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Musical: Meet Me In St. Louis
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KATIE: No Hallowe’en is for children. TOOTIE: What do you mean? KATIE: Well, with your imaginations, you can see things we grown folk can not. TOOTIE & AGNES: Why? KATIE: Because you little ones are closer to God… [Heavenly sting.] And the devil. [Terror sting segues into the song.] FROM GHOSTIES AND GHOULIES AND THINGS THAT BUMP IN THE NIGHT DEAR LORD, PLEASE PROTECT THEM! FROM GOBLINS AND GORGONS THAT PUT LITTLE GIRLS IN A FRIGHT PLEASE DRAW YOUR SWORD AND PROTET THEM THERE’S A CHILL IN THE NIGHT AND A CHILL IN OUR HEARTS WHEN I THINK OF WHAT DEMONS MIGHT LURK IN THESE PARTS SO, DEAR LORD, PLEASE PROTECT THEM! FROM TERRIBLE THINGS THAT GO KLUMP! HORRIBLE THINGS THAT GO THUMP! HIDEOUS THINGS THAT GO BUMP! IN THE NIGHT! [Song resumes.] TOOTIE: FROM GHOSTIE AND GHOULIES AND THINGS THAT BUMP IN THE NIGHT DEAR LORD, PLEASE PROTECT ME! FROM GOBLINS AND GORGONS THAT PUT LITTLE GIRLS IN A FRIGHT PLEASE DRAW YOUR SWORD AND PROTET ME THERE’S A FIEND OR A WITCH [A WITCH on a broom runs across the stage screeching.] I’D REALLY KNOW WHICH WHO IS WAITING TO DRAG ME RIGHT INTO THE DITCH SO, DEAR LORD, PLEASE PROTECT ME! AHHH! FROM TERRIBLE THINGS THAT GO BAM! HORRIBLE THINGS THAT GO SLAM! HIDEOUS THINGS THAT GO WHAM! MUSIC CUE: Hallween Ballet [TOOTIE is chased (and entertained) through a world of her worst visual nightmare in a modern dance extravaganza involving the ENSEMBLE dressed up as all of the fiendish creatures described in the song lyrics. Twisiting every day life into a childish nightmare. - A group of scary fighting trees with eyes - A group of PUMPKINHEADS who can remove their heads - A group of SKELETONS - several of TOOTIE’s dead dolls. AH! My dead dolls! [The last to emerge, is probably the most famous, BRIDGET ROCKEFELLER.] Bridget Rockefeller! [TOOTIE tries to escape and runs through the graveyard to the doorway of MR. BRAUKOFF. She knocks three times to escape the banshees. No answer. She knocks again.] MR. BRAUKOFF Well? TOOTIE I--I hate you, Mr. Braukoff. [She throws a fist full of flour in his face and runs for her life, dodging banshees along the way.] [Thanks to solomientoBarry@yahoo.com for lyrics]
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