Reader’s Theater Edition #32
Adapted for reader’s theater (or readers theatre) by Aaron Shepard, from Louis Sachar’s book Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Avon, New York, 1985
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Story copyright 1985 Louis Sachar. Script copyright 1993, 2003, 2005 Aaron Shepard. Produced by permission of Avon Books, a division of the Hearst Corporation. Scripts in this series are free and may be copied, shared, and performed for any noncommercial purpose.
PREVIEW: Some say the teachers and students at Wayside School are strange and silly—and so will you!
THEME: Non-horizontal thinking
READER AGES: 8–12
LENGTH: 12 minutes (1/2 + 3 + 4 + 4 + 1/2)
ROLES: Narrators 1–4, Mrs.Jewls, Joe, Bebe, Calvin, Louis
NOTES: Louis Sachar is the author of Holes, a Newbery Medal winner as well as the source of a major film. Other Wayside books by Sachar are Wayside School Gets a Little Stranger and Wayside School Is Falling Down. For best effect, place NARRATORS 1 and 2 at far left, and 3 and 4 at far right, as seen from the audience.
NARRATOR 1:We’re going to tell you about three of the children in Mrs.Jewls’s class, on the thirtieth story of Wayside School.
NARRATOR 4:But before we get to them, there is something you ought to know. Wayside School was accidentally built sideways.
NARRATOR 2:It was supposed to be only one story high, with thirty classrooms all in a row. Instead, it is thirty stories high, with one classroom on each story.
NARRATOR 3:The builder said he was very sorry.
NARRATOR 1:Our first story is about Joe. One day, Mrs.Jewls kept him in from recess.
MRS. JEWLS:Joe, you are going to have to learn to count.
JOE:But, Mrs.Jewls, I already know how to count. Let me go to recess!
MRS. JEWLS:First count to ten.
NARRATOR 4:Joe counted to ten.
JOE:Six, eight, twelve, one, five, two, seven, eleven, three, ten.
MRS. JEWLS:No, Joe, that is wrong.
JOE:No, it isn’t! I counted till I got to ten!
MRS. JEWLS:But you were wrong. I’ll prove it to you.
NARRATOR 2:She put down five pencils.
MRS. JEWLS:How many pencils do we have here, Joe?
NARRATOR 3:Joe counted the pencils.
JOE:Four, six, one, nine, five. There are five pencils, Mrs.Jewls.
MRS. JEWLS:That’s wrong.
JOE:How many pencils are there?
JOE:That’s what I said! May I go to recess now?
MRS. JEWLS:No. You got the right answer, but you counted the wrong way. You were just lucky.
NARRATOR 1:She set down eight potatoes.
MRS. JEWLS:How many potatoes, Joe?
NARRATOR 4:Joe counted the potatoes.
JOE:Seven, five, three, one, two, four, six, eight. There are eight potatoes, Mrs.Jewls.
MRS. JEWLS:No, there are eight.
JOE:But that’s what I said! May I go to recess now?
MRS. JEWLS:No! You got the right answer, but you counted the wrong way again.
NARRATOR 2:She put down three books.
MRS. JEWLS:Count the books, Joe.
NARRATOR 3:Joe counted the books.
JOE:A thousand, a million, three. Three, Mrs.Jewls.
MRS. JEWLS:(bewildered) Correct.
JOE:May I go to recess now?
JOE:May I have a potato?
MRS. JEWLS:No! Listen to me. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Now you say it.
JOE:One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
MRS. JEWLS:Very good!
NARRATOR 1:She put down six erasers.
MRS. JEWLS:Now, count the erasers, Joe, just the way I showed you.
NARRATOR 4:Joe counted the erasers.
JOE:One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. There are ten, Mrs.Jewls.
JOE:Didn’t I count right?
MRS. JEWLS:Yes, you counted right, but you got the wrong answer.
JOE:This doesn’t make any sense! When I count the wrong way, I get the right answer, and when I count right, I get the wrong answer.
MRS. JEWLS:(in great frustration) Ooh!
NARRATOR 2:Mrs.Jewls hit her head against the wall five times.
MRS. JEWLS:(turning away and butting her head) Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh .... (turns back to JOE) How many times did I hit my head against the wall, Joe?
JOE:One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. You hit your head against the wall ten times.
