SHLEMIEL CROOKS

The Musical 

Book by Sean Hartley & Bob Kolsby

Music by Scott Ethier

Lyrics by Clay Zambo

Additional Music and Lyrics by Berl Olswanger

Based on Shlemiel Crooks and Chicken Bone Man by Anna Olswanger

Shlemiel Crooks

 Copyright 2011  

by 

Sean Hartley, Bob Kolsby, Scott Ethier, Clay Zambo, Anna Olswanger and Berl Olswanger

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(in order of appearance)

JERRY, a dog

BERL, a boy

GERTIE, his older sister

REB ELIAS, their father

RABBI

MISS STOOTS, a voice teacher

PHARAOH, a ghost

BURT, a crook

ERNIE, a crook

PLUS various Neighbors, Dogs, Police and Ghost Police

Musical Numbers:

“Olive Street”  Chorus

“In Eigenblick” Miss Stoots

“Chicken Bone Man” Berl

“Berl’s Blues” Berl

“Don’t Back Down” Jerry

 “When Pharaoh Comes To Town” Pharaoh

“When Pharaoh Comes …” (reprise) Pharaoh

 “It’s All For You” Miss Stoots and Gertie

“The Chase” Instrumental

“Chicken Bone Man” (reprise) Berl and Gertie

“Don’t Back Down” (reprise) All

Premiered on April 10, 2011

At Merkin Concert Hall

New York

SHLEMIEL CROOKS

(Olive Street, St. Louis, 1919. Three storefronts line the back wall: A bakery, a fish store, and in between, Reb Elias’s Kosher Wine. Stage right represents the interior of Miss Stoot’s parlor, with a (nonworking) piano that can be played by Berl. Stage left has a few crates or maybe a bench.

At rise, the CHORUS is milling about the street, getting ready for Passover. MOTHERS are shopping and stopping to talk on the street. CHILDREN are playing hopscotch and other games on the sidewalk. Two POLICEMEN are strolling around, keeping an eye on things. Two CHILDREN run on and accidentally bump into one of the MOTHERS, spilling the contents of her basket. The MOTHERS pick up the contents, while one of the POLICEMEN gives the CHILD a talking-to. In general, this is life as usual on a busy city street in 1919.

 (JERRY enters. HE is a dog. HE addresses the audience.)

JERRY

Well, hello there. Welcome to 1919, the year so nice they named it twice. Here we are in Olive Street. What? You’ve never been to Olive Street before? It’s a great street. All the Jews in St. Louis live here. Come on, I’ll show you around … 

(SONG: OLIVE STREET)

ALL OF US ARE NEIGHBORS,

ALL OF US ARE FRIENDS,

PEOPLE THAT YOU’D LIKE TO MEET.

COME ON, YOU’RE PART OF THE FAM’LY—

ALL OF US ON OLIVE STREET.

WELCOME TO ST. LOUIE!

MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME,

COME AND TAKE A COMFY SEAT.

SEE THE PARADE THAT GOES BY HERE—

ALL OF US ON OLIVE STREET.

EVERYTHING THAT YOU COULD ASK FOR,

ALL IN A FEW SHORT BLOCKS,

HERE IS WHERE YOU PICK UP YOUR BAGELS,

AND HERE’S WHERE YOU GET YOUR LOX!

Of course, you don’t buy bagels today—everyone’s cleaning house, getting rid of the chametz --  what, you don’t know what chametz is? Chametz is bread, cereal, anything made with flour. We gotta get rid of it all before Passover, on account of Moses and Pharaoh and I don’t really remember the whole story but I’m doing my part by eating all the dog biscuits I can find. Anybody got a biscuit they wanna get rid of? No? Just checking.

NEIGHBORS 

SWEEP OUT EVERY CUPBOARD,

ALL THE CHAMETZ GOES!

EVERY BIT OF LEAVENED WHEAT!

MRS. GOLDBERG

OATS! BARLEY! SPELT! OR RYE!

NEIGHBORS 

WE’RE GETTING READY FOR PESACH—

ALL OF US ON OLIVE STREET.

(BERL enters from stage left, carrying some music books.)

JERRY

See over there! That’s the kid I hang out with. Hey, Berl! 

BERL

Hi, Jerry!

(JERRY lets BERL pat him.)

JERRY

He loves me. Everybody loves me around here, but with Berl, it’s something special.

