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Every few weeks, each naturalist intern takes time off the trails and helps out in the kitchen. While in the kitchen, it is our responsibility to create a skit that is centered around the Golden Dustpan (GDP). The GDP is awarded to the tidiest students' cabin. A few weeks ago, I put on my nerd hat and devised an entire skit Newsies-centric skit. In which I tap dance in a spin-off of Kings of New York.
I'm ridiculously proud of this thing, even though I'm not going to become a writer/playwright anytime soon.
M: [says something about how poor/tired we are]
SD: [Commiserates. Says something about how we’re out on the street corners selling dustpans day and night.]
SZ: [Says something about wanting to do… but can’t because she has to sell dust pans all the time]
M: [Something about how our Boss, Dreadful Dan, is mean and we can’t even sleep at night, introduce the idea that if we find the Golden Dustpan, we’ll get a break and be able to….]
[Everyone sits on the counter and starts kidding around/playing/napping/etc.]
SD: Hey, that’s my best hat!
M: You'll steal anudder
R pops up from behind the counter: Hey, slackers, we got woik tah do
SZ: Since when did you become me mudder?
R: Oh, stop yer bawling!
All, minus R: Hey! Who ast you??
SD: Y’know, we don’t get much shut-eye ‘round here. How’d you sleep, Jack?
M: On me back, Spike.
SD: scream laughs, etc.
R: Maybe we wouldn’t be so worn out and poor if we could find the Golden Dustpan….
M: Try Cedar Center or try Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}.
Try Sycamore it’s guaranteed.
SD: Try any teacher, kid, or naturalist
R: They almost all knows how to clean.
I smell money
SZ: It smells foul!... I’m leaving! Leaves.
M: Somethin’ just ain’t right…
R: Move your keister!
SD: Pass the syrup!
M: For a buck, I might!
{{all slide off bench, feet on the floor, raise dustpans and jab them in the air to the beat. Start with right hand. Footwork: march/jazz squares/box steps/prance/whatevs.}}
All: Ain't it a fine life
Carrying a dustpan through it all? switch to left hand for dustpan air jabs
A mighty fine life
Carrying the dustpan tough and tall stand at parade rest with your hands behind your back
Every morning
We goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes start dancing and jabbing with the dustpans
What a fine life
Carrying those dustpans, it’s a ball!
sit/lounge near Weather board, like we’re having a slacker convo again
M: It takes the luggage all stacked nicely
R: And swept-up floors that can’t be missed
SD: It takes a sink wiped free of toothpaste
M: That seems like quite the…
R: List!
do whatever dancey moves you want
M: Winter’s over, spring is coming
Welcome to the Glen!
Boy, ain't nature fascinating
When you’s hikin’ with your friends!
All: Well, it's a fine* life *start jabbing with right hand
Carrying the dustpan with me chums! switch to left
A mighty fine life
Chasin’ every dustball as it comes.
But we think* that *point dustpans toward floor
If we do gets chancy
And find* us somethin’ fancy *point dustpans up
Pan-like (right up), gold (left up) and sparkly (both down)
What a fine life
Carrying these dustpans through the Glen! (leave the room)
PART TWO:
All: {try to sell dustpans to audience}
M: {mentions something she wants}
(all lounge by the weather board)
S: You know what I’d like? …
A brand new hat with lots of sparkles
R: Spiffed-up cabins by the armful
M: Shining floors and wiped-out sinks
SZ: The cleanest cabin we’ve seen all week!
{{{dance in any way you see fit}}}
M: Hick-o-ry, [Sycamore] {Cedar Center}
they’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
Suddenly [Furthermore] {Cedar, yeah!}
They’re respectable
Staring right atcha
Cabin cleaned betta
{{{some variant on jazz square}}}
SD: Wipin' up tooth paste, yucktey-yuck
I'm usin’ a mop and going deluxe
M: And there they’ll be!
Ain't it pretty?
Yay for Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
R: A shined up drain that’s free of hair
SZ: All the trash cleaned out of there
SD: A golden dustpan in our hands
M: Finally we can travel France!
All: Tip your hat!
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
M: How about that?
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
All: In nothing flat
It’ll be shining
Celina to Dayton
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s awesome.
SD: Sweeping the dustballs out of the hall
R: Cleaning out bathrooms
SZ: Left not a stall
M: When they’re at work,
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar} cleans up
Picks their mess up
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
All:
I gotta be either dead or dreaming
'Cuz look at that pan with my face beaming
Tomorrow it may have dustballs in it
But Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar} was a star for one whole minute!
SD and SZ’s Dance Number. SZ ends by leaving the room.
Starting now
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
M: Ain't you heard?
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
All: Holy cow
It's a miracle
Floors are shining
No one’s whining!
Toilets are shining bright as the sun
They’re some hifalutin' son-of-a-guns!
Don't ask me how
Fortune found ‘em
Fate just crowned ‘em
Hick’ry’s the Queens {Kings} of the Glen
Look and see
Once so dirty
Now so purdy
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
Victory!
