THEATER OF
THRILLS AND HIGH ADVENTURE!
"Throckmorton Kane, American Spy!"
by Richard Nathan
Before the lights come up, a voice introduces the story:
VOICE
He works for an intelligence agency so
secret that it has no name. Those few
who know him, know him as Throckmorton
Kane, American Spy!!!
Lights come up on the headquarters of Naja Sputatrix, international drug lord. Secret agent THROCKMORTON KANE and his beautiful companion HILLARY MOUNDZ are tied together by chains. A moment after the lights come up, Hillary moans and begins to raise consciousness.
HILLARY
Ohhh. Throck! What.....
KANE
Don't worry, Hillary Our food was
drugged. We have been captured by our
enemies, brought to this place, and bound in
unbreakable steel chains. Everything is
is going to be all right.
HILLARY
Where are we?
KANE
Unless I miss my guess, we are in the
lair of the man who killed your brother...
Naja Sputatrix!
Enter NAJA SPUTATRIX. He carries a pet carrier.
NAJA
Quite correct, Mr. Kane. Good evening,
Miss Moundz. Please accept my
apologies for disturbing your meal, but
if I had not taken the precautions I did,
you soon would have been able to shut
down my international empire of illegal
drugs.
HILLARY
You killed my brother!
NAJA
He knew the risks when he accepted
employment with law enforcement.
HILLARY
Now I suppose you're going to kill us?
NAJA
I will leave that unpleasant task to my
pet, Ptolemy. Ptolemy is a venomous cobra,
one of the deadliest in all the world. I
regret to inform you that your deaths will
be extremely painful.
Naja opens the carrier and Ptolemy THE COBRA comes out. Ptolemy should be played by a large toy snake, with a thread of very fine fishing line tied to his head. The line of thread goes through Kane's chains (near Kane's hands) hands and from there off stage, so that when the line is pulled from off stage, the snake will got to Kane.
HILLARY
I hope it bites you.
KANE
I suspect he has shielding that protects him.
NAJA
Excellent analysis, Mr. Kane. You are, of
course, correct. I wear an undergarments
of woven steel, from my toes to my neck,
including these gloves. Only my head and
my neck are unprotected, and I will not
allow Ptolemy anywhere near my upper
extremities.
KANE
I knew you didn't have the courage to take
any risks, Naja.
NAJA
Good evening, Mr. Kane. I will leave Ptolemy
to do his work. Miss Moundz, it is
regrettable that we did not meet under
other circumstances. I will return to
witness your deaths, when I hear you
screaming in agony.
Naja exits. Ptolemy slowly moves across the floor.
HILLARY
Throck! What are we going to do?
KANE
Stay calm, Hillary. Everything is under
control. Have you noticed the cologne
I'm wearing?
HILLARY
Yes. I didn't want to say anything, but
it's not up to your usually standards,
Throck.
KANE
I knew that Naja was obsessed with snakes,
and I thought he might try something like this,
so I doused myself with a chemical agent that
acts as a soporific to snakes.
HILLARY
It's coming closer! Throck, I'm so frightened!
KANE
It's attracted by the scent of my cologne.. But
the chemical
agent that attracts it will also make
the snake drowsy enough so that I should be
able to grab it, right behind the head!
The snake crawls up the chains. When it nears Kane's hand, Kane grabs it, right behind the head.
KANE
Got it! Now scream, Hillary! Scream as
thought your life depended on it!
Hillary screams! Naja enters. Kane throws the snake at Naja!
KANE
Here, Naja! Catch!
The actor playing Naja catches the snake, trying to make it appear as though Naja was attempting to ward off the snake's bite, but the actor manages to move the snake's mouth next to Naja's throat, as though the snake were biting Naja. Naja screams in pain, dying horribly, finally falling dead on top of the snake!
HILLARY
Oh, Throck! How horrible! But what
will we do now? We're chained!
KANE
Hillary, didn't I tell you?
HILLARY
Tell me what?
KANE
I'm an escape artist!
The chains fall off Kane and Hillary.
HILLARY
Oh, Throckmorton!
She kisses him.
BLACKOUT!
THE END
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© 2005 by Richard Nathan. All rights reserved
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