The Frog Princess

Written by: Darcie Fridstein, Grant Hummer, Emily Kern, Lauren Shevell, and Levi Smith




Narrator: Once upon a time there lived a girl named Tiffany. Her parents tried to discipline her but she wouldn't listen. You could call her a snobby little brat and you would be well right. (Narrator sticks tongue out at Tiffany, Tiffany returns the face.)

Mother: Princess, Clean your room.

Tiffany: No, I don't want to clean my room. (Tiffany continues to look at her reflection in her golden mirror.)

Father: (Stops talking on the telephone. Throughout this scene the father is making business deals on the phone. He can be heard saying , "What do you mean they sold it to IBM." Or "Just buy it.") Honey listen to your mother. I said listen to your mother.

Tiffany: I don't want to clean my room but if you want my room clean, you can clean it yourself.

Mother: Fine, I will clean it. (Mother walks off-stage.)

Tiffany: Okay. I'll go outside.

Narrator: So she went outside to do what she did best....

Tiffany: Oh, look, I can see my reflection in two places in the mirror and in the pond. Oh, and if I go like this I can see ...(Tiffany holds her golden mirror up high trying to catch the reflection of the back of her head in the pond.) Oh no, I dropped my golden ball in the pond. My life will never be the same again.... WAA WAA WAAAAAAA.

Frog: (Jumping out of pond) Hey, what's all the racket up here? I'm trying to sleep down there.

Tiffany: I dropped my golden mirror in the pond. WAA WAA WAA.

Frog: (Tiffany looks up) WOW!! Hey good lookin', what's cookin' ?

Tiffany: AAAH! A frog!

Frog: Yes, live in water, green, handsome, you could call me a frog.

Tiffany: Oh, you cute little frog, GET MYGOLDEN MIRROR!

Frog: I'll get your golden mirror for you, but what's in it for me?

Tiffany: UH, ten flies?

Frog: That's not good enough.

Tiffany: Um, um.

Frog: How about a date Saturday night?

Tiffany: Fine. Get my golden mirror.

Frog: Fine. (Jumps into pond and gets mirror.)

Tiffany: (holding mirror up to gaze at herself) Phew , I look the same.

Narrator: Miss Tiffany, the phone is for you.

Frog: Princess I need the phone for a business call.

Tiffany: Fine.

Narrator: Soon Saturday night came and that gross, disgusting frog came back to pick up Tiffany.

Frog: Hey good lookin', what's cookin' ? How's about a little ...

>Narrator: Aaaah (The narrator runs off stage.)

Frog: Kiss? ( Frog shrugs to audience, hops up to door, and rings the doorbell.)

Father: (Father opens door and looks around, frog hops through.) Who is it? (Slams the door) Wasting precious business time!

Frog: (Hops in and goes to Tiffany's bedroom.) I'm here to pick you up.

Tiffany: I'm not going out with you.

Father: But you promised.

T: So a promise is just a promise.

F: Fine if you are not going out with me then just give me one little kiss.

T: (screams) AAAAAH!!

Father and Mother(run into the room) : Princess What's wrong?
Mother (upon seeing frog) : AAH ! A frog! (Faints into father's arms and father drops on floor.)
Father: Honey, what is this frog doing here?
T: This frog wants me to kiss it just because I promised him a date. So will you just kick this frog out of here, then you can go back to the phone and I can look at my reflection.
Father: Honey, your mother and I have always taught you to listen to keep your promise. If you kiss that frog I will give you everything you want.
T: So you will give me everything??
Father: Just kiss the frog.
T: Fine (makes faces but finally kisses the frog.) I can't believe I just kissed a frog, rrribit!
N: As soon as Tiffany kissed the frog, Tiffany turned into a frog. And the frog turned into a handsome hunk.
T: (hopping over to the narrator) Hey good lookin', what's cookin'? (Handsome hunk walks on and hooks his arm into the narrator's and they walk happily off stage.)
T: Hey ! What about me??? (Tiffany hops off after them.)

Copyright Marjorie Hillocks, The University of Chicago Laboratory Schools May, 1996


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