Act Four, Part Three

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SCENE 26- THE SHARK'S STOMACH

MILDRED- What? Where are we?

SHARK- You see, Mildred, the funny thing about us sharks is that we don't have pinkies! We have fins!

MILDRED- Ah! Darn your magical wits!

SHARK- You know what? It's hard being a shark, okay Mildred? Everybody hates you just because of some high-grossing Hollywood flick!

FATHER- Oh, man! I thought my belly days were over. Once in a stomach, always in a stomach, I guess. Come on, there's some undigested salmon over here. We may be able to make a hole if we push really hard.

MILDRED- What's the point?

FATHER- Excuse me?

MILDRED- I said what's the point? Obviously, somebody wants me to have a terrible life no matter what. In the past three years of my life, nothing good has ever happened! Everything always stinks for me.

BROTHER- Mildred! Don't talk like that. You know it's hard to understand you when you mumble.

FATHER- Mildred. Look at me. We are going to be okay. We always are. Heck, brother ate me and I survived!

BROTHER- And he didn't taste half bad. Could use more salt, though.

FATHER- My point is, no matter what happens to you in life, you've got to keep trying. And no matter how many times life has you get eaten, you must always find a way to get regurgitated. Always.

MILDRED- Thanks, guys. I feel much better now. Now, let's get out of this shark's belly!

OLD MILDRED- We didn't get out. We lived in there for three years, surviving off whatever the shark forgot to chew. It was a pitiful life, but it was better than no life at all. Three years late, I was thirteen. Six years older than when I set off on that remarkable journey. But, it still wasn't at an end. One more surprise was in store for the Bigsby clan.

MILDRED- Alright. What's on the menu today?

FATHER- Some beautiful undigested trout!

BROTHER- Oooh! Undigested trout is my favorite! Father, pass the undigested salt and undigested pepper, please.

MILDRED- And I'll take some undigested cloves.

FATHER- I thought you were allergic.

MILDRED- Only when they're digested.

FATHER- Oh, of course.

MILDRED- Hey, big guy. Could you swallow a tablecloth for us, if you don't mind?

(Tablecloth is thrown down)

MILDRED- Thanks a million!

(Everybody shakes)

BROTHER- What was that? Something just shook.

MILDRED- I don't know.

(Hook is thrown in)

MILDRED- Father, look! A giant hook!

BROTHER- Mildred's a poet and she didn't even know it!

MILDRED- No, guys, I'm serious! I think somebody actually caught the shark!

FATHER- Wait. Then that means that we can get out! Come on!

(The three scramble out to find REGAN standing there)

REGAN- Boo.

MILDRED- Regan!?

REGAN- Surprise surprise, loser. Ha!

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