Story 2: The Great Day Arrived…

And so the great day arrived!

It was like the entire world had gathered to see, 'The burning woman, hurling through the air, with dynamite in her hair, over sharks and spiky objects, caught by the man locked in the cage'!

Everything was arranged by... the Acrobat's sister - a frightening woman who used to be an Olympic-class hammer thrower, and who loved nothing better than to SCARE the children of the town!

People whispered, that in her dark and brooding heart, she resented her sister, both her success, and her love.

Suddenly, out came the Escapologist, dressed as usual in his tights and spangly costume, but there was no sign of the Acrobat, and no glimpse at all of her shiny white scarf.

And instead of the usual fanfare, there was silence, as he solemnly strode into the ring.

(MATILDA + ESCAPOLOGIST:)
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! The burning woman, hurling through the air, with dynamite in her hair, over sharks and spiky objects, caught by the man locked in the cage, has been... cancelled!"

(MRS PHELPS:)
No!

(MATILDA:)
Yes. The audience gasped so loud, that a passing aeroplane caught it on its instrumentation, and reported it as an atmospheric phenomenon!

(MATILDA + ESCAPOLOGIST:)
"Cancelled, because my wife is... pregnant!"

(MRS PHELPS:)
Oh! Matilda!

(MATILDA:)
Absolute silence. You could have heard a fly burp. Then suddenly, the audience jumped to its feet, and roared in appreciation!

The great feat was instantly forgotten, and the applause went on for nearly an hour.

(MRS PHELPS:)
Oh, so it has a happy ending after all!

(MATILDA:)
Forgotten by everyone, except that is... the Acrobat's sister.

When all had quietened down, she stepped forward and produced a contract.

(MRS PHELPS:)
A, a contract?

(MATILDA + THE ACROBAT'S SISTER:)
"A contract you have signed to perform this feat, and perform this feat you shall!"

(MRS PHELPS:)
No!

(MATILDA + THE ACROBAT'S SISTER:)
I have paid for the posters, the publicity, the catering, the toilet facilities!

If I give the crowd their money back, where is my profit?

A contract, is a contract, is a contract!

My hands are tied! The burning woman, hurling through the air, with dynamite in her hair, over sharks and spiky objects, caught by the man locked in the cage, will be performed and performed this day or... off to prison you both shall go!"

(MRS PHELPS:)
No, no!



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Minchin
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