• The Emperor's New Clothes

Synopsis:
Based on the Hans Christian Anderson fairytale, this delightful panto follows the misadventures of clothes-obsessed Emperor Fancypants and his desire to own the world's most wonderful suit. Unfortunately he is conned into purchasing an invisible suit by two small-time conmen called Nip and Tuck. And nobody including his Valet Patch, will tell him the truth for fear of being seen as idiots and losing their jobs. The Emperor is over-spending and the Chancellor, Sir Borassic, decides that the only way to save the kingdom from bankruptcy is for Prince Jack to marry a rich heiress. The Emperor agrees and two rich heiresses Valium Crock-Pot and Prozac Pampers, are invited to vie for the Prince's affection. He is not interested in them, but in a poor orphan dressmaker called Taffeta instead. The Heiresses eventually decide to stop fighting over the Prince and share him instead. When the Emperor informs them that this is impossible, they procure a potion from Witch Thimble and get the Emperor to drink it in order to make him change the marriage laws, so that they can both marry the Prince. But with the help of Fairy Fabric, Taffeta and Jack are eventually married. But the Heiresses also get what they most desire, the title of Princess. The Emperor’s eyes are finally opened by an innocent child and Nip and Tuck are brought to boot as they attempt to flee with the Emperor’s gold. A wonderful UV scene is set in Witch Thimble's Magical Emprorium. Lots of little cameo roles for Chorus and Children

Roles:
11 principals (although Witch Thimble has only one big scene in Act 2, she could double-up as the Old Woman and also join in some scenes) also includes several small cameo speaking roles and a Dog.

Runtime:
All of our scripts have a runtime of approx 120 minutes, assuming that you use the full number of suggested musical numbers and not including any interval. But this is very dependent on your own production and can be edited by yourselves to suit.

Music:
All of our pantomimes come with a full, suggested songs and music cues and SFX list.

Style:
Traditional British pantomime, incorporating visual comedy, slapstick and audience participation.

 




Characters
Emperor Fancypants
Sir Borassic
Patch
Taffeta
Valium Crock-Pot
Prozac Pampers
Prince Jack
Nip
Tuck
Fairy Fabric
Witch Thimble
Stitch (a Dog)

Chorus/Minor roles
Factory Workers
Royal Dressers
Court Jester
Old Woman
Royal Page
Female Shoppers
Town Crier
Citizens (including child with 2 lines)


Prologue


Fairy Fabric enters (SR) singing.

Fairy
#’Cos we are living in a material world and I am a material girl…# Hello boys and girls! I’m Fairy Fabric and I’m here to help a young orphan girl, called Taffeta. Several years ago, a terrible accident claimed both her parents and she was left all alone, with only her pet dog for company. (elicit sympathy) Luckily, she knew how to weave cloth and make clothes and this enabled her to survive. But recently things have taken a bit of a downturn, and now she’s struggling to keep going. So, I'm here to see how I can help. Now let’s start the show and see what happens. (exits SR) 

Blackout - cloth/tabs out - lights up.


Scene One

The Town Square - Market Day


Music cue 1: Townsfolk. After song ends….All wander off. Some man the stalls and others become customers.

Patch runs on (SR)

Patch
(to audience) Hiya boys and girls! My name's Patch, and I'm the valet for Emperor Fancypants. And his name suits him, because he's obsessed with clothes. He goes through more outfits in a day, than a super-model at a fashion show. I did apply to be the royal jester, but that job went to Julian Clary...(or other camp comedian) I'd even got my own catchphrase. Would you like to hear it? (audience respond) My catchphrase was...'how's it going'? And the response is...'so-so, Patch'. Get it? (mimes sewing actions) 'Sew-sew'? (points to himself) 'Patch'! Let's try it shall we. (exits and re-enters) How's it going? (audience respond) Wonderful! If you respond like that every time I say it, it'll make me feel not so bad about missing out on the jester's job. Now I’m just off for a browse around the stalls. (starts browsing)

Heiresses Valium and Prozac strut on (SL) singing. 

Heiresses
#Come on over to my place. Hey Princey, we’re having a party...# 

Patch
(spots them) Ey-up! It’s the chuckle sisters.

Prozac
(to Patch) What are you all gawping at? Just because we have the bodies and the faces of Greek goddesses, that’s no excuse for staring! 

