Lord_Iggy said:
Thy wish is my command!
THE MISFITS' WAR
ACT I
Scene 1.
(
A huge chair is standing on a patch of sand. Birds are pecking at the sand for no apparent reason. One hears the fluttering of wings.)
The Chaos Throne: Hear me, Lord of Abyssinia! I command your birds to bring you word that I desire a meeting with you!
The Chaos Throne: I said hear me! (the birds flutter off, spooked by the great voice. The Chaos Throne disappears in a puff of multicolored sand, then reappears as a striped green sofa.) I feel your presence, why will you not hear me!
(There is distant rumbling. A large boulder rolls onto the scene.)
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: (appearing on top of the boulder) Who's making all this noise?
The Chaos Throne: I desire... wait, you command the birds of the air, why are you rolling around on a huge stone?
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: It's a Rock.
(embarrassing silence)
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: I want to invade Mali.
The Chaos Throne: I know of no such place. Let us invade Karthage.
(Menelik flaps his arms, and the Rock carries him up into the sky.)
The Chaos Throne: I appear to be stuck.
Scene 2.
(The sofa from the previous scene is this time standing on the left in a richly decorated room, obviously a palace. A man enters from the left and touches the sofa)
Elgovian: (touching the sofa) This magical artifact compels me! I hear it speaking in my mind! I am to go to the Lord of Clean and beg him to help us!
The Lord In Green: (entering from stage right) I bear good news. The terrible Ghashenfrantuzlades have been subdued, and today one of our Master Ingroapnicators was able to summon a... yes, do you have something to say?
Elgovian: (cowering on floor) Yes! This terrible chair is trying to take over my mind!
The Lord In Green: Oh, that. It's nothing. What did it say?
Elgovian: (holding hands to head) It asks your aid in attacking Karthage and promises you a library of some sort.
The Lord In Green: Excellent. Now sit down on the Chaos Sofa so I can talk to it, or else I'll send a Horrible Murkanderinderosa after you.
Elgovian: NOOO!! (runs off stage)
Scene 3.
(
The stage resembles a towering mountain fortress. A huge map of the Mediterranean is the backdrop. A number of stark chairs are scattered about the empty stone room.)
Meremmor: (enters, sits down) Toodle pip everyone, you all have a jolly good time now, y'hear me?
Meremmor: I hear footsteps! They are excessively slow and plodding. It must be that excuse for a for a leader the Hemrites have.
(a man stumbles in, hands held out. His face, like his arms, is alternately white and grey. A gold circlet rests on his brow.)
The Lich King:
Braaaaaaaaaiiinns.
Meremmor: I'm sure you do, help yourself to a glass of wine! Do you have any idea of when Lick will be along?
The Lich King:
Braaaaaaiiiiiins.
(Sound of giant wings from the right. Meremmor and TLK turn their heads)
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: (sitting on a giant bird) Why didn't anyone TELL me that a Roc is a giant bird?!?! I've had boils on my ass so large by now that they've grown their own personal little boils!
The Lich King:
Brains!
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: You're really not helping, you know.
Meremmor: Now, now, old chappies, musn't quarrel like that! Here, Menny, how are you going to get in the window, and where are you going to park that giant bird?
Scene 4
(
The same room, some time later. Assembled are The Lord in Green, The Lich King, Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia, and Grandmaster Meremmor.)
The Lord in Green: As I was saying, Lich King, I received word from the Chaos Throne-
Meremmor: (interrupting, smiling brightly) Sofa, don'chaknow?
The Lord in Green: -the Chaos
Sofa...
The Lich King:
Braaaaaaaaaiiinns.
The Lord in Green: So he told you already, did he? Well, you're probably right on the first count, but with the new breed of Murkanderinderosas...
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: (grumpy, not sitting due to boils) Order! I call the meeting of our cabal to order!
The Lord in Green: (to The Lich King) It was my idea that we be a cabal, you know.
The Lich King: Brains.
Menelik, Lord of Abyssinia: ARE WE INVADING KARTHAGE OR NOT?
(The meeting dissolves in disorder.)