BERL

Don’t bark so loud, Jerry, you’ll annoy the neighbors. 

JERRY

That’s good, right behind the ear there. Yeah, that’s the spot.

(GERTIE enters.)

GERTIE

Come on, Berl, we’re gonna be late. Do you have the music? 

JERRY

Yeah, sure, but I gotta ask you something …

GERTIE

Ask me on the way. I don’t want to be late.

(BERL follows her down the street.)

JERRY

That’s his big sister, Gert. She’s studying to be a collatura. You know what a collatura is? That’s a dame who sings so high even cats can’t stand it. She’s on her way to her lesson now, and my kid has to pound the piano for her. 

(JERRY goes to follow BERL, but passes MRS. GOLDBERG, who stops to pat him.)

MRS. G

There’s my Jerry. Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?

JERRY

I’m a good boy!

MRS. G

No barking, Jerry! The baby is sleeping. 

JERRY

Well, you asked me … 

MRS. G

Here, Jerry, I got something for you, what do you think? A cookie!

JERRY

Gee thanks, Mrs. G.

(JERRY gobbles it up as MRS. G exits.)

That’s the way it is around here – we all look out for each other. 

NEIGHBORS

I LOOK AFTER YOUR KIDS,

YOU LOOK IN ON MINE,

GIVE THE CAT A BITE TO EAT.

JERRY

Cat? Where’s a cat?

ALL

WE TAKE GOOD CARE OF EACH OTHER,

ALL OF US ON OLIVE STREET.

SOME NEIGHBORS

SEE THE PRETTY STOREFRONTS,

SEE THE WINDOWS SHINE?

EVERYTHING IS NICE AND NEAT.

WE’RE GETTING READY FOR PESACH—

ALL OF US ON OLIVE STREET!

SOME NEIGHBORS

GET YOUR ROAST FROM MR. BIRNBAUM,

GROC’RIES FROM FINKLESTEIN,

LEPKIN’S SILVER BRIGHTENS YOUR TABLE,

BUT WHAT MAKES A SEDER SHINE?

ALL NEIGHBORS

REB ELIAS’S KOSHER WINE!

(REB ELIAS enters, carrying a crate of wine.)

JERRY

Oh, look over there, That’s my kid’s father, Reb Elias. He owns the store where they sell kosher wine. And you know what you need kosher wine for, don’t you? The seder. So he’s hoping to do good business this year, right Reb E?

REB ELIAS

Stay out of the way now, Jerry. I don’t want to drop these bottles. You see this, everybody?

(HE holds up a large crate)

Those bottles came all the way from the Land of Israel. 

MRS. RUBIN

The Land of Israel? You don’t say?

(The RABBI enters and starts to walk by.)

MRS. PERLMUTTER

Hey, there’s the rabbi. Maybe he should say a blessing?

REB ELIAS

Good idea. Rabbi …

RABBI

What is it, Reb Elias?

REB ELIAS

Would you like to say a special blessing for my new wine from Israel? 

RABBI

BLEST ARE YOU. LORD OUR GOD, 

WHO HAS BROUGHT US FORTH FROM THE EARTH.

BLEST ARE YOU WHO HAS NURTURED US

FROM THE MOMENT OF OUR BIRTH.

BLEST ARE YOU, ALMIGHTY,

WHO CREATES THE FRUIT OF THE VINE

AND BLEST OUR FRIEND REB ELIAS,

WHO PROVIDES OUR PASSOVER WINE.

ALL

Amen.

JERRY

I tell you it’s a great place to live.

ALL

NEW YORK MAY BE BIGGER,

PHOENIX HAS MORE SUN.

MAYBE WE CANNOT COMPETE.

STILL, YOU COULD DO WORSE THAN TO JOIN US,

JOIN US FOR THE SEDER!

PULL UP TO THE TABLE!

EVERYBODY’S WELCOME!

ALL OF US ON OLIVE…

I LOVE, YOU LOVE—

WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE?

ALL OF US

ON OLIVE STREET!

IT’S PASSOVER ON OLIVE STREET!

(GERTIE and BERL enter again.)

GERTIE

Come on, Berl. You know Miss Stoots hates it when we’re late. 

BERL

Just wait a minute, Gertie. I gotta ask you something. Tomorrow night is Amateur Night at Loew’s Palace. 

GERTIE

Loew’s Palace? That vaudeville house?

