Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day - for a whole year!
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to http://www.monologuestore.com/ -click on the Monologue Mania button please scroll down. To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - click here.
For a list of the blurbs from each day, click here
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Small print - A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law - the date of the post - and these are free to read, free to perform and video AS LONG AS NO MONEY IS CHARGED. Once you want to charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me at [email protected] for royalty info. These monologues - and all my writing -are protected as follows - All rights reserved under the Berne and Pan-American copyright convention.
But I will be happy to give permission to do a video for youtube, as long as I receive credit - like Tori Langley did -Click here for THE TOWEL LADY THE TOWEL LADY.
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Mar. 20, 2014 Girl on a Bus With Lawnmower Day #36 Monologue Mania
Girl on a Bus (With Lawnmower)
by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2014 all rights reserved tigerteam1gmail.com
(A girl comes onstage, she is in her twenties, dressed a little hippie-ish, and she is rolling a lawnmower. She stands to the side, waiting for the bus. It arrives – we know because the wind blows her a bit, and she hangs onto the lawnmower to make sure it doesn’t move. She takes the lawnmower carefully up the steps)
Hang on, I have to get my pass…….here it is….
(She shows it to the driver, is surprised.)
Whaddaya mean, what is this? It’s a lawnmower, man! Are you blind or something? I mean, if you can’t see it’s a lawnmower, should you be like, driving this bus?
Whaddaya mean, I can’t bring the lawnmower on the bus? I have a pass! See!
(She waves her wallet again.)
So where’s that rule? Show me that rule! Hey, this mower isn’t hurting anyone! It don’t even hurt the grass, just cuts it – like a giant barber shop in the open air!
Wait a second! Wait a second! Look, I know there’s a lotta people gotta use the bus, but you’re only half full, how about we put it to a vote?
(She turns to the people in the bus, lifts her fist.)
If these people do not want me on this bus, I will leave, but first, let me ask them something….
(She stands up tall.)
(Starts slow) This is a good lawnmower, and I have to get it to an overgrown lawn across town, and I got no car, and no friends with cars…that have gas in them or that work right now, and this lawnmower is gonna be good – I won’t turn it on and make any noise! (Getting worked up) I can’t walk ten miles with this mower, it’s little tiny tires aren’t strong enough! They’ll wear out on the hot pavement, and then it won’t be able to cut that high grass and the grass will grow until it blocks out the sun and maybe even someone might get lost in the grass and maybe never be seen again! (Almost in tears) I just gotta take the bus! And let me ask you... if it were a baby, would you say ‘no'?
(She listens, smiles)
There, so all in favor of me staying on the bus with my lawnmower, raise your hands!
(She looks around, smiles again.)
There, Mr. Driver, we’ll be good.
(She stands, smiling, swaying with the bus, holding onto the mower.)
There, there, little mower, we’re almost home – you’ll be able to see your friends in the garage again……..
(The bus jerks to a halt and she starts to exit.)
Thank you, Mr. Driver! That was a great ride!
(Listens, in earnest)
Oh, hey, don’t worry…..I won’t be bringing the lawn mower back! He’s home safe and sound! I promise…tomorrow I will not be bringing a lawn mower on your bus! Word of honor!
(She steps off onto the street with the mower, waves at the bus)
Tomorrow.... I have a wheelbarrow!
(She walks off, waving)
The end...for now
Janet S. Tiger 858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to http://www.monologuestore.com/ -click on the Monologue Mania button please scroll down. To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - click here.
For a list of the blurbs from each day, click here
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Small print - A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law - the date of the post - and these are free to read, free to perform and video AS LONG AS NO MONEY IS CHARGED. Once you want to charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me at [email protected] for royalty info. These monologues - and all my writing -are protected as follows - All rights reserved under the Berne and Pan-American copyright convention.
But I will be happy to give permission to do a video for youtube, as long as I receive credit - like Tori Langley did -Click here for THE TOWEL LADY THE TOWEL LADY.
Help a playwright and get more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site!
-------------------------------------------------------------
Mar. 20, 2014 Girl on a Bus With Lawnmower Day #36 Monologue Mania
Girl on a Bus (With Lawnmower)
by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2014 all rights reserved tigerteam1gmail.com
(A girl comes onstage, she is in her twenties, dressed a little hippie-ish, and she is rolling a lawnmower. She stands to the side, waiting for the bus. It arrives – we know because the wind blows her a bit, and she hangs onto the lawnmower to make sure it doesn’t move. She takes the lawnmower carefully up the steps)
Hang on, I have to get my pass…….here it is….
(She shows it to the driver, is surprised.)
Whaddaya mean, what is this? It’s a lawnmower, man! Are you blind or something? I mean, if you can’t see it’s a lawnmower, should you be like, driving this bus?
Whaddaya mean, I can’t bring the lawnmower on the bus? I have a pass! See!
(She waves her wallet again.)
So where’s that rule? Show me that rule! Hey, this mower isn’t hurting anyone! It don’t even hurt the grass, just cuts it – like a giant barber shop in the open air!
Wait a second! Wait a second! Look, I know there’s a lotta people gotta use the bus, but you’re only half full, how about we put it to a vote?
(She turns to the people in the bus, lifts her fist.)
If these people do not want me on this bus, I will leave, but first, let me ask them something….
(She stands up tall.)
(Starts slow) This is a good lawnmower, and I have to get it to an overgrown lawn across town, and I got no car, and no friends with cars…that have gas in them or that work right now, and this lawnmower is gonna be good – I won’t turn it on and make any noise! (Getting worked up) I can’t walk ten miles with this mower, it’s little tiny tires aren’t strong enough! They’ll wear out on the hot pavement, and then it won’t be able to cut that high grass and the grass will grow until it blocks out the sun and maybe even someone might get lost in the grass and maybe never be seen again! (Almost in tears) I just gotta take the bus! And let me ask you... if it were a baby, would you say ‘no'?
(She listens, smiles)
There, so all in favor of me staying on the bus with my lawnmower, raise your hands!
(She looks around, smiles again.)
There, Mr. Driver, we’ll be good.
(She stands, smiling, swaying with the bus, holding onto the mower.)
There, there, little mower, we’re almost home – you’ll be able to see your friends in the garage again……..
(The bus jerks to a halt and she starts to exit.)
Thank you, Mr. Driver! That was a great ride!
(Listens, in earnest)
Oh, hey, don’t worry…..I won’t be bringing the lawn mower back! He’s home safe and sound! I promise…tomorrow I will not be bringing a lawn mower on your bus! Word of honor!
(She steps off onto the street with the mower, waves at the bus)
Tomorrow.... I have a wheelbarrow!
(She walks off, waving)
The end...for now
Janet S. Tiger 858-274-9678
www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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