JOE:Four, six, one, nine, five. You hit your head five times.
NARRATOR 3:Mrs.Jewls shook her head no and said,
MRS. JEWLS:(shaking head) Yes, that is right.
NARRATOR 1:Just then, the bell rang.
NARRATOR 4:... said Joe.
JOE:I missed recess!
NARRATOR 3:Our second story is about Bebe.
NARRATOR 1:Bebe was the fastest draw in Mrs.Jewls’s class. She could draw a cat in less than fortyfive seconds, a dog in less than thirty, and a flower in less than eight seconds!
NARRATOR 4:But of course, Bebe never drew just one dog, or one cat, or one flower.
NARRATOR 2:Art was from 12:30 to 1:30. Why, in that time, she could draw fifty cats, a hundred flowers, twenty dogs, and several eggs or watermelons!
NARRATOR 3:You see, it took her the same time to draw a watermelon as an egg.
NARRATOR 1:Calvin sat next to Bebe. He didn’t think he was very good at art. It took him the whole period just to draw one airplane.
NARRATOR 4:So instead, he just helped Bebe. He was Bebe’s assistant.
NARRATOR 2:As soon as Bebe would finish one masterpiece, Calvin would take it from her and set down a clean sheet of paper. Whenever her crayon ran low, Calvin was ready with a new crayon.
NARRATOR 3:That way, Bebe didn’t have to waste any time. And in return, Bebe would draw five or six airplanes for Calvin.
NARRATOR 1:It was 12:30, time for art.
NARRATOR 4:Bebe was ready. On her desk was a sheet of yellow construction paper. In her hand was a green crayon.
NARRATOR 2:Calvin was ready. He held a stack of paper and a box of crayons.
MRS. JEWLS:All right, class.
NARRATOR 3:... said Mrs.Jewls.
MRS. JEWLS:Time for art.
NARRATOR 1:She had hardly finished her sentence when Bebe had drawn a picture of a leaf.
NARRATOR 4:Calvin took it from her and put down another piece of paper.
NARRATOR 2:Calvin handed Bebe a red crayon.
NARRATOR 3:He gave her a blue crayon.
NARRATOR 1:They were quite a pair! Their teamwork was remarkable.
NARRATOR 4:Bebe drew pictures as fast as Calvin could pick up the old paper and set down the new.
NARRATOR 2:A fish.
NARRATOR 3:An apple.
NARRATOR 1:Three cherries—
NARRATOR 1:At 1:30, Mrs.Jewls announced,
MRS. JEWLS:Okay, class, art is over.
NARRATOR 4:Bebe dropped her crayon and fell over on her desk.
NARRATOR 2:Calvin sighed and leaned back in his chair. He could hardly move.
NARRATOR 3:They had broken their old record. Bebe had drawn three hundred and seventyeight pictures! They lay in a pile on Calvin’s desk.
NARRATOR 1:Mrs.Jewls walked by.
MRS. JEWLS:Calvin, did you draw all these pictures?
CALVIN:No, Bebe drew them all.
MRS. JEWLS:Well then, what did you draw?
CALVIN:I didn’t draw anything.
MRS. JEWLS:Why not? Don’t you like art?
CALVIN:I love art. That’s why I didn’t draw anything.
MRS. JEWLS:I don’t understand.
CALVIN:It would have taken me the whole period just to draw one picture. And Bebe would only have been able to draw a hundred pictures. But with the two of us working together, she was able to draw three hundred and seventyeight pictures! That’s a lot more art.
NARRATOR 4:Bebe and Calvin shook hands.
MRS. JEWLS:No, no! That isn’t how you measure art. It isn’t how many pictures you have, but how good the pictures are. Why, a person could spend their whole life drawing just one picture of a cat. In that time, I’m sure Bebe could draw a million cats.
MRS. JEWLS:But if that one picture is better than each of Bebe’s two million, then that person has produced more art than Bebe.
NARRATOR 2:Bebe looked like she was going to cry. She picked up all the pictures from Calvin’s desk and threw them in the garbage.
NARRATOR 3:Then she ran from the room, down all the stairs, and out onto the playground.
NARRATOR 1:Louis, the nice yard teacher, spotted her.
LOUIS:Where are you going, Bebe?
BEBE:I’m going home to draw a picture of a cat.