Valium
He can’t help it, Pro. He’s only human after all. 

Patch
(to audience) I’m not sure I can say the same about them.

Prozac
You’re right, Pro. (to audience) Go on then, feast your eyes on us. 

Heiresses pull sexy poses.

Patch
(to audience) If that’s a feast, I’d rather starve. 

Valium
Allow me to introduce us. I’m Miss Valium Crock-Pot. And this is my BFF, Miss Prozac Pampers.

Prozac
(to audience) It’s hard to believe I haven't been snapped up by some gorgeous hunk, isn’t it? Well it hasn’t been for the lack of offers, I can tell you. 

Valium
It’s true. Every day she offers to marry some random bloke and every day they turn her down. Whereas I’m hoping to marry Prince Jack. 

Patch
(exclaims) Prince Jack!?

Prozac
Yes. Apparently, he’s desperate to get married, so we're perfectly matched. 

Valium
I almost married a Prince once. 

Patch
Really?

Prozac
Yes. But then Kate Middleton turned up and turned his head, using witchcraft or something. Well it must've been, mustn't? I mean, what’s she got that I haven’t? 

Patch
Everything.

Valium
Once Prince Jack sees me, he’ll want to marry me right away.

Prozac
In your dreams! Once he claps eyes on me, he’ll fall head-over-heels in lust and take me straight up the aisle.

Valium
Oh no, he won’t!

Prozac
Oh yes, he will!

Patch
I thought you just said you were best friends forever?

Heiresses
We are!

Patch
But you’re fighting over the same man.

Valium
Yes, but you know what they say. ‘All’s fair in love and war’.

Prozac
And whatever happens, we’ll still be best friends. (to Valium) Won’t we?

Valium
Yes. You can still be my bridesmaid.

Prozac
And you can still carry my train.

Valium
I’d rather throw you under one.

Prozac
(to Patch) She's such a tease. 

Valium
(to Patch) Which way is it to the palace?

Patch
I’ll take you there if you like. 

Prozac
Are you a taxi-driver, then?

Patch
No, I’m the royal valet.  

Valium
You mean you clean all the royal limos?

Patch
I’m not that kind of valet.

Prozac
What kind are you then?

Patch
I go for the Emperor.

Valium
Why? Can’t he go for himself?

Prozac
Most men have that problem when they get a bit too old. 

Patch
No! It means I fetch and carry for him.

Valium
Then hurry up and fetch us to the palace!

Patch
Follow me, ladies. (to audience) I can’t wait to see the Prince’s face when he meets these two. (leads them off SR)

Nip and Tuck enter (SL) Tuck carries a large sack.

Tuck
Now don’t forget Nip. You distract the stallholders with some witty banter, while I sneak as much stuff into this sack as possible.

Nip
Right’o, Tuck. What sort of stuff will you be nicking then?

Tuck
All sorts.

Nip
Oh, they’re my favourite.  I bagsy the pink ones.

Tuck
I don’t mean Liquorice Allsorts! I mean all sorts of goodies. 

Nip 
Well try and nick me a nice ladies handbag.

Tuck
What do you want with a ladies’ handbag? ‘Ere, you’re not turning funny, are you?

Nip
No! It’s mum’s birthday tomorrow and I promised we’d buy her a prezzie.

Tuck
But we’re not buying it, are we? We’re nicking it.

Nip
I know. Mum will be so proud of us. She spent years teaching us how to nick stuff. 

Tuck
Yeah. Pity she got herself caught though. (to audience) How did it happen again?

Nip
She was painting a wall and ran out of red paint. So, she broke into B&Q to nick some more. But the lid came off one of the tins and she got caught red-handed. 

Tuck
We’ll start at that end stall and work our way along.

They move to the stall at the end and during the following, can be seen distracting the Stallholders and stealing stuff.

Taffeta and Stitch enter (SL) Taffeta carries a basket containing fabrics.

Taffeta
Well Stitch, here we are at the market. I only hope we sell something today, otherwise we’ll go hungry tonight. It’s been hard since mum and dad died, but at least I’ve got you to keep me company. (Stitch snuggles against her) And we get by, don’t we?  (Stitch nods) I’ll just have to keep going and hope that things get better. (lights dim to blackout and spotlight comes up on Taffeta. Everybody else remains still during the song. Music cue 2: Taffeta. After song 
ends…Lights return to normal and everybody acts as before) Now let’s get cracking and try selling some cloth, Stitch. (calling) Cloth for sale! Get your cloth here! The finest fabric in the whole kingdom! 

