The students are bumbling their way through a chaotic production of
(The yellow brick road.)
(DOROTHY runs on, ahead of her dog TOTO.)
DOROTHY: C’mon, Toto! This way! …Toto—c’mon!
(TOTO is played by a person, preferably a large one. He/she runs on all fours. TOTO barks.)
DOROTHY: That’s right, Toto. We’re following the yellow brick road. All the way to Oz!
(They stop at a fork in the road. The SCARECROW is posted up on a stake, his arms outstretched. [He could be on a ladder or chair.] DOROTHY and TOTO don’t notice him.)
DOROTHY: A fork in the road. What do we do?
SCARECROW: You take it.
DOROTHY: (Pretending not to notice:) Hey, who said that!
(TOTO barks at the SCARECROW. There isn’t really much else on stage, so it’s painfully obvious that it is the SCARECROW talking.)
DOROTHY: Toto, it can’t be him. Scarecrows don’t talk.
SCARECROW: I do. I’m a
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