LOUIS:Will you bring it to school and show it to me tomorrow?
BEBE:Tomorrow? By tomorrow I doubt I’ll be finished with even one whisker. (rushes off)
NARRATOR 2:Our final story is about Calvin. One day, Mrs.Jewls said,
MRS. JEWLS:Calvin, I want you to take this note to Miss Zarves for me.
MRS. JEWLS:Yes, Miss Zarves. You know where she is, don’t you?
CALVIN:Yes. She’s on the nineteenth story.
MRS. JEWLS:That’s right, Calvin. Take it to her.
NARRATOR 3:Calvin didn’t move.
MRS. JEWLS:Well, what are you waiting for?
CALVIN:She’s on the nineteenth story.
MRS. JEWLS:Yes, we have already established that fact.
CALVIN:The nineteenth story.
MRS. JEWLS:Yes, Calvin, the nineteenth story. Now take it to her before I lose my patience!
MRS. JEWLS:NOW, Calvin!
NARRATOR 1:Calvin walked out of the classroom and stood outside the door.
NARRATOR 4:He didn’t know where to go.
NARRATOR 2:As you know, when the builder built Wayside School, he accidentally built it sideways. But he also forgot to build the nineteenth story.
NARRATOR 3:He built the eighteenth and the twentieth, but no nineteenth. He said he was very sorry.
NARRATOR 1:There was also no Miss Zarves.
NARRATOR 4:Miss Zarves taught the class on the nineteenth story. Since there was no nineteenth story, there was no Miss Zarves.
NARRATOR 2:And besides that, as if Calvin didn’t have enough problems, there was no note.
NARRATOR 3:Mrs.Jewls had never given Calvin the note.
CALVIN:(sarcastically) Boy, this is just great! I’m supposed to take a note that I don’t have, to a teacher who doesn’t exist, and who teaches on a story that was never built!
NARRATOR 1:He didn’t know what to do.
NARRATOR 4:He walked down to the eighteenth story,
NARRATOR 2:then back up to the twentieth,
NARRATOR 3:then back down to the eighteenth,
NARRATOR 1:and back up again to the twentieth.
NARRATOR 4:There was no nineteenth story.
NARRATOR 2:There had never been a nineteenth story.
NARRATOR 3:There would never BE a nineteenth story.
NARRATOR 1:Calvin walked down to the administration office on the first story. He decided to put the note in Miss Zarves’s mailbox.
NARRATOR 4:But there wasn’t one of those, either. That didn’t bother Calvin too much, though, since he didn’t have a note.
NARRATOR 2:He looked out the window and saw Louis, the yard teacher, shooting baskets.
CALVIN:Louis will know what to do.
NARRATOR 3:Calvin went outside.
LOUIS:Hi, Calvin. Do you want to play a game?
CALVIN:I don’t have time. I have to deliver a note to Miss Zarves up on the nineteenth story.
LOUIS:Then what are you doing all the way down here?
CALVIN:There is no nineteenth story.
LOUIS:Then where is Miss Zarves?
CALVIN:There is no Miss Zarves.
LOUIS:What are you going to do with the note?
CALVIN:There is no note.
CALVIN:That’s good, because I sure don’t.
LOUIS:It’s very simple. You are not supposed to take no notes to no teachers. You already haven’t done it!
NARRATOR 1:Calvin still didn’t understand.
CALVIN:I’ll just have to tell Mrs.Jewls that I couldn’t deliver the note.
LOUIS:That’s good. The truth is always best. Besides, I don’t think I understand what I said, either!
NARRATOR 4:Calvin walked back up the thirty flights of stairs to Mrs.Jewls’s class.
MRS. JEWLS:Thank you very much, Calvin.
MRS. JEWLS:That was a very important note, and I’m glad I was able to count on you.
CALVIN:Yes, but you see—
MRS. JEWLS:The note was very important. I told Miss Zarves not to meet me for lunch.
NARRATOR 2:... said Calvin.
NARRATOR 1:So now you know about Wayside School. Some people say these stories are strange and silly.
NARRATOR 4:That is probably true.
NARRATOR 2:But when the children at Wayside School heard stories about us, they thought we were strange and silly.
NARRATOR 3:And that’s for sure!
Read the book!
Sideways Stories from Wayside School
By Louis Sachar