Narrator 1: Now, there were a lot of funny-looking people in the Land of Make Believe, but
Cinderella was the funniest.
Narrator 2: Her most outstanding feature was her big feet. When she stood up, she looked like
a seaplane.
Narrator 3: Cinderella lived with her beautiful stepmother and three beautiful stepsisters,
Weeny, Whiny, and Moe. She had a beautiful stepcat, a stepdog, and a stepladder.
Narrator 1: The size of Cinderella's feet caused her many problems. She bounced off the ceiling
in ballet class, she always lost at hopscotch, and she had to buy a sock for every
toe.
Narrator 2: However, the worst problem for everyone else was that when Cinderella's bunions
bothered her, she'd take off her shoes and leave them around town.
Narrator 3: The giant, smelly shoes would block doorways, stop traffic, and take up four parking
spaces at the mall.
Narrator 1: So, when the King and Queen of the Land of Make Believe gave a dance party, they
naturally didn't invite Cinderella.
King: "What about Cinderella?"
Queen: "No, it just wouldn't be safe,"
Narrator 2: As soon as they were gone, Cinderella put her feet up and turned on her favorite
TV show, Lifestyles of the Royal and Famous.
Narrator 3: Suddenly a cow wearing a blond wig and a pink tutu appeared on top of the TV.
Cinderella: "Would you please move your tail? You're blocking the screen,"
Elsie: "I'm Elsie, your Dairy Godmother, and I'm here to send you to the ball."
Cinderella: "I wasn't invited,"
Narrator 2: The cow waved her golden wand. Just then, an invitation dropped through the mail
slot.
Cinderella: "I don't have a thing to wear,"
Narrator 1: Elsie waved her golden wand again. Cinderella was suddenly wearing a glamorous,
glittering gown.
Cinderella: "I can't find my other sneaker,"
Narrator 3: The cow twirled her wand. On Cinderella's feet sparked two glass sneakers.
Cinderella: "I don't have a carriage,"
Elsie: "Take the bus,"
Narrator 2: said her Dairy Godmother, handing Cinderella some change.
Cinderella: "Thank you, Dairy Godmother,"
Narrator 1: said Cinderella. She turned to leave.
Elsie: "One more thing,You have to be back before the clock strikes twelve,"
Cinderella: "Sure, sure. Bye,"
Narrator 3: When Cinderella arrived at the ball, everyone pointed and said,
Narrators 1 and 2: "Who's that funny-looking girl?"
Narrator 3: Prince Smeldred, who was quite funny-looking himself, raised his head from the
punch bowl and sputtered,
Prince: "Who's the doll! Wanna dance?"
Cinderella: "Let's trip the light fantastic, yong man,"
Prince: "Ouch! You stepped on my foot!"
Narrator 1: The two began to dance.
Prince: "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Maybe we'd better sit this one out,"
Narrator 3: howled Smeldred, hopping up and down.
Narrator 2: Just then the clock struck twelve. (Time goes fast when you're having a ball.)
Cinderella: "I have to go,"
Prince: "But who are you?"
Cinderella: "I'm late!"
Prince: "That's a funny name,"
Narrator 3: said Smeldred, who wasn't too swift.
Prince: "What's your address? What's your phone number? What's your sign?"
Narrator 1: But Cinderella was gone.
Narrator 2: She'd left behind one glass sneaker- size 87, triple A- that blocked the doorway, so
everyone had to leave through the back door.
Narrator 1: Using a "toe" truck, he hauled the sneaker to every maiden in the kingdom.
Narrator 2: Each girl would put in one foot, then two feet, then both hands.
Narrator 3: Finally, Smeldred arrived at Cinderella's house. Weeny sat in the sneaker.
Weeny: "It fits!"
Prince: "Next,"
Narrator 3: Then Whiny and Moe stood in the sneaker together.
Whiny and Moe: "It fits!"
Prince: "Next!"
Narrator 2: sighed Smeldred, feeling a little discouraged.
Narrator 1: Just then, Cinderella lumbered into the room.
Cinderella: "Oh, there's my other sneaker!"
Narrator 1: she cried, and slipped it on. Everyone stared at Cinderella's foot.
Wheeny, Whiny and Moe: "It fits!"
Prince Smeldred: "Will you marry me?"
Cinderella: "Only if you'll marry me,"
Narrator 2: The Prince grabbed a doughnut and put it on her finger. Then they rushed out the door
to live happily ever after.
Wheeny, Whiny and Moe: "Well, at least the Prince will be our stepbrother-in-law,"
Narrator 3: cried Weeny, Whiny, and Moe.
Mom: "Yeah, but it's going to be hard to fill Cinderella's shoes,"
Narrator 1: Just then, Elsie appeared on top of the refrigerator.
Elsie: "The shoe must go on,"
Narrator 2: she uttered with a wink, and poured them each a glass of milk.