A skit written for a young theatre class about a father and his children's adventure for the legendary Spaghetti Tree. You're welcome for the fabulous pun, by the way!
SCENE 1 (Family Restaurant, Kitchen)
LC: Lights Up
Giraldo is on stage with a big pot of spaghetti resting on a table. He’s stirring and checking it. Could have a sign out, “Giraldo’s Spaghetti Kitchen”.
LC: Door Open/Ringing Bell sound effect (faint)
Giraldo: Hey, Federico, we have more customers coming, do you have the extra noodles yet? (pause) Federico? (pause) FEDERICO!
Federico: Yes, Papa! (runs in from SL. Plops some bags of spaghetti on the table beside the pot)
Giraldo: Is that all? Where’s your sister? (calls) Carlotta?
Carlotta: (comes in from SL) Yes, Papa?
Giraldo: Do we have any more spaghetti?
Carlotta: No, Papa.
Giraldo: You are kidding me! It’s almost lunch hour! Federico!
Giraldo: Please call the local store and see if they have any more spaghetti in stock!
Federico: Alright. (goes to wall phone, starts dialing a number, picks phone up)
Carlotta: What are you going to do if they’re out of pasta, Papa?
Giraldo: Don’t talk crazy talk, you tend to this spaghetti while I go get some more sauce, okay sweetie?
Carlotta: All right.
Federico: Thank you sir. (hangs up the phone) Papa, they’re all out!
Giraldo: All out of spaghetti?
Federico nods. Giraldo sits down, hold his hand to his head.
Giraldo: Mama mia…
Carlotta: What are you thinking, Papa?
Federico: We’re not going to have to shut down the pasta shop early, are we?
Carlotta: There must be other spaghetti shops in Italy!
Giraldo: (grieving) Oh, but none that make noodles the way your mama used tomake them! With dough…
Children: …and amore.
Giraldo: Rest her soul. Well, my children, I think there’s only one thing we can do.
Federico: What’s that?
Giraldo walks over to a bookshelf, takes out an old book and dusts it off
Giraldo: According to ancient legends, deep in the Northern woods, there is a treethat grows spaghetti…
Federico: A tree that grows spaghetti?!
Giraldo: The best spaghetti in the entire world!
Carlotta: Are we going to the Northern woods then, Papa?
Giraldo: Don’t get ahead of me… but yes.
Federico: Wow, I’ve always wanted to go there. When do we leave?