The King's Raisins
| Category: | Parody & Satire |
|---|---|
| Notes: | The King should grow increasingly dramatic and ridiculous. Final line must be delivered very seriously for full comedic effect. |
[King:] I am the King! Bring me my raisins!
[First Squire:] Here are raisins, sire, from the hills of California!
[King:] These raisins are not fit for peasants! Bring me my raisins!
[Second Squire:] Here are raisins, sire, from the vineyards of France!
[King:] They are hardly worth sneezing at! Bring me my raisins!
[Third Squire:] These raisins, sire, were hand-picked with tweezers by Benedictine Monks in Germany!
[King:] These are the worst yet! Bring me my royal raisin supplier!
(Two guards or squires drag in [Royal Raisin Supplier].)
[King:] Why have you not brought me my raisins?!
[Royal Raisin Supplier:] My rabbit died!