Scene Six
In one, against a black curtain we are behind enemy lines in China. The very formidable WAR LORD enters looking much like Warner Oland. He is dressed in ceremonial garb, and he is in a rotten mood. CHANG and WANG follow at his heels.
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WAR LORD
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(The curtains part on a dark stage. A single spotlight illuminates JOHNNY GLISSANDO. He is 50% Gary Cooper, 30% Clark Gable, 10% Errol Flynn and 10% all the other macho heroes of films of the 30s. In other words, he's magnificent! He can also dance. He'd better dance, because this is the big ballet of the show. As the lights come up, we are on a bare stage with the backdrop representing the Chinese countryside. Downstage left is the tail end of a flimsy biplane. JOHNNY is smoking a cigarette. Before he knows it, he is attacked by an ENTIRE BAND of CHINESE GUERILLAS, a GORILLA and a BOA-CONSTRICTOR, all of whom he fights off with his fists, his feet and his ingenuity. The lights change and sunset comes. HE is still fighting. Then night falls. GIRLS emerge---girls of all nationalities. HE makes love to each and every one of them. Then the GUERILLAS, the GORILLA and the BOA-CONSTRICTOR strike again. HE fights them off, still making love. Morning dawns. As the ballet ends, HE is in the same position as when he began, casually smoking another cigarette. Onto the stage comes his sidekick, SAMOAN SAM, a chunky little Polynesian.)
JOHNNY
SAM
JOHNNY
SAM
JOHNNY
SAM
(WAR LORD marches on, followed by CHANG and WANG.)
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WAR LORD
JOHNNY
(WAR LORD reluctantly pulls out a bag of money. JOHNNY counts it, then places it in a pouch around his neck.)
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WAR LORD
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SAM
(JOHNNY gets into the cockpit; SAM retreats offstage to rev up the propeller.)
WAR LORD
CHANG
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CHANG & WANG
The wings are flimsy
And the tires are flat,
You can't send a kid up
In a crate like that.The engine sputters
And the pistons miss---
You can't send a kid up
In a crate like this.It may not seem to matter much
But it will matter more
If you should see them splatter much
Along the Chinese shore.The cockpit should be
Where those holes are at;
You can't send a kid up
In a crate like that.
Oh, no!
You can't send a kid up
In a crate like that.
(WAR LORD ignores them as we see the tail of the plane begin to move and SAM hop into the cockpit behind Johnny's. As CHANG and WANG sing the second chorus, a tiny replica of the plane flies high across the stage with little models of Johnny and Sam.)
(The miniature plane careens dizzily above their heads.)The gas tank's leaking
And there's too much weight---
You can't send a kid up
In a canvas crate.The rudder's rotting
And the joystick sticks---
They're both insane,
They must be lunatics!They're up, but soon they'll scoot right down---
It isn't very cute
To try to parachute right down
Without a parachute.To fly that thing
Requires an acrobat,
You can't send a kid up
In a crate like that.
Oh, no!
You can't send a kid up
In a crate like that!
BLACKOUT