THE LIFE DEATH STRUGGLE OF PEE WEE KILOWATT
Mitchel enters bare stage from ceiling by rope.
M: What do you think of abortion on the first date? (He asks everyone, including audience.) What do you think of abortion on the first date?
The rest of the kids assemble on stage a few at a time as if just getting together to play. Various conversations going on at the same time.
1: hey Valerie, we're having a party tonight, can you come over?
2: boy, it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen.
(three enter playing leap frog)
A chord is struck (On the insides of a piano)
Kids freeze.
Announcer: The life death struggle of pee wee kilowatt.
(kids take three steps toward audience, freeze.
A: First, BIRTH
(Kids form a tight circle, start swaying and making noises of a woman in labor, in crescendos, moaning, they are a womb about to give birth)
a nurse and doctor are running rather frantically about trying to deliver the child. After some confusion, out pops Pee Wee with an electrical cord as an umbilical cord, looks at audience.
Pee Wee: I want to go back.
(he is grabbed by doctor)
Dr: Nurse, this is the strangest umbilical cord I've ever seen, please give me some light.
(Nurse plugs pee wee in, who is very turned on.)
Ann: VISION NUMBER 1
(Kids do weird mechanical movements to vocal accompaniment. Pee Wee is totally enraptured.)
A: PEE WEE'S THIRD BIRTHDAY
Mother: Well Pee Wee how does it feel to be 3 years old?
PW: Of just great Mom, just great.
Father: Congratulations Pee Wee, I never thought you'd make it . (aside: I was sure the little creep would have done himself in by now.)
M: Well Pee Wee we bought you something special for our birthday, but you have to guess what it is.
F: Yes, Pee Wee, you have three guesses.
PW: uh, let's see..an electric toothbrush?
M: No Pee Wee, and don't remind me about all those electric toothbrushes of mine you broke last year...
PW: There was only 4 Mom.
F: Only?..why you misera....
M: George! It's his birthday...really!
F: Oh all right. I hope you fall down and break your head for your birthday.
(Pee Wee gives him the finger)
F: Why you....
M: George- Pee Wee, stop it this instant..Pee Wee lets have your second guess
PW: Ok..let's see...an electric chair?
F: Oh I wish...the kid's crazy...see?
M: No Pee Wee. Try again.
PW: uh....an electric train?
M: Yes Pee Wee, that's right, an electric train... Here's the instruction book. It tells you with pictures how it works and hot to put it together..We're going to bed now dear, don't stay up too late playing with our new trains.
F: Yeah, and don't make any noise either.
The electric train is composed of all the kids, each one making a different movement and a different sound. Pee Wee puts them together and turns them on. Very slowly at first, gradually they get faster and faster. Every once in a while his mother and father, who are n the side of the stage making comments about him and arguing, shout over at him to be quiet or to go to bed soon or something. Faster and faster the train goes until finally the train becomes a circle of kids holding hands and singing
ring around the rosy
pocket full of posy
ashes, ashes
all fall down
and they all fall down with a crash. Mother and father enter very mad.
M: Look at your brand new train, scattered all over the room, is that any way to take care of your things.
F: Let me handle this Martha, you go off to bed. Now listen Pee Wee, you've got to understand this, there is no future in electronics, electricity is a thing of the past...it's politics, that's what's important..don't you want to be like your old man (turns and grins at the audience, Pee Wee grimaces) Now go to bed immediately, I'm going to take these trains back tomorrow and get you some books, like other kids have. (leaves)
PW: I never get to have any fun. Now I don't have any electricity to play with. It's just no fun if it not electric. It just has to turn me on. (Puts electric cord in his mouth)
VISION NUMBER 2 (same weird electric movements and accompaniment.
Ann: PEE WEE RUNS AWAY
PW- I'm gonna run away (he runs back and forth on stage front, all the kids run back and forth behind him or run in place)
i've had enough of that, took my trains away huh, i'll show them I”m just gonna run away from home.
(one of the kids approaches him, they keep running in place)
K: hey kid, where ya going in such a hurry, huh?
PW: I'm running away from home.
K: oh yea, how come?
PW: my parents took away my electric trains.
K: too bad, well, I'll see ya...
PW: So long..boy, I'm sure glad I'm outa there, what a drag, man, ya just can't live without electricity, you know..
(another kid approaches)
K: Hi Pee Wee, where ya going?
PW: Oh, I'm going to visit my Uncle Seymour.
K: Your Uncle Seymour?
PW: Yes, you know, Uncle Seymour, the one with the electric circus.
K: oh yeah..well have a good time Pee Wee.
PW: yeah, ok, bye...boy I just can't wait to see my good old Uncle Seymour again and his electric circus, boy that'll really blow my fuses, he has the best electric circus in the world ya know...
(Another kid approaches)
K: Hey man, what's happening?
PW: Oh nothing, just walking along.
K: Sure is a groovy day, can you dig it?
PW: You bet your batteries I can (they slap hands) Well, we'll see ya.
(Pee Wee runs to the end of the stage and runs right into Uncle Seymour, almost knocking him down)
PW: UNCLE SEYMOUR!!!!!!
US: Huh?..what?..what's the big idea?
PW: Don't you recognize me Uncle Seymour?
US: well, let me see here, uh well....
PW: It's me Uncle Seymour, your nephew, Pee Wee Kilowatt. Remember me Uncle Seymour, little Pee Wee.
US: Oh yeah..Pee Wee...well you're not such a pee wee any more are you???(Laughs Loudly) Eh? That's a good one.
PW: Oh yeah..Ha ha, very funny Uncle Seymour.
US: What brings you all this way Pee Wee, where's your Mom and Pop?
PW: Well Uncle Seymour, I ran away from home.
US:Ran away from home huh?...How come?
PW: Well ya see Uncle Seymour, Mom and Pop took away my electric trains and all my electric toys.
US:What's the matter, can't get any more charges...ha ha ha (Laughs loudly again)
PW: No well, uh yeah, hee hee (forced laughter)
US: I never like my brother very much, he was always so creepy...
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