written by: MZ CLARKE
DANCING ACROSS THE MOON
Onstage, Zizadore grabs Albert’s hand and gets in the SmartChairiot.
Zolly, Zibbles and the zunnies jump in as well.
“I have a better idea. Let’s go someplace I’ve always wanted to go–”
She looks on the control panel and sees a new button – Moon Overdrive is flashing. She pushes it.
The SmartChairiot flies across the room through the open door, grazing
Damiana’s hair, leaving a fresh “Z” shape down the middle.
In the midnight sky, the SmartChairiot becomes a rocket going to the moon.
In no time at all it seemed, the SmartChairiot landed on the moon.
Zizadore and Albert get out and start dancing across the moon’s surface… Zibbles and Zolly are playing “Dance Across The Moon” on their instruments.
“This is the best night of my life,” said Albert.
“I wish it could last forever,” sighed Zizadore.
“Me too,” said Albert.
Zizadore can hear a clock striking midnight. She looks down at her leg, panics.
“Oh no. My leg–”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you and I won’t let go.”
But to her own amazement, Zizadore’s leg remains intact. So do Zolly’s wings and Zibbles’ eyes.
On a nearby moonrock, Zack’s face appears glowing.. Zizadore sees him.
“Your magic has surpassed mine and time itself,” said Zack. “Happy Thirteenth Birthday, dearest Zizadore. You have made us all proud today and every day. We love you!!”
“I love you too…”
It’s clear Albert can’t see Zack and thinks she’s responding to him.
“You can read my thoughts too?”
“Yes”, said Zizadore, “Yes, I can.”
In the cathedral, not too long after Zizadore’s birthday, Zizadore is being crowned by the Bishop, handing her The Sword of Justice.
“Queen Zizadore of Zancerwell!”
The citizens cheer
Zizadore addresses the crowd.
“May we all live long and well, in magic and wonder forever. I vow to continue the legacy of my father and my mother, for the young and old, that
kindness will always be counted as gold!”
Albert, Zibbles, and Zolly are sitting next to Zelda, Zack, and Grandma Zizi, wiping tears from their eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Royal Dungeon,
Demonia and Damiana walk in shackles to their prison beds, exhausted, their clothes and faces streaked with flour.
They moan in pain as they collapse on their beds.
A clock strikes midnight. Zolly arrives with the royal guards.
“Time to make the biscuits!” said Zolly.
“We just made the biscuits!” groan Demonia and Damiana.
“It’s a whole new day. You need to fill the queen’s daily order of thirteen thousand, thirteen hundred and thirteen biscuits to feed every citizen of Zancerwell.”
Demonia and Damiana reluctantly get up from their beds.
A few days later, in the secret laboratory, Zizadore is in royal overalls, working under the SmartChairiot which now has a bigger engine. She sticks her hand out.
“Bottled lightning, please.”
Albert is helping her, handing her bottled lightning.
“What are you working on now?” asked Albert.
“The SmartChairiot 4000.”
“Where will this one take us?”
“How would you like to have a picnic on Neptune?! “
“It’s too cold and windy on Neptune for a picnic. Not to mention it’s one of the gassiest planets–”
Zibbles, Zolly, and the zunnies laugh.
“Good point,” said Zizadore. “Then how about a snow wind surfing party flying in winds of over twelve hundred miles per hour?!”
Zizadore studies the SmartChairiot 4000.
“It still needs a lot more work or magic or both. I’ll add a sail and a giant snowboard on the bottom–”
Zolly, Zibbles and the zunnies jump in the SmartChairiot 4000, as Zibbles is pretending to drive while Albert smiles.
“Hang on to your wigs and wunderbeast sandwiches,” said Zibbles. “We’re
going on the ride of our lives!”
About Latest Posts Marie Scampini/MZ ClarkeMarie Scampini is a published poet, playwright, screenwriter and short story writer.Marie Scampini aka MZ Clarke writes poetical fiction, poetry, horror and scifi, currently writing the 'Rebelectric Zombie' series as a TV pilot entitled 'Flying Dead', and 'Zizadore' as a screenplay. Latest posts by Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke (see all) ZIZADORE XIII - August 30, 2019 ZIZADORE XII - July 18, 2019 ZIZADORE XI - June 1, 2019