*Cinderella scrubbing the floor on hands and knees. Face scrunched up, looks like Predator.*
*Anastasia and Drizella enter with linked arms. Faces are also screwed up.*
Anastasia: OOH MY GOD! Look Drizella, we got MAIL!
Drizella: ERMAHGERD, would you look at that...
Cinderella: *stands up and approaches the sisters* Um, is there maybe any in there for me?
*The sisters look towards Cinderella, scowling. They reply at the same time.*
Sisters: Why would there be?
Anastasia: Ugh, c'mon Cindy, you got no friends.
Drizella: And who would want to be friends with you?
*Anastasia freezes*
Anastasia: OOH MY GOD! Drizella! The ball! We're invited to the ball!
*The sisters start to squeal & make horse like noises.*
Cinderella: Is there one for me?
Anastasia: SHUT YO MOUTH.
*The sisters walk away, talking about a dress for the ball.*
Cinderella: Oh whatever shall I do? I never get invited anywhere. /paces around/ I wish I could go to the ball.
/magic music cause magic/
Whoopie Goldboog: /twinkles from behind a table/ HEY GURLFREEEEEN
Cinderella: Who are you?!
Whoopie Goldboog: I'm yo fairy godmother
Cinderella: Oh really? I never knew I had one of those..
Whoopie Goldboog: Well you don't, I'm here cause yo nasty crying is nasty.
Cinderella: Oh.. /goes to walk off/
Whoopie Goldboog: Gurl I'm kiddin' get back here. Now we gown make you bootyful. Get yu outta these nast rags mm mm dey is nasty
Cinderella: But I can't go to the ball..
Whoopie Goldboog: GURL jus you wait an see. Bipidi Bopidi Boo. Boom you is bootyful
Cinderella: How will I get there?
Whoopie Goldboog: /prepares self lol/ Put you junk on my trunk
/rides off into the sunset/
(I was whoopie goldboog xDD)
Good times, good times.
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