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The Zealous Zombies

Act Three

(The scene is the graveyard of Reaction, at Maydown Undah. The Zombies are sitting draped around the tombstones, in attitudes of utter dejection. The Gravedigger sits with Sidi on a large tombstone, weeping bitterly. Aplop and Hisleton are standing one on each side of the stage.)

Song and Chorus - Sidi and Zombies

(Air -"A Policeman's Life is not a Happy One").

Sidi

Oh the Zombie's life as featured by Lugosi

Chorus

By Lugosi

Sidi

And interpreted by Karl off on the screen

Chorus

On the screen

Sidi

Is always made particularly rosy,

Chorus

- Larly rosy,

Sidi

Though often it's a little bit obscene!

Chorus

Bit obscene!

Sidi

Oh, the Zombie played by Boris and by Bela

Chorus

And by Bela

Sidi

Is delightful, though perhaps a little dumb -

Chorus

Little dumb -

Sidi

But we know this romantic little feller

Chorus

Little feller

Sidi

Though he looks so bright is really very glum!

Chorus

Very glum!

Chorus

Oh, when Parliamentary power's to be won,
To be won,
A Zombie's life is not a happy one!
Happy one!

Sidi

Oh, I love to see the little Zombie walking

Chorus

Zombie walking

Sidi

With a dirty looking dagger in his hand,

Chorus

In his hand,

Sidi

I rejoice to hear the little Zombie talking

Chorus

Zombie talking

Sidi

In a language only Zombies understand.

Chorus

Understand.

Sidi

We know, in spite of all their wicked dealings

Chorus

Wicked dealings

Sidi

That a Zombie loves a little bit of fun

Chorus

Bit of fun

Sidi

We know that even Zombies have their feelings -

Chorus

Have their feelings -

Sidi

Oh, a Zombie's life is not a happy one!

Chorus

Happy one!

Chorus

Oh, when Parliamentary power's to be won,
To be won,
A zombie's life is not a happy one!
Happy one!

Sidi

Prithee, Zombies, don't despair!
We have no time to stand and stare.
A foolproof plan we must invent
To smash the Razor government.

Gravedigger

How is it Mr. Razor foils
Your treasons, stratagems, and spoils?
You've failed in almost every plan,
And here you are where you began!

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page 31 Jonnalic

We've tried to gain our ends by flattery,
By murder, rape, assault and battery.
A simple certain plan we need -
A plan that he who runs may read!

Doidger

I thought the press was on our side,
As friend, philosopher and guide!
But, reading last night's "Evening Post",
I very near gave up the ghost!
For, speaking of the Party factions,
It almost criticised our actions!

Gravedigger (Furious)

How did such a passage get in?
It's clear the rot's begun to set in.
They'll say they're sorry that they said it or
I'll go and sack the ruddy editor!

Bodkin

While walking lately on the wharf
I eloquently started off
Proclaiming to the wharf community
Our Party's noble plan - Disunity!
The Wharfies, showing some emotion,
Politely threw me in the ocean!

Sidi (weeping)

You must have almost died of shame!
But cheer up - you were not to blame.

Bodkin

And do you know who rescued me? -
The wharfies' Union secretary.

Gravedigger

On you I shall, despised martyr,
Bestow the Order of the Garter.

Johnnalio

I visited a Huntly mine
To put across the Party line;
The miners seized me in the murk,
Surrounded me and made me work.
When with fatigue I thought I'd drop,
The miners used me as a prop.

Sidi (aroused)

The mine! Of course! Our only hope!
My God, I am a silly dope!
Why didn't we do that before?

Zombies.

What is it, Sidi? Tell us more.

Sidi

Zealous Zombies, gather round, (They do so)
We'll send the blondies underground.
Attired as the miners are
They'll be extremely popular.

Gravedigger.

Will you more succinctly state Your plan?

Zombies

Yes, please elucidate.

Sidi

A man confronted by a vamp
Attired in trousers and a lamp
Will find it hard, upon my soul,
To keep his mind upon the coal.
The Blondies will, with any luck
Divert the miner from his truck;
In fact, the miners will agree
To adopt a go-slow policy;
We'll use the people's discontent
To overthrow the Government.
Have I made my thesis plan?

Zombies (bowing)

Oh Sidi, brilliant is your brain!

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Where are the Blondies, anyway?

Jonnalio

I heard a passing peasant say
In some lewd haunt the girls were seen
Cavorting with a young Marine

Sidi

To mighty Allah give your thanks!
Away, and lure them from the Yanks.

(The Zombies, led by Sidi, rush off. Aplop and Hisleton stir themselves and come forward to the audience.)

Aplop (to the audience)

Now we're alone upon the stage
Your kind attention we'll engage;
I and Hisleton will each
Deliver an election speech.

(Aplop mounts a tombstone and orates).