BERL

Aw, it’s great! You remember how we used to sneak in and see the acts? Princess Rajah and Her Snakes. 

(JERRY imitates a snake dance.)

Debutante Darla and Her Dancing Dogs. 

(JERRY does a dance)

I was thinking maybe you and me could sing one of my new songs.

GERTIE

I don’t sing jazz any more, now that I’m studying with Miss Stoots.

BERL

Yeah, but I was thinking just this once …

GERTIE

And besides, tomorrow night is Miss Stoots’ student recital. 

BERL

She has a recital every month. Couldn’t we miss it just this once? It’s really important, Gert. I’ve got a feeling about it. We’re gonna win this year’s Amateur Night, and they’re gonna give me a real live job playing piano for the shows. It’s all I ever wanted in life. Please?

(MISS STOOTS enters. SHE is a very snooty grande dame voice teacher.)

MISS STOOTS

Ah, there you are, Gertrude, darling. Come in at once, there’s a chill in the air, and we don’t want you to catch cold. You, too, Berl.

(SHE lets them into her studio but keeps JERRY out.)

Jerry, you stay out here.

JERRY

(talking through the screen door)

Hey, kid, it just so happens I’m friendly with a frosty blonde by the name of Hortense. She’s one of the dancing dogs down at the Vaudeville Revue. You want me to get her to talk to the owner about you? I figure she goes woofle-woofle in the right party’s ear, you’re a shoo-in at the Amateur Night auditions.

MISS STOOTS

Stop that barking immediately! 

BERL

I think he just wants to come inside, Miss Stoots.

MISS STOOTS

That mangy dog will never enter my nice, clean parlor. Now begin your warm-up, Gertrude, and remember: pear-shaped tones, pear-shaped tones.

GERTIE

Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi. 

MISS STOOTS

That was banana shaped, Gertrude. I want pear-shape.

GERTIE

Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi. 

MISS STOOTS

Better. Now try again, like this.

(SHE sings)

Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi. 

Proceed.

GERTIE

Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi. 

MISS STOOTS

Lovely, lovely, breath support, breath support – 

(BERL starts improvising in a jazz idiom on the piano.)

Berl, pay attention, where’s your mind this morning?

BERL

Sorry, Miss Stoots. I was just thinking about Amateur Night. 

STOOTS

And what, I shudder to ask, is Amateur Night?

BERL

It’s a tryout, down at the Loew’s Palace Vaudeville Revue.

STOOTS

That den of vulgarity, where they perform jazz?

BERL

Aw, gee, Miss Stoots, jazz is swell. All the young kids today are crazy for jazz.

STOOTS

Opera, Berl, that’s the only real music. Verdi, Puccini, Wagner and the greatest of them all … von Gluckenpuper!

JERRY

Here we go again.

STOOTS

Gertrude, you may rest your vocal chords a moment while I rhapsodize about Herbert von Gluckenpuper.

GERTIE

Yes, Miss Stoots.

STOOTS

As I may have mentioned to you before, I once sang the lead role of Little Inka in the world premiere of von Gluckenpuper’s magnum opus, Die Bluckenstockershmerz. 

BERL

Yeah, I think you did mention it …

JERRY

About a thousand times.

STOOTS

We performed his opera for one night only, at the Knights of Columbus Banquet Hall. There were some minor problems with the scenery for act nine, when the castle exploded. But none of the audience members who made it through the entire eleven hour performance will ever forget it. As Little Inka, I was transplendent. 

GERTIE

I’m sure you were Miss Stoots. 

STOOTS

I believe I remember a bit of Inka’s final aria, as she is about to jump into the crocodile pit. Berl, if you please …

(SHE takes out a huge accordion of music and puts it on the piano in

front of BERL.)

We’ll begin at measure six thousand, nine hundred and eighty seven.

JERRY

(to the audience)

I’d cover my ears if I were you. This could get ugly. 

(Reluctantly, BERL begins to play a teutonic dirge. MISS STOOTS

begins to sing in a wobbly soprano.)

MISS STOOTS

IN EIGENBLICK! IN EIGENBLICK!

EIN RICKENBLUCKEN BESHMERZ!

GEVALT, GEVALT, GEVALT, GEVALT!

GERTIE

Oh, Miss Stoots, that was wonderful. How could I ever sing like that?

JERRY

Stick your finger in the electric socket.

