Parts (6): Narrator 1 Narrator 2 Narrator 3 Boy Conductor Gang <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Narrator 1: Once upon a time a little boy was having no fun and having no joy. Narrator 2: He was lonely. Narrator 3: He tried to have a dog; he tried to have a cat, But his mother wouldn't hear of that. Narrator 2: They bring dirt into the house, she said. Narrator 1: So the little boy at school and at home, always, always played alone. Until one day looking up to the sky he saw something flying high. Boy: A red balloon! Narrator 1: The streets of Paris brightened that day. Narrator 2: And the little boy could laugh and play. Narrator 3: He'd found a friend. Boy: Guess I'll take my little red balloon to school. Narrator 1: But school was so very far he had to take it on the street car. Narrator 2: And the conductor said: Conductor: "No dogs, no large packages and no balloons." Narrator 2: He was mean. Boy: Guess I'll walk and take my time, this balloon is a friend of mine. But I mustn't be late or they'll lock the gate And then I'll be in trouble with my teacher. Narrator 1: The little boy marched on down the street And the balloon soon took up the beat. Narrator 2: Following right behind the boy. Narrator 1: A gang of boys saw the balloon following the boy and he wasn't even holding it on a string. Narrator 2: It was a strange sight all right! Gang: We could take that balloon and teach it tricks! Oh, no! Let's break it with rocks or sticks! Boy: (Speaking to the balloon) Come here! Narrator 1: The boy said. Narrator 2: And he grabbed and held on tight to the string. Narrator 3: And suddenly the gang came from all directions and the boy ran to give his friend the balloon some protection. Narrator 2: But the gang kept coming and the rock thrown first was the one that made the red balloon burst. Boy: (To balloon) Don't die! Don't leave! Don't go anywhere! I'll try to get you some more air. Gang: We got him! Narrator 1: And do you know what happened? Narrator 2: All the balloons in Paris that day Loosened their strings and flew away. Narrator 3: And they formed a line way up in the sky And the little boy cried and asked: Boy: "Why? That red balloon was my friend." Narrator 1: But the ending is happy, The ending is bright. Narrator 2: All the balloons in the sky Came to the boy's house that night Narrator 3: To greet him in the morning.