CliveNation in conjunction with SomersetClive is proud to present the Christmas Pantomime, with an all-star cast and seats more comfortable than those at the White Elephant Enclosure, we invite you to join us for an amateur production of the world premiere of The Princess and the Forty Thieves. Showing thrice daily.
Our story opens deep in the heart of Somerset, where the Squire of Teflon rules the sleepy little villages of Smallvillia and Dullford with a rod. Of iron.
The Squire is used to getting his own way and woe-betide anyone who foils his plans for the Squire is not to be crossed.
Act One. Scene Eight.
Hayloft Palace. The Squire is seated at his table, his Cronies around him.
Squire – That’s another Princess Wrangler gone.
Crony C (Cllr Barking) – Another one? How many is that now? Three? To lose one Princess Wrangler may be regarded as a misfortune, but to lose three looks like carelessness.
Squire – Easy come, easy go. I can get a new Princess Wrangler. It won’t be a problem. Especially as this time I’m going to advertise for a ‘Magnificent Princess Wrangler of the First Order’. No more local villagers or people that talk the talk but can’t walk the walk. Obviously a Magnificent Princess Wrangler of the First Order will want to be paid more than a common Princess Wrangler, but that’s alright, isn’t it?
Crony F (Cllr Al deValues) – Sir, I’m no mathematician, but I’m not sure we can afford to spend more on your Princess.
Squire – She’s not just MY Princess. I bought her for everyone. So everyone must pay.
Cllr deValues – But…
Squire – SEND OUT MY TAX COLLECTORS. And have the Open Spaces Team plant these magic beans.