Playwriting workshop each one reach one at
YOUTH SERVICES CENTER
NOVEMBER 17, 2012
TITLE OF PLAY: SILVER AND JIMMY
BY MARLENE P.
JIMMY, A UNICORN 20 YEARS OLD
SILVER FIRE, A PEGASUS 15 YEARS OLD
UNIKORN LAND, A PLACE INBETWEEN THE FLUFFY CLOUDS WHERE A WHOLE BUNCH OF UNIKORN LIVE AND RUN WILD AND FREE. THERE IS ALWAYS SNOW, THE GRASS IS GREEN, THERE ARE MOUNTAINS, LAKES AND WATERFALLS. THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING BUT ITS INABILITY TO MELT THE SNOW IS AMAZING.
BY THE RIVER IN UNIKORN LAND. “SILVER” IS LAYING DOWN ON HIS LEFT SIDE CLOSE TO THE RIVER. HIS RIGHT WING IS WOUNDED, WHICH MAKES HIM UNABLE TO FLY.
(“Jimmy-Korn” is nearby, but out of his sight.)
FLY, WING, FLY! Ahhh! It’s taken forever for this stinken wing to
heal!! How am I ever going to get back home to Papa and Mama
Pegge with this Unicorns’ insufficient “River of Healing”. Ohh myy
goshh, here we go again, these psycho Unicorns stare at me
like I’m all deformed and bizarre, when they’re walking around
with a horn in their foreheads! What kind of world is this? I really
need to get back home. At least Jimmy–Korn isn’t like all these
other Unicorns. That’s why we’re Horsies…Where IS Jimmy-Korn?
He was supposed to be here by now.
JIMMY (bitter, disappointed)
This whole situation with Silver is getting out of hoof!
It’s given me a hornache! His flappers, huge leaves, or
whatever he calls them, need to hurry up and heal!!
I want his flappers. I can’t go on feeling this useless, and those
huge-looking leaves or whatever, will distinguish ME from all
these other Unikorns! Oh, how I would love for my Cherry to see
me looking so graceful…that other Unikorn thinks he can get
away with taking her life, but this game isn’t over yet…just
wait until I get my hoofs on those WINGS…”is ‘ova”…
(SILVER sees JIMMY)
Jimmy, you’re here! I’ve been waiting for you Jimmy-Korn. I’m
sure we’re just one treatment away from my wing’s fully healing.
Yes, well Silver…I’m too busy for you..
But…Dude, wassup?! You’ve been very insistent about helping
me…You’re the most insistent Unicorn I’ve ever met.
Yea, well…I change my horn…
What? But, But, What? Jimmy-Korn you couldn’t have changed
your horn…I haven’t done nothing to you. Talk to me Bro’.
This is hard for me to talk about…
Jimmy, you insufficient Unikorn, don’t do this to me. (grabs
JIMMY) I need you…we’re Horsies, right?
Look here, Silver, not everything is about you and your huge
flappers!! Or whatever the heck they are!! What about me?!
Jimmy The Unikorn!! Huh?? Yea, nobody ever cares or wonders
about what Me! I! This Unikorn! Jimmy! Wants!
Well…What do you want?
(BBBRRR – horse sputtering noise) EVERYTHING!!
Welll, Jimmyboy, what-the-monkey is Everything?
Explicate por favor.
I want to be free. Not have to wake up seeing myself surrounded
by horns until I die…I’m curious and I wonder what it’s like to be
you. And have WINGS!!
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, oh JimmyKorn. I understand you. But
some things just can’t be…I mean, I can’t grow a horn!! Not that
I want to…And you can’t grow wings. Sorry to break it to you.
Silver, what am I getting out of helping you heal your dumb
The satisfaction of knowing that you helped and protected
someone. Something you couldn’t do for your wife.
Don’t you mention my wife or I swear I’ll poke you with my horn.
Woah??! Don’t get all defensive; you’re the one who told me
about her…you wouldn’t stop chomping your teeth about it…
You know what Silver? I’m through with you!! You shallow
wanna-be Unicorn!! You don’t care about anyone or anything
but yourself!! I’m taking your wings.
We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
You can’t take my wings. You ain’t got the skills.
Silver, I got more than skills, and with your wings I can do all the
things that I never had the chance to do with my horn, like…fly!
BUT, BUT, BUT how are you going to fly with a messed-up wing?
Huh?? Guess you ain’t so smart after all, Mr. Know-it-all Unikorn!!
I’ll heal your flapper, then I’ll take it, and you’ll be a plain old
What!! A horse, that’s worser than being a DONKEY! A burro!
Jimmy-Korn if you do this to me I’m going to have to stay in
Unikorn land forever!
Yes. I’m aware. But I don’t care no more!! Because you’re selfish
and shallow. I tried to help you out dude, but you didn’t care
about me, so now I don’t care about you!!
Come on, Jimmy-Korn, don’t do this. Forgive me!!!
Stop calling me JimmyKorn! It’s too late, I’m taking them!
Abra calabra patas de cabra!!
NOOO!!!!! I’m a horse now!
(JIMMY runs toards SILVER and stabs him with his horn. SILVER dies. JIMMY flies up into the sky.)
FREEE! I’M FREE! I’M FREE!
(JIMMY flies off with the beautiful wings that have been healed with his magic; his horan and his head pointing towards the sky, feeling free at last.)
END OF PLAY