“Welcome, one and all,” says Will Scarlet, with a broad smile and a bow, “to Will & Allyn’s Interactive Theatre!”
“Every second Friday,” says Allyn-a-Dale, “Will and I and our friends from the story world of ‘The Outlaws of Avalon ’ trilogy—”
“Coming one of these days to a book retailer near you!”
“—Will take at random two of the suggestions gleaned from you, our gentle audience, and incorporate them into… well, the sort of tomfoolery Will calls entertainment.”
“So make yourselves comfortable,” says Will, “as we now present to you: ‘Hooray for the Scarlet, White, and Blue’!”
[The curtain rises on a backdrop showing the spires of Avalon Faire’s castle through the prop trees of “Little Sherwood”. Allyn-a-Dale enters and crosses to the center from stage left, Will Scarlet from stage right, both in their typical Faire garb.]
Will: Ah, Allyn! I was just coming to find you.
Allyn: And found me you have, on the way to my tent.
Will: Your tent? You can’t go in there – not today, of all days. It’s the 4th of July!
Allyn: Should that date mean something to me?
Will [scoffs like “duh” ]: Only if you’re going to call yourself an American.
Allyn: Which no one in Avalon is.
Will: Even so, this is a very important holiday. It all started centuries ago at midnight, when Paul Revere rode through the colonial American towns, shouting—
[Enter Marion Hood. Tricorn hat upon her head, stick horse firmly in hand, she gallops across the stage.]
Marion/Paul Revere: The British are coming! In stylish red coats! One if by land, two if by sea! TO ARMS, AMERICA!
Allyn [blinking at Will ]: I don’t get it.
Will: Oh, it was all to do with the Boston Tea Party.
[The largest of the prop trees rotates, revealing Robin Hood and Little John in its hollow, sporting waistcoats and powdered wigs, seated at a small table set with a fine china tea service.]
Little John [in an exaggerated British accent ]: More tea, Mr. Jefferson? I can offer you sugar and cream, as well, though sadly, representation along with your taxation is right out.
Robin/Jefferson: That’s outrageous! [throws down napkin ] As a patriot, I won’t stand for it! This means WAR!
[The tree revolves back into its original position.]
Will: After that, it was all kinds of revolution up in the streets – from Washington crossing the Delaware, to Ben Franklin flying kites in a storm, to a mysterious hooded man robbing the king’s men on the forest highway.
Allyn [eyelids lowered to sardonic height ]: You don’t say.
Will: True story. But in the end, the states united and came out on top, to much celebratory fireworks and barbecue.
Allyn: A fascinating history, Will. But I don’t see how any of this bars me from entering my tent.
Will: Erm, mostly because it kind of caught fire when I went in to surprise you with an Independence Day bouquet of sparklers.
[Marion gallops across the stage again.]
Marion/Paul Revere: Those darn red-loving Brits, I tell you!
“Aaaand SCENE!” says Will.
“Thank you to audience member Chelsea de la Cruz,” says Allyn, “for providing us with the inspiration ‘sparklers’ and ‘mysterious hooded man’.”
“If you enjoyed yourselves,” Will says, “(or if you didn’t, but you totally did, right?), don’t forget to leave suggestions for future productions in the comments! Words or phrases we’ve got to include, a prop to use, a prompt to run with… anything goes! ‘Til next time, friends: Will and Allyn out!”