A short One Act Play about Moshi Monsters and one child’s insatiable desire to buy things.
TINK: 8 year old boy wearing a onesie
MUMMY: stunningly beautiful woman of 40 who looks more like she’s in here early 30’s. Although she is still in her dressing gown, her clean face and unkempt hair exaggerate her natural beauty.
SET: A family kitchen that gleams and sparkles with cleanliness, there are no piles of undealt with post, dirty pots or unput away cereal boxes. MUMMY busies herself. A Laptop is open on the kitchen table.
TINK : Mummy can I look for a moshi on your computer?
MUMMY : Yes, but we are not buying anything today.
TINK sits himself at the table in front of the laptop and starts tapping away, MUMMY continues doing her chores.
TINK: Can I show you something mummy on your computer. This is Mini Ben, I really want him.
MUMMY : deep sigh, walks over to laptop and peers at screen : That’s great but like I said we’re not buying anything today. Walks away again
TINK : Gasp of breath, hands up to mouth a look of devastation appears on his face : Mummy mummy, there are only two left in stock.
MUMMY: I’m sure they’ll be there another day.
TINK gets down from chair and comes over to MUMMY
TINK : speaks fast and waves hands around in front of his face : Mummy, I’ve still got two pound left from holidays and I think you still owe me a pound so I’ve got enough for him. It’s my money I can spend it when I want, you can’t stop me.
MUMMY Tries best to remain calm and continues with job : But you don’t have enough for the postage as well.
TINK : Can’t you pay for the postage?
MUMMY turns to face TINK : No. It’s daddy’s birthday next week and all my spare money is for daddy. Now I’m going to get dressed.
MUMMY turns to leave
TINK whining: But mummy.
MUMMY : No… walking away
TINK shouting: But mummyyyyyy….
MUMMY stops and turns: I’m going to get dressed, you coming out in the garden?
TINK turns away sulking and ignoring MUMMY
SET :A pristine master bedroom, no piles of clothes to put away, no tea cups which need removing and no bed sheets that urgently require changing.
MUMMY now dressed is brushing her hair
TINK enters the room, throws himself dramatically on the bed making whinny sobbing noises.
TINK : Mummy I need it I really need it, I doooooooooo- more sobbing
MUMMY : No, Tink I’ve said no and I won’t change my mind.
TINK : angry voice – Why not it’s my money?
MUMMY : Mummy and daddy have decided that like Stig gets too excited playing computer games you get too giddy about shopping and buying things. You’ve had a lot over Christmas and had money to spend whilst we’ve been away now it’s time for a rest from it.
TINK : sobbing –mummy no, no ,no ,no.
TINK Flails around on the bed pretending to cry but is actually inspecting a scrap of paper he’s picked up.
TINK : It’s not fair, I need him, I really need him.
MUMMY : I understand that you are upset about this but the answer is no. Nothing awful will happen if you don’t have it right now.
TINK : It will, it will, I promised someone in school I would have it to swap, I can’t break my promise. You always tell me to keep promises.
MUMMY : No Tink, I’m going outside to help in the garden are you coming.
TINK : No, I’m not helping in the stupid garden, you’re being mean.
More pretend sobbing.
MUMMY leaves muttering
MUMMY : You’ll win an Oscar for that one day.
SET: A beautiful manicured garden, no soggy piles of leaves left from autumn, no overgrown vegetable patch, no unkempt hedges and no pile of chairs and loungers stacked in a corner going rusty.
MUMMY is digging the vegetable patch
TINK yells from off stage
TINK : Mummy, come here mummy.
MUMMY : No Tink if you want to see me put some shoes on and come outside.
TINK appears in his onesie and his wellys.
TINK : Mummy, I’ve solved the problem.
TINK produces a dishevelled gift bag from behind his back. Dips his hand inside and brings out a squished stuffed heart that he made and has been keeping under his bed with a lot of toys and other c**p for at least six months.
TINK : See I found this present that we can give daddy for his birthday. Now you don’t need all your money for daddy’s present you can pay the postage on Mini Ben.
MUMMY : suppressing laughter : That’s very kind of you to give that lovely heart you made too Daddy but the answer is still no.
TINK : I don’t see why, you can afford it, I know you can, you are just being mean, I hate this house and this family,
MUMMY turns to continue digging.
Tink : screams – AAGGRRHHHH – turns and stamps off.
Some minutes pass. MUMMY continues digging.
TINK reappears clutching a tin box with moshi monsters spilling over the top. He has a sad face and seems to be fighting back the tears.
TINK: Mummy has the plastic bin been collected yet?
MUMMY : What?
TINK : The rubbish bin, I’m going to put my moshis in it. – More sobbing
TINK : I’ve let them down, I promised my moshis I would get Mini Ben, I’ve let them down too many times. I can’t keep letting them down. I think it’s best if they go.
MUMMY : You can’t put those in the plastic bin. I really think you should wait before you throw them away. You’ve got so many it would be a shame. This is not going to change my mind and you would lose them all. Anyway those Moshis love you and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Come on take them in, we are going to have lunch soon.
MUMMY continues digging
TINK: But mummy……
TINK stands for a moment starring at MUMMY, sighs and leaves with the Moshis.
MUMMY finishes her digging and starts to tidy away.
TINK : Mummy I think I can get Mini Ben from a swap in school. I totally forgot. I’ve decided I don’t need to buy him because I remembered I don’t need him.
MUMMY : puts arm around TINK : That’s great. Let’s go and have some lunch.
TINK and MUMMY leave.
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