MOOD MED, INC.
Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2010
A person wants a doctor to treat a cold and got more treatment than needed.The number and gender of characters can be changed to accommodate available participants. Price is for a master script. Make as many copies as is required for your ensemble.
Duration7 - 9 minutes
- 2 Females, 2 Males
- 4 Males
- 1 Female, 3 Males
- 3 Females, 1 Male
- 4 Females
Product Id: #824
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An excerpt …
(Some optional treatments …)
LABEN: It’s the newest thing in medical treatment, Mr. Ross. Since we have to wait longer and longer to see our doctor, our clinic is offering a free mood therapy.
ROSCOE: Mood therapy?
LABEN: We work on your moods.
ROSCOE: My mood is fine. It’s my nose that’s stopped up.
LABEN: Did you know that most mental conditions go untreated?
ROSCOE: I don’t have a mental condition! I have a runny nose!
LABEN: Anger. Ah, yes. One of the first signs.
ROSCOE: (shouting) I’m not angry. (a pause, then) Well, maybe I am, but I don’t need …
(Not traditional methods.)
ROSCOE: Then I won’t! (quickly exits that room and Kregor exits) (reading the sign again) “Impatience.” You got that right? (looking down the hall) What else is there? (reading a sign) “Sympathy.” Yeh, that’s what I need. (enters)
UPTON: (entering) Ahh … I’m sorry. That’s too bad. Can I help?
ROSCOE: Help what?
UPTON: Oh, that’s terrible! You want a hug? You look like you need a hug. Come here you big Teddy Bear (hugs Laben)
ROSCOE: I didn’t do anything. What are you?
UPTON: Oh, I can just imagine how you feel. Do you drink tea? I can make you a nice cup of tea and you can tell me all about it.
ROSCOE: About what?
UPTON: Oh, now you’re really getting upset, aren’t you?
(After numerous treatments, the patient develops other problems.)
LABEN: (entering as his initial self) Mr. Ross? The doctor will see you now.
ROSCOE: (totally confused now and a bit out of it) What doctor?
LABEN: You came to see the doctor. Something about your nose.
ROSCOE: My nose? What about my nose?
LABEN: You said you had a cold in your nose.
ROSCOE: (nearing the state of a blathering idiot by now) What nose? Do I have a nose? I can’t smell it!
LABEN: (aside to offstage) I need some help out here.
ROSCOE: Don’t call the Fairy Queen! She dents polo ponies! And dragons! Have you seen the dragons?
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