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The transcript of Setting a President
Transcript[]
Act 1[]
Foster's Kitchen[]
(At Foster's kitchen where Mr. Herriman is making Billy the Squid, Hootin' Andy, Two Head Fred, The Unknown Friend and Frankie do the work, sorting in the alphabetical order while he is drinking tea)
Mr. Herriman: And remember, in a proper house, we must sort our trash alphabetically. We don't want leave our garbage collector with our bad impression, do we?
Frankie: We? I don't see you doing it.
Mr. Herriman: I'm delegating, that's what a good leader does. Not that you would know anything about that, now would you, Miss Francis?
Frankie: I got something you can delegate.
Mr. Herriman: What was that, Miss Francis?
Frankie: Nothing, Nothing.
(Billy the Squid was hard at work)
Billy the Squid: Mr. Herriman, can I have a little break?
Mr. Herriman: For goodness sake, Billy the Squid, you just have one five hours ago. (Hootin Andy yawns) Oh, I'm sorry if we're boring you, Hootin Andy. Perhaps if you pick up the pace, you would finish in time to take a nap. (Two Head Fred are hard at work, but one of their necks is hurt) As usual, I see you're only putting half the effort of the others, Two Head Fred. Difficult. (Frankie was about put banana peel in the B pile, but Mr. Herriman) Wrong pile.
Frankie: That's the B pile for banana.
Mr. Herriman: Yes, but it belongs to the p pile for peeled banana. Use your head, child.
Frankie: I am not a child.
Mr. Herriman: That may be, but nor are you the president of this house. That distinction belong solely to me, so until you're president, I suggest obeying your orders and alphabetizing your trash in a proper pile and outline in the house rule book.
Frankie: Here's what I think of your rulebook.
Mr. Herriman: That belongs to H, the house rulebook, Miss Francis.
Frankie: It's so unfair!
Billy the Squid: I'll say. All these endless chores had my arms sore.
Hootin' Andy: (hoots) Who does he think he is? His bedtime rules had me awake when I should (yawning) going to sleep.
Two Head Fred: You got it easy. He won't even give us an extra pillow. His neck is killing me.
Frankie: He's an unfair, uncaring, unappreciative slave driver!
The Unknown Friend: Sounds like the rabbit got you hopping mad.
Frankie: Yeah, but not for long. Soon, oh, yes, very soon, things will be different around here.
Foster's Dining room[]
Mr. Herriman: Attention, please attention. Thank you. I like to make an announcement. One week from today, we will hosting the elections for the office of house president. The elections are truly only formality, for I assume, as always, I will be the only one running. After all, I'm only on qualifying for the position. So, next Tuesday, please simply my name, and...
Frankie: Not so fast, rabbit. I'm throwing my hat into a ring, too!
Eduardo: She doesn't even wear a hat.
Mr. Herriman: What?
Frankie: That's right.
Mr. Herriman:
Frankie:
Mr. Herriman:
Frankie:
Mr. Herriman:
Bloo:
Frankie:
Mr. Herriman:
Bloo:
Three Candidates[]
Frankie:
Foster News[]
Act 2[]
Campaign Speech[]
Mac: We're back from these commercials
Frankie:
Mac:
Mr. Herriman:
Mac:
Bloo:
Mr. Herriman:
Mr. Herriman makes a deal with Bloo[]
Mr. Herriman:
False Rumors about Frankie[]
Frankie: Listen up everybody Mr. Herriman and Bloo have brainwashed you for thinking of some horrible person, but don't listen to them. I've taken care of you for years and you all know me; the real me; not the me they've portrayed in those commercials and admittedly catchy songs. I've spent my entire life dedicated to this house. I haven't become an evil, dumb bank-robbing person raised by pigs, no matter what they say, none of it is true. So, friends of Foster's, you have to ask yourself, who do you want to believe, the ones who make up lies to get your vote, or me, the person who listens to you and speaks from the heart and who truly cares about this big, crazy house of ours. All I ask is that you consider the truth and look deep within your souls and vote for who you truly think will take care of Foster's the best. Thank you.
Mr. Herriman: Frankie's a doodoo head.