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Kids Monologue of the Month
Tips for preparing a monologue:
Break a leg! (That's theater talk for "good luck." It's bad luck to say "good luck" in the theater so you say "Break a leg!") |
Here are 3 monologues for Apr, May and June (sorry so late!). Have fun!
BLOOD
(enters screaming and holding finger) Aa! I cut my finger! What do I do? This is a fine time for my parents to be away from home. What were they thinking, leaving me alone when there are knives in the kitchen? Why didn’t they realize I would want to slice an apple? Now I’m going to bleed to death waiting for them to come home. I should call my parents. My cell is in my pocket. (tries to reach cell phone while still holding onto finger) I’m going to have to let go to get to my cell phone. (breathes heavily) One, two, three! (lets go of finger; holds “hurt” finger above head and quickly puts other hand in pocket; pulls out cell phone; looks at it confused) Where’s the blood? (looks at hurt finger still held up) Where is the blood? It’s gone! I can’t believe it. I almost have a tragedy and it goes away. Well, there’s always cheese to slice! (exits)
NO CHOCOLATE FOR ME
What's the big deal? I don't like chocolate. The way the other kids acted, you'd think I had committed murder. All I said was "No, thanks," when Micah brought the treat bucket around. I was even polite. Still, Ms. Roberts asked if I was okay. I said, "I just don't like chocolate." She stared at me for a minute as if I was going to burst out laughing and say, "just kidding." I wasn't kidding. All the kids made slurping noises as they ate their treat, as if that would make me like chocolate. Ms. Roberts told them to eat quietly, then she called me over to her desk. "Is there a candy you like?" she asked me. "I don't want you to feel left out." What could I say? I couldn't tell the truth. If she was surprised about me not liking chocolate, she'd faint if I told her what I did like. So I lied and said, "I'm allergic to sugar," then I sat back down and read my book. I couldn't admit that my favorite treats are...are...CARROTS!
I JUST WANT CHOCOLATE
(with phone in hand, as if waiting for someone to pick up) Oh, hey, Mom. It's me...No, nothing's wrong. I just want a chocolate bar. Can you get me one on your way home? When are you coming home?...That's too long and I really want some candy now. Can I just get one from your stash?...Your hidden stash...Yes, you do...It's in the old purse you hang in your closet. So can I have one?...(whining) But, Mom, I really need candy and I’ll only take one; I promise. Please?...Because I just want one...No, I didn’t get in trouble today at school...No, I didn’t flunk a test...No, I didn’t have a fight with my best friend. I just want some chocolate...But, Mom...All I want is one piece of chocolate. That’s all. Look, Mom, I didn’t want to resort to this, but I’ll tell Dad where your stash is if you don’t let me have one piece...If you re-hide your stash, I’ll just find it again and tell Dad...Really?! Thanks, Mom. You’re the best...I’ll pay you back when you get home...and I won’t tell Dad...Love you, too. Oh! by the way, Dad’s stash is hidden on top of the bookshelf in the office. Bye!
(enters screaming and holding finger) Aa! I cut my finger! What do I do? This is a fine time for my parents to be away from home. What were they thinking, leaving me alone when there are knives in the kitchen? Why didn’t they realize I would want to slice an apple? Now I’m going to bleed to death waiting for them to come home. I should call my parents. My cell is in my pocket. (tries to reach cell phone while still holding onto finger) I’m going to have to let go to get to my cell phone. (breathes heavily) One, two, three! (lets go of finger; holds “hurt” finger above head and quickly puts other hand in pocket; pulls out cell phone; looks at it confused) Where’s the blood? (looks at hurt finger still held up) Where is the blood? It’s gone! I can’t believe it. I almost have a tragedy and it goes away. Well, there’s always cheese to slice! (exits)
NO CHOCOLATE FOR ME
What's the big deal? I don't like chocolate. The way the other kids acted, you'd think I had committed murder. All I said was "No, thanks," when Micah brought the treat bucket around. I was even polite. Still, Ms. Roberts asked if I was okay. I said, "I just don't like chocolate." She stared at me for a minute as if I was going to burst out laughing and say, "just kidding." I wasn't kidding. All the kids made slurping noises as they ate their treat, as if that would make me like chocolate. Ms. Roberts told them to eat quietly, then she called me over to her desk. "Is there a candy you like?" she asked me. "I don't want you to feel left out." What could I say? I couldn't tell the truth. If she was surprised about me not liking chocolate, she'd faint if I told her what I did like. So I lied and said, "I'm allergic to sugar," then I sat back down and read my book. I couldn't admit that my favorite treats are...are...CARROTS!
I JUST WANT CHOCOLATE
(with phone in hand, as if waiting for someone to pick up) Oh, hey, Mom. It's me...No, nothing's wrong. I just want a chocolate bar. Can you get me one on your way home? When are you coming home?...That's too long and I really want some candy now. Can I just get one from your stash?...Your hidden stash...Yes, you do...It's in the old purse you hang in your closet. So can I have one?...(whining) But, Mom, I really need candy and I’ll only take one; I promise. Please?...Because I just want one...No, I didn’t get in trouble today at school...No, I didn’t flunk a test...No, I didn’t have a fight with my best friend. I just want some chocolate...But, Mom...All I want is one piece of chocolate. That’s all. Look, Mom, I didn’t want to resort to this, but I’ll tell Dad where your stash is if you don’t let me have one piece...If you re-hide your stash, I’ll just find it again and tell Dad...Really?! Thanks, Mom. You’re the best...I’ll pay you back when you get home...and I won’t tell Dad...Love you, too. Oh! by the way, Dad’s stash is hidden on top of the bookshelf in the office. Bye!