BERL

Yeah, that was real interesting, Miss Stoots, but like I said, there’s this Amateur Night tomorrow night and I want to enter. I got a new song I wrote. You wanna hear it?

GERTIE

I don’t think that’s a good idea, Berl.

BERL 

It’ll only take a minute. I wrote it about Princess Rajah. I read in the paper that she charms her snake with an old-timey rag on the piano. And what do you think she feeds her snakes? Chicken bones! 

(HE plays and sings: CHICKEN BONE MAN)

BERL

I DON’T LIKE SOUP BONES IN MY SOUP,

OR HAM BONES IN MY HAM.

WHEN THE COFFEE’S MAKIN’, DON’T FIX ME BACON.

I’M THE CHICKEN BONE MAN.

I DON’T WANT RABBITS IN MY HAIR,

OR SARDINES OUT OF THE CAN.

GIMME WHAT’LL CACKLE

WITH A CRUNCH AND A CRACKLE.

I’M THE CHICKEN BONE MAN.

Come on, Gertie, join in.

GERTIE

I’ll sit this one out.

BERL

I DON’T LIKE T-BONES IN MY TEA, 

OR LAMB CHOPS ON THE LAMB.

I WON’T AD LIB WITH A BARBECUE RIB

I’M THE CHICKEN BONE MAN!

I DON’T WANT OYSTERS ON THE SHELL,

OR FROG LEGS IN MY HAND.

I JUT MY CHIN AND I DIG RIGHT IN.

I’M THE CHICKEN BONE MAN.

A BREAST, A WING, A THIGH, A LEG—

YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE, 

DON’T MAKE ME BEG.

I’M THE CHICKEN BONE MAN!

(BERL finishes.) 

So what do you think?

MISS STOOTS

I shudder to think what Maestro von Glickenpuper would have said. Tomorrow evening, when you accompany your sister in her recital … 

BERL

But that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Tomorrow night is Amateur Night. 

STOOTS

You will not play in this Amateur Night, you will accompany your sister in my student recital. 

BERL

But,  Miss Stoots …

STOOTS

Enough! Ein blickenstick! I have spoken. The lesson is over!

(SHE exits dramatically. GERTIE and BERL gather up their music and exit her parlor toward center stage.)

GERTIE

Oh, Berl. Why did you play “Chicken Bone Man” for Miss Stoots? You knew she wouldn’t like it.

BERL

Because I think it’s good. 

JERRY

It is good!

GERTIE

You’ll never convince Miss Stoots.

JERRY

Who needs her?

BERL

Yeah, but I didn’t think I’d have to convince you. Oh, come on, Gertie, you have lots of recitals. Amateur night comes only once a year.

JERRY

That’s right, kid, stand up for yourself. 

GERTIE

Jerry’s driving me crazy with his barking. 

BERL

Why don’t you come with me? With the way I play and the way you sing, we could win big!

GERTIE

I don’t sing blues anymore. And if I did, I wouldn’t sing about chickenbones!

BERL

Oh, yeah? Well then, who needs you?

GERTIE

I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you ask Jerry to sing with you? It couldn’t sound any worse.

(SHE exits.)

JERRY

That was a low blow.

BERL

(calling after her)

You leave Jerry out of this. He’s got more taste for music in his front paw than you and Miss Snooty Stoots put together. 

JERRY

That’s telling her. 

(THEY cross the stage angrily.)

(SONG: BERL’S BLUES)

THAT STUPID MISS STOOTS!

SHE MAKES ME SO MAD!

MY DUMB SISTER GERTIE

IS THREE TIMES AS BAD!

THE MUSIC I PLAY,

IT COMES FROM MY SOUL!

I MIGHT AS WELL THROW MYSELF

INTO A FORTY-FOOT HOLE!

JERRY

Wait a minute! Are you giving up on account of that snooty dame? 

 (SONG: DON’T BACK DOWN)

JERRY

DON’T BACK DOWN

WHEN THEY TELL YOU “DOWN, BOY!”

DON’T STAND STILL

WHEN THEY TELL YOU, “STAY!”

BUDDY, YOU GOTTA

CHASE YOUR DREAM!

GET THAT DREAM!

DON’T BACK DOWN, KID,

DON’T LET IT GET AWAY.

GOT THE SCENT? 

PURSUE IT!

THAT’S THE WAY WE’RE BORN AND BRED.

