz-floss, her nose like a pootle. I’ll marry this creature and name her my Skittle! JULIET-GAZZ (giggles): A Montague? Gasp! A terrible pickle! My family will grumble and throw a loud nickel! But who cares for nickels? Who cares for a name? A rose by a smell-smell still smells the old same! (They hold hands. A small dog in a hat sneezes. They kiss. It sounds like a “Zoop!”) I must run away to a cave full of noodles

In fair Verona-Who-ville, where the sidewalks are squiggly, Two families fought, and they did it quite frigidly. The Capulets! The Montagues! A terrible two-some. They’d argue whose toast had the yummiest yum-crumbs. (Enter ROMEO-ZOOT, sighing big sighs.)

I’m supposed to meet Paris, a boring old bear. He brings me lint-covered gumdrops to wear. But I want a Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz! A real Zing! Someone who’ll dance on a hot buttered spring! (Their eyes meet. A CHOIR OF SMALL FUZZY THINGS sings “Doo-dah-doo.”)