The Great Apple Slice Escape

by Lois Walker

Characters: (11+)  Narrator 1     Narrator 2     Narrator 3     Narrator 4     Narrator 5
                   Narrator 6     Narrator 7     Narrator 8     Grandma        Apples (2 or more)

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Narrator 1:  Early one morning a sweet little grandmother decided to make an apple pie.

GRANDMA:    "My grandchildren are coming to visit.  I want to serve a special treat!"

Narrator 2:  So the sweet little grandmother prepared two pie crusts.  Then she found her apple
             basket on the back porch.

Narrator 3:  The basket was filled to the brim with many different kinds of apples.

Narrator 4:  The sweet little grandmother picked out

Narrator 5:  the big apples.

Narrator 6:  She picked out

Narrator 7:  the red apples.

Narrator 8:  She picked out

Narrator 1:  the juicy apples.

Narrator 2:  Soon the sweet little grandmother had five perfect apples.  She had

Narrator 3:  one Northern Spy apple,

Narrator 4:  one Spartan apple,

Narrator 5:  one McIntosh apple,

Narrator 6:  one Red Delicious apple,

Narrator 7:  and one Idared apple.

Narrator 8:  The sweet little grandmother placed the apples upon her kitchen cutting board and 
             sliced them into neat little slices.  Then she placed the neat little slices into 
             a pan lined with pie crust.
 
Narrator 1:  She mixed the slices with sugar.
 
Narrator 2:  She sprinkled the slices with cinnamon.

Narrator 3:  She dotted the slices with butter.

Narrator 4:  The sweet little grandmother covered the neat little slices with the other pie 
             crust and sealed the edges.  Then she took her slicing knife and cut a large 
             letter A into the tip top of the pie.

Narrator 5:  The letter A stood for APPLE!,

Narrator 6:  one Northern Spy apple,

Narrator 7:  one Spartan apple,

Narrator 8:  one McIntosh apple,

Narrator 1:  one Red Delicious apple,

Narrator 2:  and one Idared apple.

Narrator 3:  The sweet little grandmother sat down to wait for her oven to heat.  Little did 
             she know that at that very moment the apple slices inside her pie were planning a
             daring escape.

Narrator 4:  They had no intention of being baked in a pie and served to somebody's 
             grandchildren.

Narrator 5:  The apple slices called a quick meeting.

Narrator 6:  It was decided that the Northern Spy slices would get the first chance to find a 
             way out of the pie.

Narrator 7:  Then all the apples joined together and began to chant:
 
ALL apples:  Northern Spy, Northern Spy, Escape, escape, From the pie!

Narrator 8:  And it wasn't too long before a Northern Spy found that letter A opening in the
             tip top of the pie and cried,

All apples: "Whee!  We're free!"

Narrator 1:  All of the Northern Spy slices followed close behind.

Narrator 2:  They jumped upon the cutting board.  They screamed and shouted, yelled and roared.

Narrator 3:  But the sweet little grandmother would have none of it.  She eyed them sternly and
             said,

GRANDMA:    "One rotten apple spoils the bunch. Get back into that pie, at once!"

Narrator 4:  And since the Northern Spy slices weren't used to being talked to in such a way, 
             they jumped back into the pie without thinking twice.

Narrator 5:  Once inside the pie, another quick meeting was called.  It was decided that the
             Spartan slices would be the next to try.

Narrator 6:  They vowed to fight their way through the kitchen no matter what the sweet little
             grandmother had to say.

Narrator 7:  Then all the apples joined together and began to chant:

ALL apples:  Spartan, Spartan,  Now unite!   Spartan, Spartan    Fight! Fight! Fight!

Narrator 8:  And it wasn't too long before the Spartans found that letter A opening in the tip 
             top of the pie and cried,

All apples: "Whee!  We're free!"

Narrator 1:  They jumped upon the cutting board. They screamed and shouted, yelled and roared.

Narrator 2:  Some fell upon the kitchen floor. And bounded for the kitchen door.

Narrator 3:  But the sweet little grandmother would have none  of it.  She placed her hands 
             firmly upon her hips and said,

GRANDMA:    "You are not the apples of my eye.So jump right back into that pie!"

Narrator 4:  And since the Spartan slices weren't used to being talked to in such a way, they
             jumped back into the pie without thinking twice.
 
