Mr Truth and the Crock of Gold
Scene 1
*Mr Truth's front room*
Mr Truth: I am Mr Truth and I always tell the truth! Mr Nosey: What do you do with your time Mr Truth? Mr Truth: Play football, watch telly, do some homework, pick up a few boxes and put them over there! Mr Nosey: Boxes? Mr Truth: Every box I shift they give me two bits of gold!
Scene 2
*The pub ? everyone is ignoring Mr Truth*
Mr Glum [to Mr Miserable]: My back! I'm not lifting any more boxes, we never make a penny out of it! Mr Miserable: How true! Mr Truth: *Not* true! I can tell you Mr Glum I have made a *crock of gold* doing just that! Mr Glum [looking interested]: How did you manage that? Mr Truth: I wrote a book! [hands it to them]
Scene 3
*The accountants*
Mr Truth: Do you advise your clients to discuss their business with all and sundry down the pub? Ms Feckwit: Not in so many words! Mr Truth: Is it a good idea though? Ms Feckwit: I usually shilly-shally on that one.
Scene 4
*The pub *
Mr Glum [to Mr Grumpy]: Have you heard about Mr Truth's crock of gold. He showed it us, it almost touches the sky!. Mr Grumpy: How interesting Mr Truth has become!
Scene 5
*Mr Truth's front room*
Mr Nosey: Where are your boxes? Mr Truth: I don't know. Mr Nosey: And what has happened to your crock of gold? Mr Truth: I don't know.
Scene 6
*The pub *
Mr Glum: Bloody sciatica! If my crock of gold get any heavier I won't be able to lift it! Mr Grumpy: Me neither!
The End