Stitch joins in by yelping and two female Shoppers move to them.

Shopper 1
What a lovely little doggie.

Stitch picks up some cloth and presents it to the Shoppers.

Shopper 2
Ah, look. He’s trying to sell us some cloth.

Shopper 1
How cute is that!

Stitch suddenly drops the cloth, holds his tummy and whines pitifully.

Shopper 2
(to Taffeta) I think your little doggie’s hungry.

Stitch nods and whines even more.

Shopper 1
(to Taffeta) Don’t you have anything to feed him?

Taffeta
I’m afraid not. I haven’t sold any cloth in ages and have no money to buy food.

Shopper 2
We can’t let the poor little doggie go hungry, Mavis.

Shopper 1
You’re right Madge. (to Taffeta picking up the fabric) Here, let me buy this fabric. 

Shopper 2
(picking up the remaining fabric from the basket) And I’ll take the rest.

Taffeta
Oh, thank you! Thank you both! 

Stitch also thanks the Shoppers by shaking their hands.

Taffeta
And Stitch thanks you too.

Shoppers
That’s so sweet!

Shoppers turn and exit with the fabric.

Taffeta
Now that we have money Stitch, we can buy food. (thinks) Hang on a minute. You had the last of the porridge this morning, so you shouldn’t be hungry yet. Did you put an act on for those two ladies, Stitch?

Stitch looks down cocks his head slightly and looks up, sheepish.

Taffeta
Naughty boy, Stitch. I don’t want to earn money by playing on people’s sympathy.

Stitch hangs his head and scrapes his foot along the floor.

Taffeta
All right, I forgive you this time. But in future, you’ll sit quietly while I try selling stuff.

Stitch brightens up and fusses around her and she pets him affectionately.

Nip and Tuck still move around the stalls looking for stuff to pinch.

The Town Crier enters (SR) and unrolls a scroll.

Town Crier
Hear ye! Hear ye!  Emperor Fancypants wishes to announce, that he is looking for someone to make him a new suit for the royal parade. Only the finest tailors need apply and money is no object. All interested parties should present themselves tomorrow, at the palace.  (rolls up the scroll and exits SR)

Taffeta
This could be just the break I’ve been waiting for, Stitch. (suddenly downbeat) What am I saying? He’ll never take a poor girl like me seriously. Come on Stitch, we’ll go home and forget all about it. At least we’ll eat a good supper tonight. (exits SL)

Tuck pulls Nip downstage.

Tuck
Did you hear that, Nip?

Nip
Yeah, but what's it got to do wiv us?

Tuck
Plenty. Because we're going into the tailoring business

Nip
But we isn’t tailors, bruv. We're conmen.

Tuck
Yes, and this could be the scam of a lifetime for us. 

Nip
You mean, we're gonna con the Emperor?

Tuck
(posh voice) Your majesty, allow me to introduce us. I am Armani De Gucci, clothes designer to the rich and famous. (introducing Nip) And this is my companion, Calvin Versace.

Nip
Cor! Them's posh names, innit?

Tuck
All clothes designers have posh names. 

Nip
But we don’t know nuffink about making clobber. 

Tuck 
I know that and you know that.  But he doesn’t know that, does he? We just make him believe, that we’re the greatest tailors in the world.  

Nip
Do you think we'll manage it?

Tuck
'Course we will. Now let’s go and work on our patter.

Nip
Do what?

Tuck
Patter! Patter! 

Nip
Right’o. (pats a female Chorus Member)

Woman
(to Nip) ‘Ere! What do think you're playing at?

Nip
(pointing to Tuck) He told me to do it! 

Tuck
I didn’t tell you to go around touching old bags!

Woman
How dare you! (takes a rolling-pin out of her bag) 

Nip
What are you gonna do wiv that rolling-pin?

Woman
(raises the rolling-pin) I’m going to flatten your crusts! 

Tuck
Run, Nip!

Music cue 3: They run around stage and off (SL) chased by the Woman.

Blackout - cloth/tabs in - lights up.


Scene Two

Inside Taffeta’s Hovel


Stitch is onstage, lying on the floor next to the table.

