Bills, bills, bills
By Joanne Miller
Jo and Lisa are submerged in bills. A fairy godfather grants them a wish
for more money, but it comes at a price.
Harry Godfather - dressed in shorts, t-shirt and ball cap with a cigar,
wrench and wings.
Joe: (Using a calculator) Bills, bills, bills! I give up! No
matter how I figure it, we donít have enough money to cover them all!
Lisa: What we need is a fairy godmother!
(Harry jumps in from a chair hidden behind the curtain.)
Harry: You called?
Lisa: (Startled) Who are you?
Harry: Iím Harry Godfather.
Joe: My fairy godfather?
Harry: Hey, watch it, Bub. The nameís Harry, Harry Godfather.
Lisa: Really? Youíre a real godfather?
Harry: How many people do you know who walk around with wings? (Turns
to display wings.)
Joe: None, until now.
Harry: Ok, so whatís your wish?
Lisa: One wish? Thatís all?
Harry: Thatís all.
Joe: What happened to the traditional 3 wishes?
Harry: Budget cutbacks. Now, are you going to make a wish or
Joe: Yes, yes. Of course, Iím going to make a wish!
Harry: Well, letís get on with it. Iím going to the game tonight
so I donít have much time.
Lisa: Joe, how about a new car?
Harry: What color?
Joe: No, wait. I didnít wish yet. Weíre just thinking out
Harry: Could you think a little faster, Bub?
Lisa: How about a new house?
Harry: What neighborhood?
Joe: No, no. Thatís not my wish. Wait a second.
Harry: Come on, come on.
Joe: Iíve got it! I wish for my salary to be doubled.
Lisa: Yes! Thatís it!
Harry: OK. All I have to do is wave my magic wrench andÖ
Joe: Magic wrench?
Harry: You were expecting a magic wand?
Lisa: Well, yeah!
Harry: Forget it! Now I have to say the magic word: Craftsman.
Harry: Hey, Bub, do I tell you how to do your job?
Joe: Well, noÖ
Harry: Ok your wish is granted. Your next paycheck and every
one thereafter will be doubled.
Joe& Lisa: Great! Thank you so much.
Harry: Now for the fine print.
Joe: Fine print?
Harry: There are a couple of conditions. First of all, you cannot
call on me again for at least 5 years. Second, you and your wife
are not allowed to have any chocolate for 24 hours, starting now.
Joe: No problem. We can do that.
Lisa: No problem at all!
Harry: Great. See you around, Bub.
Joe: Thanks, Harry. (Harry exits.)
Lisa: Yes, thank you, Harry. Letís get this candy out of sight!
(Joe gets a plastic bag and starts to dump all the chocolate from candy
dishes around the room into the bag.)
Joe: This is great! Our money troubles are over!
Lisa: I canít believe it! Itís like a dream come true!
Joe: Iíll say! What are you going to do now?
Lisa: Iím going up to bed so tomorrow can come sooner.
Joe: Me, too. I just have to get the paper. I left it in
the car. Iíll be right up.
(Both exit. Both attempt to sneak back in.)
Lisa: Just one little bite. Heíll never know!
Joe: Ok. Quick. (He digs into the bag and they both eat
some chocolate.) Mmm.
Lisa: Oh, itís so good!
(Harry jumps back into the room.)
Harry: Aha! Caught in the act! I win!
Joe: Win what?
Harry: I had a side bet with Bo Peep. I bet her that you
two wouldnít last one hour without eating some chocolate.
Lisa: How did you know weíd eat some?
Harry: Simple. Those bills?
Joe: What about the bills?
Harry: If you had any self-control you wouldnít have all those bills.
(Lisa and Joe shrug to each other and take some more candy.)
© Joanne Miller, all rights reserved
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