Script

SIDE 1

Not everyone in the house hated Cinderella.

(MICE scurry on and crowd around Cinderella.)

Cinderelly? Cinderelly? Cinderelly! Cinderelly!

The mice were her best friends, and helped her as much as they could. Let's see, there was Perla, and Jaq, and Luke ... and Gus ...

(GUS remains cowering in a corner.)

Come out, Gus!
(patting GUS's paw)
Don't let them scare you.

Cinderelly go to the party!

A ball. Can you imagine? It would be a dream come true.

Dream, Cinderelly?

Why Gus, don't you know what a dream is? It's important to have a dream.

SIDE 2

(STEPMOTHER and the STEPSISTERS enter again as the MICE scurry and hide.)

Girls, don't forget to give Cinderella your laundry. It's dirty sock day!

(The STEPSISTERS dump a pile of dirty socks on CINDERELLA's head and exit. The MICE clench their paws in anger.)

Grrr!

Mean, mean, mean!!!!

Now now, fellas, it's all right. I'm not going to think about dirty socks. I'm going to think about the ball. All the ladies in their fancy dresses, and all the men with their handsome coats and mustaches, and --

(GUS takes a bow, and offers his paw.)

Why sir, are you asking me to dance? How lovely!

(CINDERELLA and the MICE begin to dance around the room, changing partners, as they all sing.)

SIDE 3

Oh, you ungrateful little --

Girls! Girls! That's quite enough. Hurry along now, both of you. I won't have you upsetting yourselves.

(CINDERELLA looks at her torn dress. STEPMOTHER sneers at CINDERELLA.)

Goodnight, Cinderella.

(STEPMOTHER and the STEPSISTERS exit. CINDERELLA collapses to the ground.)

Cinderella tried to be brave and hide her tears, but it was too much. The mice tried to comfort her, but it was no use.

There's nothing left to believe in. Nothing.

(Suddenly, FAIRY GODMOTHER appears.)

Nothing, my dear? Oh, now, you don't really mean that.

Why, who are you?

I'm your Fairy Godmother.

But that's impossible.

Nonsense, child. If it were impossible, I wouldn't be here. And here I am.

(CINDERELLA gasps as FAIRY GODMOTHER helps her to her feet.)

Oh, come now. Dry those tears. You can't go to the ball looking like that.

The ball? Oh, but I'm not.

Of course you are. But we'll have to hurry, because even miracles take a little time.

Miracles?

Oh yes! Now run to the garden and pick me the prettiest rose. And when you return, you'll be off to the ball in no time!

Really, Fairy Godmother?

Really and truly. Now run along!

(CINDERELLA runs off. FAIRY GODMOTHER gathers the MICE around her.)

Now, let's see. Um, I'm going to need a little help here. Are you ready?

Ready, ready!!!

I'd say the first thing we need is, um, a pumpkin.