Aplop

Electors! How the fight's begun,
Beware the hateful Hisleton!
Beware his fascinating smile -
'Tis but a mask for graft and guile!
He frightens children at their play -
They glance at him and run away;
And passing farmers whom he meets
Collapse in horror on the peats!
So vote for me - then take a gun
And shoot the hateful Hisleton!

(Aplop descends and Hisleton mounts the gravestone).

Hisleton

Electors! Isn't it a pity
A rat like Aplop runs the City?
I'm sure that each elector loathes
To hear this monster's lurid oaths
Bestowed on such a mighty one
As me - the holy Hisleton!
And when upon election day
To polling booths you make your way
Reflect - what's Aplop done for you?

Aplop

As much as Hisleton will do!

Hisleton

My friend, you do not win elections
By making stupid interjections.
If from the contest you withdraw
I'll make you our Solicitor.

Aplop

I beg your pardon - tell me more -
You'd make me City Solicitor?

Hisleton

When Mare, the words that I pronounce'll
Influence the City Council,
And I shall surely recommend
The post for you, my learned friend,

Aplop

For years I have been waiting for
The chance to be Solicitor!
I shall retire from the fight -
The Tory ranks we must unite!

(Aplop mounts a gravestone) (Hisleton descends).

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Electors, vote for Hisleton,
That nighty man who bows to none.
His heart is high, his soul is pure,
He blushes if you say "manure."
He loves to sit and contemplate
His navel at his cottage gate;
He revels in the "birds and bees,
And writes wee verses to the trees.
He loves the jonquils and geraniums,
And pats the little children's craniums!

(He descends from the gravestone and starts to go out with Hisleton).

Aplop

Come, dear friend, let us away.
We must prepare for polling day.
When you've won, on wine we'll sup -

Hisleton (to the audience)

Unless Jim Roberts cleans me up!

(The Mares exist. The Zombies enter, followed by the Blondies, dressed in working clothes, bearing lamps on their heads, and carrying shovels.)

Sidi

Good luck, then, Blondies - do your stuff.
Up girls and at 'em. Treat 'em rough!

Blondies

This venture will be most instructive.
Are we sufficiently seductive,

Sidi

My dears, you couldn't look much finer,
I almost wish I was a miner.

(There is a clap of thunder and the lights go dim. A spot lights up the rostrum at the back of the stage and illuminates the figure of the Honourable Paddy Begg, who, bowler hat in hand, bows be autifully to the Blondies.)

Song Paddy Begg

(Air - "Pistol-Packing Momma")

Don't go down the mine my dears,
It's such a horrid hole.
It's hard to pet
In the cold and wet
And cuddle in the coal!

Oh, lay that shovel down, babe
Lay that shovel down.
Pretty little miner,
Lay that shovel down.

Don't go down the mine, my dears,
It's very dark and damp
And if you do
What they want you to
You're bound to get the cramp!

Oh lay that shovel down, babe,
Lay that shovel down.
Pretty little miner,
Lay that shovel down.

Don't go down the mine, my dears,
Distributing your gifts;
I'm sure that we
Would not agree
To let you work in shifts.

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Oh lay that shovel down, babe,
Lay that shovel down.
Pretty little miner,
Lay that shovel down.

Don't go down the mine, my dears,
There isn't space to woo,
And reach your goal
On a bed of coal,
And a truck's too small for two!

Oh lay that shovel down, babe,
Lay that shoevel down.
Pretty little miner,
Lay that shovel down

So don't go down the mine, my dears,
It's such a horrid hole.
It's hard to pet
In the cold and wet
And cuddle in the coal.

Oh lay that shovel down, babe,
Lay that shovel down.
Pretty little miner,
Lay that shovel down.

(The Hon. Paddy Begg comes down from the rostrum, down centre. The girls surround him and throw their arms about him, leaving the shovels at the side of the stage.)

Blondies

Isn't he lovely? Isn't he cute?
So masculine, and so hirsute.

Sidi

Good Heavs, if it isn't Paddy.
The Labour Party's sugar-daddy.
Blondies, do not be seduced,
He's like a lion when unloosed.

Paddy

Dear children - may I call you that? -
To you I raise my fanous hat.
You are so sweet and so benign,
I'm sure you won't go down the mine.

Blondies

What charm! What elephantine grace!
How like a gargoyle's is his face.

Paddy

Now you've laid your shovels down
Let's take a taxi into town.
And then - my plan will surely please -
I'll make you all my secretaries!
Your baleful beauty will torment
The denizens of Parliament,
And even the some what s todgy whips
Will love to watch your swaying hips.
You'll prove, in no uncertain fashion,
That Labour cannot ration passion!

Jonnalic

No fiend from Hades could surpass
This rampant reptile in the grass.

Paddy

Come, girls - if you're my secretaries,
You'll be the belles of Bellamy's.