GET THE BONE,

GRAB HOLD AND DON’T LET GO,

DON’T ROLL OVER AND PLAY DEAD!

NO, DON’T BACK DOWN,

WHEN THEY CALL YOU “BAD DOG!”

DON’T SLOW UP,

WHEN THEY TELL YOU, “HEEL!”

SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA

MAKE A FUSS,

CHASE A BUS

AND TAKE THE TOWN!

GET UP AND GO!

OH, DON’T BACK DOWN

(HE howls and a chorus of DOGS enter from everywhere: the house, stage right and stage left. )

Look, here are some of my friends!

DOGS, JERRY

WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

WHEN THEY TELL YOU, “DOWN, BOY!”

WOOF! ARF! GRRR!

WHEN THEY TELL YOU, “STAY!”

BUDDY, YOU GOTTA                                  BUDDY, YOU GOTTA

CHASE YOUR DREAM,                               CHASE YOUR DREAM

LIKE A RABBIT!GET THAT DREAM!       GET THAT DREAM!

RUN AND GRAB IT!

DOGS, JERRY

DON’T BACK DOWN, KID,

DON’T LET IT GET AWAY!

JERRY

GOT THE SCENT? 

PURSUE IT!

DOGS

roof! roof!

JERRY

THAT’S THE WAY WE’RE BORN AND BRED.

DOGS

aroo! aroo!

JERRY

GET THE BONE,

GRAB HOLD AND DON’T LET GO.

JERRY & DOGS

DON’T ROLL OVER AND PLAY DEAD!

JERRY

YEAH!

DON’T BACK DOWN,

WHEN THEY CALL YOU “BAD DOG!”

DON’T SLOW UP,

WHEN THEY TELL YOU, “HEEL!”

JERRY, DOGS

SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA

BARK TOO LOUD –

JERRY

WAKE THE NEIGHBORS,

JERRY, DOGS

WAKE THE TOWN!

GET ON YOUR WAY, KID!

JERRY

GET UP AND PLAY, KID!

JERRY, DOGS

OH, SEIZE THE DAY, KID!

DON’T BACK DOWN!

(DOGS say goodbye and exit happily. REB ELIAS enters with a case of wine.)

JERRY

Look, Berl, it’s your Pop.  Maybe he can help. Hey, Reb Elias.

REB ELIAS

No barking, Jerry.

BERL

(running over to him)

Hey, Pop! Can I talk to you?

REB ELIAS

(showing BERL a wine bottle)

Look at this, Berl. This bottle came all the way from Eretz Israel. 

BERL

Israel? I thought that was just a place in the Torah.

REB ELIAS

No, Berl. The British have promised to make a homeland for the Jews in the Land of Israel. Jews from all over the world have started settling there …

BERL

Pop, I gotta talk to you about something …

JERRY

That’s right, kid, don’t back down. 

REB ELIAS

This year, I ordered all the Passover wine from Eretz Israel because I want to support those settlers. It’s a big gamble. If people don’t buy it, we could be out on the street by Shavuos.  We won’t even be able to buy food for Jerry.

JERRY

Back down, kid! Back down!

REB ELIAS

Will you come and help me unpack the bottles?  

BERL

Sure thing, Pop, but first there’s something I gotta talk to you about. 

REB ELIAS

All right.  But I only have a minute.

BERL

Well, tomorrow night there’s this audition at Loew’s that I really, really want to go to but Gert says I have to play for her stupid recital.

REB ELIAS

Well, if your sister really needs you …

BERL

Yeah, but I wanna …

REB ELIAS

Berl, I’ve told you before, we are not here on this earth to serve ourselves, but to serve others. If your sister needs you, you must help her. 

BERL

But—

REB ELIAS

I’m sorry, I have to get back to work. Come help me if you can. 

(HE exits.)

BERL

Aw, gee. You don’t want me to give up on Amateur Night, do you Jerry?

JERRY

No.

BERL

So you know what we’re gonna do? We’re gonna run away. 

JERRY

Run away??

BERL

Yeah, that’s it! I’ll go pack.

(HE exits.)

JERRY

Oy Vey! And just when you thought things couldn’t get worse … they do!

(PHARAOH enters.)

You know who this is, don’t you? Anybody? That’s right, it’s Pharaoh. You know the guy Moses got away from? 

(to PHARAOH)

But what the heck are you doing here anyway? This is St. Louis, Missouri, 1919. Haven’t you been dead for thousands of years? 