Narrator 5:  Inside the pie, a third hasty meeting was called.  All the apples were getting 
             mighty worried.

Narrator 6:  The McIntosh slices decided to make a run for it.  They headed off toward the top
             of the pie.

Narrator 7:  Then all the apples joined together and began to chant:

ALL apples:  Worried apples,   McIntosh!       Run, run,   By gosh, by gosh!

Narrator 8:  And it wasn't too long before the McIntosh slices reached that letter A opening in
             the tip top of the pie and cried,

All apples: "Whee!  We're free!"

Narrator 1:  They jumped upon the cutting board. They screamed and shouted, yelled and roared.

Narrator 2:  Some jumped upon the kitchen floor. And bounded for the kitchen door.

Narrator 3:  Some sighed, "We've finally got our wish!"  Some fell into the doggie's dish.

Narrator 4:  But the sweet little grandmother would have none of it. She got down on her hands 
             and knees, scooped up the McIntosh slices and said,

GRANDMA:    "Don't upset my apple cart!  Now back in the pan!  Do your part!"

Narrator 5:  And since the McIntosh slices weren't used to being talked to in such a way, they 
             jumped back into the pie without thinking twice.

Narrator 6:  Now the Red Delicious slices had been waiting much too long inside that pie and 
             were starting to panic.

Narrator 7:  Suddenly and without warning, one of the slices charged wildly upward. The 
             remaining Red Delicious slices followed.

Narrator 8:  Then all the apples joined together and began to chant:

ALL apples:  Oval apples So nutritious. Charge! Charge! Red Delicious.

Narrator 1:  And it wasn't too long before those slices reached that letter A opening in the 
             tip top of the pie and cried,

All apples: "Whee!  We're free!"

Narrator 2:  They jumped upon the cutting board. They screamed and shouted, yelled and roared.

Narrator 3:  Some jumped upon the kitchen floor. And bounded for the kitchen door.

Narrator 4:  Some sighed, "We've finally got our wish!"  Some fell into the doggie's dish.

Narrator 5:  Some stumbled out beyond the brink And fell into the kitchen sink.

Narrator 6:  But the sweet little grandmother would have none of it.  She stomped her foot and 
             said,

GRANDMA:    "If you won't let me be the boss,  I'll turn you into apple sauce!"

Narrator 7:  And since the Red Delicious slices weren't used to being talked to in such a way, 
             they jumped back into the pie without thinking twice.

Narrator 8:  All the slices regrouped inside the pie.  One last quick meeting was held.

Narrator 1:  It was decided that the Idareds, who had been patiently waiting their turn, should
             lead one last escape attempt.

Narrator 2:  Then all the apples joined together and began to  chant:

ALL apples:  Idareds!  One last try.  Lead us, lead us,   From this pie!

Narrator 3:  Then all the slices began to scramble, helter skelter, toward the top.  And it 
             wasn't too long before they all found that letter A in the tip top of the pie and
             cried,

Narrator 4: "Whee!  We're free!"

Narrator 5:  But this time the sweet little grandmother was overwhelmed.  There were just too 
             many slices and they were all over the place!

Narrator 6:  They jumped upon the cutting board. They screamed and shouted, yelled and roared.

Narrator 7:  Some jumped upon the kitchen floor.  And bounded for the kitchen door.

Narrator 8:  Some sighed, "We've finally got our wish!"  Some fell into the doggie's dish.

Narrator 1:  Some stumbled out beyond the brink. And fell into the kitchen sink.

Narrator 2:  But when the chaos died and cleared, Each apple slice had disappeared!

Narrator 3:  The sweet little grandmother searched for those slices. She looked high and low, 
             but there wasn't

Narrator 4:  a Northern Spy

Narrator 5:  a Spartan

Narrator 6:  a McIntosh

Narrator 7:  a Red Delicious

Narrator 8:  or an Idared

Narrator 1:  to be found anywhere.  And when the sweet little grandmother's grandchildren 
             finally came to call,

Narrator 2:  Each found a fork

Narrator 3:  And found a plate.

Narrator 4:  Then each grandchild

Narrator 5:  Sat down to take

Narrator 6:  A fresh baked slice of simply great

Narrator 7:  Ooey, gooey

ALL:         CHOCOLATE CAKE!

 

THE END