Script 1 Issabella

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Narrator: Issabella lived with her evil twit sisters. Their house was run down. The twit sisters cooked while issabella cleaned.

(issabella walks in before tripping on a bucket (a jumper))

Susan: hah your so dumb

Margaret: look where your going idiot

(issabella gets up and ugly twit sisters leave)

Issabella: why are they so mean to me

(Issabella sits down and hugs her knees. Prince stepps out and thought tracks)

Prince: if only I could find the perfect suitcase

(end of thought track. Issabella thought tracks.)

Issabella: if only I could find the perfect boy

(end of thought track)

Narrator: 2hrs later

Susan & Margaret: DINNERS READY

(come out with dinner (a jumper))

Susan: so we are going to the ball

Margaret: make sure you clean up ugly

(Twits leave and issabella sits down )

Issabella: Goodbye ugly twit sisters

(from off stage Twit sisters shout )

Twit sisters: WHAT WAS THAT

(Fairy god sister arrives)

Fairy god sister: here take this dress, your so ugly go to the ball their is a coach outside goobye

Narrator: She seemed nice

( prince stands nervously fiddling with his collar)

Margaret: oh princey!

(prince thought track)

Prince : I think I could get a better suit case than that

(end of thought track)

Susan: don't forget me!

(prince thought track)

prince: I could still get better

(end of thought track. Isabella walks in prince stares at her)

Isabella: hello

(prince thought track looking at audience.)

Prince: Now that would make a good suit case

(end of thought track)

Narrator: 3 hours later and the clock strikes 12:00

Unknown to issabella the Fairy god friend wasn't that friendly

two hours earlier.

Prince: make sure she turned into that suitcase at 12:00

FGS: yah k I know now go get your suitcase

narrator: back in the current time

(bell DING DING DING (narrator will just say it))

Prince: Finally the time has come

(issabella kneels and the prince drags her off (pretend she is a suit case))

THE END

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