Music cue 4: Fairy Fabric enters (SR)

Fairy 
(to audience) Hello again! (Stitch fusses around Fairy Fabric) And hello to you, Stitch. I’ve decided to help your mistress become the Emperor’s new royal tailor. What do you think about that? (Stitch shows his delight) But she’s right, nobody will take a poor peasant girl seriously. So, I’m going to give her something that will knock the Emperor’s socks off and leave him drooling. I’m not going to tell you what it is, but you’ll find out shortly. Here we go then. (to tune of row, row your boat) ‘Sew, sew the royal coat, gently down the seam, Verily, verily, verily, verily, this is Taffeta’s dream’. (waves her wand) There, it’s done. (to Stitch) See you later, Stitch. (exits SR)

Taffeta enters (SL) carrying a roll of fine gossamer fabric.

Taffeta
Something very strange has just happened, Stitch. I was searching around my sewing-room, to see what material I had. When I came across this wonderful fabric. But I don’t remember weaving it. It’s like it suddenly appeared, as if by magic. (Stitch nods) I’m being silly, aren’t I? Magic doesn’t really exist, does it? (Stitch nods) Silly Stitch, you’ll believe anything. (Stitch points to audience) You want me to ask the boys and girls if they believe in magic? (Stitch nods) All right Stitch, if it makes you happy. (to audience) Boys and girls, do any of you believe in magic? (audience respond) It seems they do…well some of them anyway. I’m still not convinced, but I’ll bet even the Emperor would be impressed by its fineness. (Stitch nods) Do you think if I show it to him, he might think I’m good enough to be the Royal Tailor? (Stitch nods) All right Stitch, I’ll do it. Let’s go boy. (exits SL with Stitch)

Music cue 5: Fairy enters (SR)

Fairy 
(to audience) My plan seems to be working. That fabric I’ve given Taffeta, is very special material. That’s because it’s been hand-woven by fairies, from the finest spider’s web silk. Once the Emperor sees it, he’ll be so enraptured by its quality, he’s sure to employ her as the new royal tailor. Or my name isn’t Fairy Fabric. (exits SR)

Blackout - cloth/tabs out - lights up.


Scene Three

The Palace Throne Room 


Music cue 6: Royal maids. After song ends…All exit.


The Emperor enters (SR) in a bad mood. Followed by two Royal Dressers. Dresser 2 carries a large cardboard box containing various items of clothing. 

Emperor
No! No! This just won’t do! (tears off his waistcoat and throws it at the Dressers) I wanted to wear my gold waistcoat today!

Dresser 1
(catches it) I’m terribly sorry your majesty, but we sent it to be cleaned and… 

Emperor
…And what?

Dresser 2
And it came back like this. (produces a gold bar from the box) 

Emperor
A gold bar! What is the meaning of this?

Dresser 1
There was that much real gold in your majesty’s waistcoat, it had to be sent to the goldsmiths to be cleaned. 

Dresser 2
Unfortunately, they misread the instructions and melted it down into a gold bar.

Emperor
I can't wear a gold bar!

Dresser 1
Shall I ask the goldsmith to beat it back into a waistcoat, sire?

Emperor
Don't be ridiculous! I won’t wear recycled clothing! 

Dresser 2
We have a nice blue waistcoat trimmed with gold, sire.  (produces said item from the box) And I must say, the blue sets off your royal eyes a treat.

Dresser 1
Oh yes, to perfection. And the cut…! (kisses fingers to the air)

Emperor
But I wore blue at breakfast, and I simply cannot wear it again today.  Maybe not for the rest of the week.  I have my reputation as the best-dressed monarch, to uphold. 

Dresser 2
I’m sure we’ll come up with something suitable, your majesty.

Emperor
Well hurry up about it then!

Dresser 1
Yes, your majesty.

The Dressers fuss around, picking up and rejecting various silly outfits - clown outfit, camouflage uniform, leather jacket, etc.

Emperor
(losing patience) Forget it! Just hand me my purple waistcoat with the sequin trim.  I might be a bit under-dressed, but I suppose it’ll have to do.

Dressers
Yes, your majesty. (they bring out said waistcoat and put it on him)

Emperor
I have five official functions today and I shall need a sumptuous change of clothes for each one.  My subjects expect me to always look fabulously regal, and I will not disappoint them.

Dresser 2
No sire, of course not. 