Front page story
Guts and glory
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
M: {Thanks the winning cabin and gets a representative to come up}
SD: Maybe now that they helped us find the Golden Dustpan, we can convince Dreadful Dan to let us {…}. C’mon, everyone!
El Fin.
I'm ridiculously proud of this thing, even though I'm not going to become a writer/playwright anytime soon.
M: [says something about how poor/tired we are]
SD: [Commiserates. Says something about how we’re out on the street corners selling dustpans day and night.]
SZ: [Says something about wanting to do… but can’t because she has to sell dust pans all the time]
M: [Something about how our Boss, Dreadful Dan, is mean and we can’t even sleep at night, introduce the idea that if we find the Golden Dustpan, we’ll get a break and be able to….]
[Everyone sits on the counter and starts kidding around/playing/napping/etc.]
SD: Hey, that’s my best hat!
M: You'll steal anudder
R pops up from behind the counter: Hey, slackers, we got woik tah do
SZ: Since when did you become me mudder?
R: Oh, stop yer bawling!
All, minus R: Hey! Who ast you??
SD: Y’know, we don’t get much shut-eye ‘round here. How’d you sleep, Jack?
M: On me back, Spike.
SD: scream laughs, etc.
R: Maybe we wouldn’t be so worn out and poor if we could find the Golden Dustpan….
M: Try Cedar Center or try Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}.
Try Sycamore it’s guaranteed.
SD: Try any teacher, kid, or naturalist
R: They almost all knows how to clean.
I smell money
SZ: It smells foul!... I’m leaving! Leaves.
M: Somethin’ just ain’t right…
R: Move your keister!
SD: Pass the syrup!
M: For a buck, I might!
{{all slide off bench, feet on the floor, raise dustpans and jab them in the air to the beat. Start with right hand. Footwork: march/jazz squares/box steps/prance/whatevs.}}
All: Ain't it a fine life
Carrying a dustpan through it all? switch to left hand for dustpan air jabs
A mighty fine life
Carrying the dustpan tough and tall stand at parade rest with your hands behind your back
Every morning
We goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes start dancing and jabbing with the dustpans
What a fine life
Carrying those dustpans, it’s a ball!
sit/lounge near Weather board, like we’re having a slacker convo again
M: It takes the luggage all stacked nicely
R: And swept-up floors that can’t be missed
SD: It takes a sink wiped free of toothpaste
M: That seems like quite the…
R: List!
do whatever dancey moves you want
M: Winter’s over, spring is coming
Welcome to the Glen!
Boy, ain't nature fascinating
When you’s hikin’ with your friends!
All: Well, it's a fine* life *start jabbing with right hand
Carrying the dustpan with me chums! switch to left
A mighty fine life
Chasin’ every dustball as it comes.
But we think* that *point dustpans toward floor
If we do gets chancy
And find* us somethin’ fancy *point dustpans up
Pan-like (right up), gold (left up) and sparkly (both down)
What a fine life
Carrying these dustpans through the Glen! (leave the room)
PART TWO:
All: {try to sell dustpans to audience}
M: {mentions something she wants}
(all lounge by the weather board)
S: You know what I’d like? …
A brand new hat with lots of sparkles
R: Spiffed-up cabins by the armful
M: Shining floors and wiped-out sinks
SZ: The cleanest cabin we’ve seen all week!
{{{dance in any way you see fit}}}
M: Hick-o-ry, [Sycamore] {Cedar Center}
they’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
Suddenly [Furthermore] {Cedar, yeah!}
They’re respectable
Staring right atcha
Cabin cleaned betta
{{{some variant on jazz square}}}
SD: Wipin' up tooth paste, yucktey-yuck
I'm usin’ a mop and going deluxe
M: And there they’ll be!
Ain't it pretty?
Yay for Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
R: A shined up drain that’s free of hair
SZ: All the trash cleaned out of there
SD: A golden dustpan in our hands
M: Finally we can travel France!
All: Tip your hat!
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
M: How about that?
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
All: In nothing flat
It’ll be shining
Celina to Dayton
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s awesome.
SD: Sweeping the dustballs out of the hall
R: Cleaning out bathrooms
SZ: Left not a stall
M: When they’re at work,
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar} cleans up
Picks their mess up
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
All:
I gotta be either dead or dreaming
'Cuz look at that pan with my face beaming
Tomorrow it may have dustballs in it
But Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar} was a star for one whole minute!
SD and SZ’s Dance Number. SZ ends by leaving the room.
Starting now
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
M: Ain't you heard?
Hickory [Sycamore] {Cedar}’s Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
All: Holy cow
It's a miracle
Floors are shining
No one’s whining!
Toilets are shining bright as the sun
They’re some hifalutin' son-of-a-guns!
Don't ask me how
Fortune found ‘em
Fate just crowned ‘em
Hick’ry’s the Queens {Kings} of the Glen
Look and see
Once so dirty
Now so purdy
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen!
Victory!
Front page story
Guts and glory
They’re the Queens {Kings} of the Glen.
M: {Thanks the winning cabin and gets a representative to come up}
SD: Maybe now that they helped us find the Golden Dustpan, we can convince Dreadful Dan to let us {…}. C’mon, everyone!
El Fin.