What to do with a collection of beach toys? Write a toy story, of course!
ACT ONE SCENE ONE
Blackpool beach on a calm sunny day
Green Man, angry, snarling, waving his arms.
“Hey you! Over here!”
Little Yellow Blob, sobbing.
“Where am I?”
“Blackpool beach. Washed up, just like me. Been tangled in seaweed for weeks. Couldn’t be in a cooler place than Blackpool. Who’s that over there?”
Little Yellow Blob, not sobbing any more.
“Oh, that’s BEN098 from Alien Force. Saw him surfing the waves the other week. Weird dude. Never has much to say. Pity about his hand. Hammerhead got it.”
“Hi there! I’ve lost my keys. Can I join the party?”
Little Pony, galloping along the sands, shaggy mane blowing in the breeze.
“Neigh! What a journey. Those white horses were a bit fierce during the storm. On my way to Southport. Not a chance! When the tide turns I might make it across the Ribble, or Morecambe, or Isle of Man. Never know where you’ll end up. Anyone want a ride?”
“Ooh yes, please! I’ve always wanted my own little pony.”
“I’m going to hitch a lift in Hot Wheels. So awesomely wicked. I guess it took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.”
Little Yellow Blob
“Hmm – got choices to make. Either on the back of Sid the Driftwood Serpent or Elliman’s Embrocation. I could easily shuffle inside and use my back-end as a bung.”
“What about you BEN08?”
“Here comes my lift.”
Thundering along the beach, Dilly Dinosaur ambles up to the group.
Friends reunited chat about their hopes and dreams.
Will they stick together or go their separate ways?
Da da dah da daaaaaah …….!
END OF ACT ONE