Dresser 1
Your majesty must always present a glorious sight for his subject’s eyes.

A Page enters (SL)

Page
Your majesty. The Lord Chancellor Sir Boracic, craves an audience. 

Emperor
(indicating audience) Tell him he can have this one. They all look as though they need a good home. 

Page
He wishes to speak to your majesty on a matter of the utmost urgency.

Emperor
I hope he isn't going to tell me that we've run out of money again. 

Page
It's not for me to speculate, your majesty

Emperor
Oh, very well. Send him in.

Page
Yes, your majesty. (exits SL)

Emperor
(to Dressers) The Chancellor's always complaining about my spending. He doesn't understand the importance of clothes, to somebody in my position. (takes a red and a green cravat from his pocket and tries deciding between them by holding them up to his neck and looking in the mirror)

Chancellor enters (SL)

Chancellor
Your majesty!

Emperor
Lord Chancellor!  And what can I do for you today?

Chancellor
Well you can stop spending the nation’s entire budget on clothes, for starters.  

Emperor
(tetchy) So you’d rather your Emperor went around naked, would you?

Chancellor
Perish the thought, your majesty. But the kingdom is that broke, we’re making the financial crisis look like a storm in a teacup. 

Dresser 1
Then do what the bank of England always does, and print more money.

Chancellor
We tried that, but it led to hyper-inflation and your subjects are revolting.  

Dresser 2
I agree. The peasant's dress sense is pretty awful.

Chancellor
They're revolting because you’ve just spent the kingdom's entire budget on clothes, and we’ve had to close all the schools because we’ve run out of money.

Emperor
And did any of the children complain?

Chancellor
Well no, but…

Emperor
…So where’s the problem? If the treasury needs more money, you’ll just have to raise income tax again.

Chancellor
Your subjects are struggling to pay their taxes as it is. But I’ve given this a great deal of thought, and I think I have the answer.

Emperor
Excellent!  (holding up the cravats) So then, is it the red one or the green one?

Chancellor
No, your majesty! I meant the answer to the royal finances.

Emperor
Quantative easing?

Chancellor
No, that’s just printing money again. 

Emperor
Well then what’s the answer?

Chancellor
We must find a ridiculously rich heiress for your son and heir Prince Jack, to marry.  

Emperor
Oh, yes! There must be plenty of rich social-climbers desperate to marry into royalty, mustn't there?

Chancellor
Indeed, there are. And I've taken the liberty of inviting the two wealthiest eligible heiresses in the kingdom to the palace, to meet the Prince. 

Emperor
Wonderful! Nothing like getting the old matrimonial ball rolling, eh?

Chancellor
I’ll go and find the Prince and send him here at once. And you must convince him to marry one of the heiresses, to save the kingdom from bankruptcy. (exits SR)

Emperor
I'm sure Jack will do as I ask. He wouldn't want to see his father in the poorhouse, without a walk-in-wardrobe to his name. Music cue 7: Emperor and Dressers. After song ends…Dressers exit (SR) with the box.

Prince Jack enters (SL)

Jack
You sent for me father?

Emperor
Yes, Jack. (leads him DS and gestures out) One day son, all this will be yours.

Jack
(confused) What? The...(name of venue)?

Emperor
No! The kingdom! 

Jack
I hope you'll have many more years ruling it, father. 

Emperor
That's what I wanted to talk to you about, son. 

Jack
You're not thinking of abdicating, are you?

Emperor
No, but Right now we’re probably poorer than Greece.

Jack
You mean, we’re broke?

Emperor
Yes, son. And the Chancellor says we can’t print any more money. 

Jack
So what’s the solution, father?

Emperor
You must marry somebody who is obscenely wealthy, right away.

Jack
You're not serious father, surely?

Emperor
Deadly serious, Jack. It's either that or we face a peasant’s revolt.

Jack
But I don’t even have a fiancée, let alone a rich one.

Emperor
Don’t worry, the Chancellor and I have got it all worked out.

Patch enters (SL)

Patch
(to audience) How's it going? (audience respond) Pardon the intrusion your majesty, but the two heiresses have arrived.

Emperor
Excellent! (to Jack) Now listen, Jack. There are two fabulously rich heiresses here, both desperate to marry into royalty. You must choose one of them to marry. Then we can get our hands on their lovely booty. And by that, I mean 'cash'.