PHARAOH

I’m here because I’m a ghost. See? Boo! And every year I return to the land of the living to try to stop Passover.

JERRY

You can’t stop Passover! The Jews have been celebrating it for thousands of years.

PHARAOH

Well, I can’t stop it completely. But every year, I visit one city or one town, and I stop it there. And this year, I have decided to stop it in St. Louis. 

JERRY

But why would you want to stop Passover?

PHARAOH

Why? WHY, you ask me? Because I hate Passover! I hate the seder, I hate the matzoh, and most of all I hate Moses!

(JERRY listens to enough of this song to realize what’s going on.)

(SONG: WHEN PHARAOH COMES TO TOWN)

PHARAOH

HE DONE ME WRONG,

THAT MOSES SPOILED MY FUN.

IT WASN'T FAIR TO PHARAOH,

SO SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.

DON'T LOOK SO MEAN,

DON'T SHAKE YOUR HEADS AND JUDGE.

I'M JUST YOUR AVERAGE EGYPTIAN KING

WITH A GIANT ROYAL GRUDGE.

AND HERE'S THE LAW

I'M LAYIN’ DOWN:

PASSOVER WILL BE ROTTEN

WHEN PHARAOH COMES TO TOWN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD I’VE WORKED MY MISCHIEF

TO MAKE UP FOR THE PLAGUES OF LICE AND FROGS.

ONE YEAR, I PUT YEAST IN ALL OF THE MATZO

AND THREW THE SHANKBONE TO THE NEIGHBOR’S DOGS.

I’M THE ONE PUT HAM IN THE CHAROSSET.

I HID THE AFIKONEN IN THE RABBI’S MOTHER’S WIG.

ONCE I USED THE SEDER PLATE AS A FRISBEE…

BUT THIS YEAR, I NEED SOMETHING REALLY BIG!

NO MORE LITTLE PRANKS FOR ME!

I NEED A GREAT DESIGN

SO EVERYONE WILL TRULY SEE

REVENGE WILL BE  SWEET AS KOSHER WINE!

That’s it! I’ll steal Reb Elias’s shipment of wine from Israel! Without that wine, they can’t have their seder dinners. Ha ha!

THIS YEAR, WHAT I’M GONNA DO IS

PLUNDER PESACH IN ST. LOUIS!

I’LL CAUSE SUCH GRIEF

WITH ALL MY SNEAKY TWISTS.

AT EVERY SEDER THEY’RE GONNA SAY,

“THIS NEVER HAPPENS TO METHODISTS!”

I’M BACK ON TOP!

I WEAR THE CROWN!

PASSOVER WILL BE RUINED

WHEN PHARAOH COMES TO TOWN!

THEY’LL GNASH THEIR TEETH,

THEY’LL RIP THEIR CLOTHES—

IT’S ALWAYS LIKE THIS,

HEAVEN KNOWS,

WHEN PHARAOH,

NEFARIOUS PHARAOH,

THAT TERRIBLE PHAROAH,

UNBEARABLE PHARAOH

COMES TO TOWN!

And now, I have some wine to steal. Of course, being a ghost, I can’t steal it myself. I need to find some humans to do my dirty work for me. humans with big strong muscles 

(HE looks into the audience.)

You look pretty strong. But no, you look too intelligent. I need to find some big strong humans with tiny little minds … 

(BURT and ERNIE, a couple of  not very bright “loose characters,” enter.)

ERNIE

What do you want to do, Burt?

BURT

I don’t know.  What do you want to do, Ernie?

ERNIE

I don’t know.  What do you want to do, Burt?

PHARAOH

Perfect! Now, they can’t see me, they don’t know I’m here, but if I whisper things in their ears, I can make them do what I want! Watch this. 

(whispering insinuatingly into ERNIE’s ear)

Why don’t we steal something?

ERNIE

Hey, why don’t we steal something?

BURT

Steal something? Are you crazy?

(PHARAOH whispers into his ear.)

PHARAOH

Good idea!

BURT

Good idea! What should we steal?

PHARAOH

(to ERNIE) 

Wine.

(Ernie looks confused)  

Wine!!!

ERNIE

(in a whiny voice)

I’m hungry.  I don’t want to go to bed. 

PHARAOH

Not that kind of whining! The kind of wine you drink, you idiot!

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