The Wonderful Cellar Band
Divide audience into five groups. Assign
each a part and an action. Have groups practice as you assign them parts.
DUSTY OLD CELLAR: Creeeek Ah
EMPTY GLASS JUG: Boop boop
RUSTY SAW: Whaang Whaang
BEAT UP TRASH CAN: Crash Barn
FADED OLD HATBOX: Pat a tat tat
Once upon a time as many stories begin, in a
DUSTY OLD CELLAR there lived a group of very good, very old and very
outdated friends. There was an EMPTY GLASS JUG, a RUSTY SAW, and two BEAT UP
TRASH CANS and a FADED OLD HAT BOX. Now these old friends had been in the
DUSTY OLD CELLAR for a very long time. And except for being moved about from
time to time they were left alone to rust or turn to dust. Needless to say,
they were very lonely.
One day, the EMPTY GLASS JUG, in a deep low
voice said: “It’s too quiet here. I wish something would happen.” “Now
really,” JUG.” said the RUSTY SAW. “What could possibly happen here?”
“Why,” said the FADED OLD HAT BOX, “I’ve
been sitting on this CELLAR shelf for 20 years and all I’ve seen is two mice
and a Daddy Long Legs spider.” “The EMPTY GLASS JUG is just getting older
and emptier.” said the BEAT UP TRASH CANS. “Don’t pay him any mind.”
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on
the CELLAR stairs. Four young boys, all dressed alike, came cautiously down
the CELLAR steps. They were talking in hushed voices, “Are they twins
asked?’ the FADED OLD HAT BOX. “I think they’re Pygmies.” Said the RUSTY
SAW, in a lofty voice. “Nonsense,” said the EMPTY GLASS JUG. “They’re Cub
Scouts.” said the BEAT UP TRASH CANS. By now
the old friends were very curious and excited. They listened as the boys
“Boy, it’s spooky down here in the DUSTY OLD
CELLAR.” said Jim Cub Scout. “Don’t be a fraidy cat.” said Mike Cub Scout.
“Aw heck, let’s go.” said Jack Cub Scout. “No, wait.” Said Bill Cub Scout.
‘I’ve got an idea. We have to do a stunt for a Den Meeting, don’t we?’ “Yea,
that’s’ right,” the other three chorused. “Well,” said Bill Cub Scout,
“Let’s have a band, a CELLAR band.” “A Band!” they yelped. “Sure,” said Bill
Cub Scout. “I’ll play that RUSTY SAW.
Jim, you take the EMPTY GLASS JUG. Mike,
that FADED OLD HAT BOX will make a neat drum. And Jack, those BEAT UP TRASH
CAN lids would be swell cymbals.
Well, of course you know the rest. Den Three
made new friends with old Mends, right there in the DUSTY OLD CELLAR, with
an EMPTY GLASS JUG, a RUSTY SAW, a FADED OLD HATBOX, and two BEAT UP TRASH
CANS, and for all we know, they may be playing yet.
National Parks Council
Divide audience into six groups and
assign each a part. Make sure they practice as you assign other parts.
DEN LEADER: Let's go
CUB SCOUTS: Do your
HORSES: Neigh, neigh
COTTON CANDY: Yum,
MIDWAY: Step right
FAIR: All noises at once
One day, there was a
DEN LEADER who was getting weary from working to keep her CUB SCOUTS quiet.
She decided she needed a nice change and was looking for something different
to do with her CUB SCOUTS. At last, she found an answer. The FAIR was coming
to town. Here was a chance for the DEN LEADER to spend a nice, relaxing day
at the FAIR with her den of CUB SCOUTS. She knew the boys would enjoy
playing games at the MIDWAY, watching the trained HORSES perform and
listening to the CALLIOPE music while eating COTTON CANDY. She was certain
there would be no problem in keeping them quiet in all this fun.
So, after filing a
tour permit, away they went for a relaxing day at the FAIR. Away from the
noise of the energetic CUB SCOUTS in the den who were so full of vim and
vigor. First stop was the MIDWAY. Each CUB SCOUT tried his hand at the
MIDWAY games and won some cool prizes. Next, they watched the trained HORSES
dance around the ring. Then the CUB SCOUTS munched on blue and gold COTTON
CANDY while listening to the CALLIOPE play its catchy tunes. Those CUB
SCOUTS were having a grand old time at the FAIR.
The DEN LEADER,
however, found that the FAIR was not as quiet and relaxing as a den meeting
with eight energetic CUB SCOUTS. The noise of the HORSE and the clamor of
the CALLIOPE music made the DEN LEADER feel like she was in a daze. It was
then that she began to realize how much she really did appreciate her CUB
SCOUTS. She knew she would rather listen to their shouts and laughter any
day, instead of the FAIR noises with the MIDWAY barkers, the HORSES, and the
At the end of the
day, it was a happy and tired den of CUB SCOUTS who came home from the FAIR,
carrying their MIDWAY game prizes, full of COTTON CANDY The catchy tunes of
the CALLIOPE music and the clomping of the HORSES' hooves rang in their
ears. But the tired grins on their faces turned to smiles of utter delight
when the DEN LEADER said "Wheeew! What a relief to hear the sounds of my den
of CUB SCOUTS." So you see, the FAIR was just the change she needed.