Jack
I'm not comfortable with this, father.

Chancellor
Do you want us to live in a carboard palace and sell the Big Issue?

Jack
Of course, not.

Emperor
Good. (to Patch) Bring in the cash-cows…I mean ‘heiresses’. 

Patch
I think you were right the first time. (shouts) Enter the heiresses!

Valium and Prozac sassy on, singing.

Heiresses
#If you want my body, and you think I’m sexy…#

Jack
(shocked by their looks) Oh, my gosh!

Patch
(announcing) Miss Valium Crock-Pot, heiress to a kitchenware empire. And Miss Prozac Pampers, heiress to a babywear empire.

They mistake the Emperor for the Prince and vamp him.

Valium
(to Emperor) Well hello, your lusciousness. I’m Valium.

Emperor
I'm not...

Prozac
(pushing in)...'Impressed' by her? I don't blame you. I’m Prozac and I’m very big in nappies.

Valium
She’s very big in everything.

Prozac
(stroking the Emperor) I always fall for men in fancy clothes you know. 

Valium
(stroking the Emperor) Me too. Especially if they’re a Prince. 

Emperor
(indignant) I’m an Emperor!

Prozac
Even better.

Emperor
I'm not Prince Jack! (indicating the Prince) He, is!

Heiresses  shove the Emperor aside, run over to the Prince and grab an arm each.

Valium
Your luck’s in, Princey. 

Prozac
(to Prince) Forget her, Princey. How do you feel at the prospect of marrying me?

Jack
A bit queasy actually. 

Prozac
My stunning beauty does tend to give men butterflies in the tummy. 

Patch
(to audience) Stomach-cramps more like. 

Valium
Don’t worry Princey. I have the perfect remedy for queasy tummies.

Jack
And what’s that?

Valium
Me! (lifts her leg against him) I have a body that’ll take your mind of anything.

Jack
(horrified) Actually, I’m starting to feel much better.

Valium
You see? It's working already. 

Jack
(to Prozac) How long have you been in nappies, Miss Pampers?

Prozac
Ever since I was born.

Valium
And she still is.

Prozac
At least I know how to pamper a man!

Valium
(to Prince) Marry me and all this...(runs hands down her body)...will be yours.

Prozac
The only problem will be finding a bit that’s real.

Valium
Are you suggesting I’ve had plastic surgery?

Prozac
Put it this way, dear. I’d keep away from hot radiators if I were you.

Heiresses let go of the Prince and square off against each other.

Emperor
(to Prince) Now then, Jack, why don’t you take these two ‘lovely ladies’ on a tour of the palace and get to know them better.

Heiresses
(pulling the Prince in opposite directions) Let’s go, Princey! 

Jack
Heeelp! 

Patch
(to Emperor) If they pull any harder, they’ll be able to make a wish.

Jack
(frees himself) I’m getting out of here! (runs off SR)

Valium 
(to Prozac) Now look what you’ve gone and done! 

Prozac
I’ll catch him!

Valium
I'll catch him first! 

Heiresses
Wait for me, Princey! (they run off after him jostling for position)

Emperor
(to Patch) I wonder which one Jack will end up marrying.

Patch
If they manage to catch him. I doubt there’ll be much of him left to marry. 

Emperor
He’s bound to be nervous on his wedding night.

Patch
If he survives that long. 

Emperor
But I’ll be available to offer him my support.

Patch
He’ll probably need a support afterwards. 

Chancellor re-enters (SR)

Chancellor
The first applicants for the post of royal tailors have started arriving, your majesty. 

Emperor
Wonderful! 

Chancellor
Shall I bring them in?

Emperor
No! I must change first. I’ve been wearing this outfit all morning, so it must almost be out of fashion by now. And I can't be seen wearing unfashionable clothes. (exits SL)

Chancellor
(to Patch) I sometimes wish we had a leader, who didn’t care so much about their appearance. 

Patch
Like Jeremy Corbyn…(or other famously bad-dresser)…you mean. 

Chancellor
Well I wouldn’t go that far. You go and keep the applicants refreshed, while I try and hurry his majesty along. (exits SL)

Patch
(to audience) He’ll be lucky. Negotiating Brexit will probably take less time, than his majesty trying on clothes. (exits SR)

Blackout - cloth/tabs in - lights up.

 

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