Blondies

Blondies - let us do our stuff
With lipstick and with powder puff.
With potent Paddy as our guide
I'm sure we'll all be satisfied.

(The blondies go off with Paddy. The Zombies once again, in utter despair, collapse on the tombstones.)

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Dished! Diddled! Done! Again we're foiled.
Would I were well and truly oiled.

Jonnalio

He's taken to the metropolis
Our last, our solitary solance.

Sidi

Zombies, we've clearly reached a crisis -
I cannot think of more devices.

Doidger

Let us sit in contemplation,
Awaiting heavenly inspiration.

(The Zombies sit miserably on the tombstones, their heads in their hands. Suddenly, thunder is heard, the lights dim, and the figure of Herr Scuttler appears on the rostrum. He says, "Heil Scuttler" and walks down centre. The Zombies stand up, stiff and straight, and assume vacant and Zombie-ish expressions.)

Herr Scuttler

(to the audience): Remember me? I thought you would. Maybe you've been wondering what's been happening to me. As a matter of fact, I haven't been feeling well lately. What with the Minx of the Kremlin slapping me in the face, the Russian guerillas hitting me below the belt, and Churchill and Roosevelt waiting to give me a kick in the pants - life's just a little trying at times. There's only one hope left for me. Zombies, can you hear me?

Zombies(dully).

Yes, master.

Herr Scuttler

You're a pretty dumb lot - as a matter of fact you're the dumbest lot of Zombies I've ever raised from the dead - but I'm Just about at the end of my tether. You've got to do something drastic - do you hear?

Zombies

(as before) Yes, master.

Herr Scuttler.

The only solution is a coup d'etat. You Zombies must stage a coup d'etat, and install yourselves as dictators of Waydown Undah, Here I have the necessary apparatus. Some suitable arm bands - some bottles of castor oil - a few rubber truncheons - a gun or two - and a few other essential knick-knacks - that's about all you'll need.

(As he speaks, Herr Scuttler goes around the Zombies distributing the articles he names. The Zombies taken them automatically, and without looking to right or left).

Herr Scuttler.

Well, Zombies, go to it. (To the audience). Cheerio, folks - see your at the Sessions. (He mounts the rostrum). Heill Scuttler!

(Herr Scuttler disappears in a roll of thunder and a flash of light. The Zombies slowly wake up and look around them, their faces assuming their normal expressions).

Sidi

Behold this curious apparatus.
We have received divine afflatus.
From heaven, Zombies, I have got
Our last and most pretentious plot.
Democracy won't get us far -
We now must stage a coup d'etat.

Zombies.

Then let's away. Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll stage a cunning coup d'etat.

Sidi

It seems as if there's no dissent -
So let us march on Parliament.
The Labourites could not endure a
Government with me as Fuhrer.

Zombies.

Then let's away. Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll stage a cunning coup d'etat.

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(The Zombied put on the swastika arm bands, and each takes a rubber truncheon and a bottle of castor oil. Sidi takes gun, Aplop & Hisleton enter, and Zombies pin on their sides, over their names, strips of cloth with the words "The Horse Wessel" end "The Reich Stag." Sidi sticks on a little Hitlet moustache and arranges his hair so as to produce the famous Hitler forelock, Sidi mounts the Horse Wessel, and Jonnalio mounts the Reich Stag. The orchestra starts to play a swing version of the German national anthem.)

Chorus - Zombies

Air - German national anthem.

Sidi, you're a
Liebe, Fuhrer,
Leader of the Zombie horde.
Heil, thou rashest
Noblest Fascist,
Hell hath no Fuhrer like our Zombie lord.
Bringing heartsease
to the Nazis
Hell hath no Fuhrer like our Zombie lord.

(Ballet, in which the Zombies dance round the two horses wildly).

Chorus

Sidi, you're a
Liebe Fuhrer,
Leader of the Zombie horde.
Hell, thou rashest
Noblest Fascist,
Hell hath no Fuhrer like our Zombie lord.
Bringing heartsease
to the Nazis -
Hell hath no Fuhrer like our Zombie lord.

Zombies.

Then let's away. Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll stage a cunning coup d'etat.

(They begin to march out, There is another clap of thunder and the Minx of the Kremlin descends from the flies on the end of a cope, The orchestra plays the International. Lightning.)

Minx

Sidi and your Zombies, wait,
Repent before it is too late.

Sidi

Zombies, listen - I forbid you all
To hearken to this individual -
This awful ape, this leprous lynx
(recognising her) My God, it is the bloody Minx!

Minx

Yes, friends - I see you know my name -
I've come to stop your little game,
So don't endeavour to dissemble,
But on your knees, you louts, and tremble.

Sidi (waving gun)

You snarling snail! You slimy slug, you!
Remove yourself before I plug you.

Minx

That's no use - you'll find your wrist'll
Shake too much to aim the pistol,
Besides, I feel I should announce
My hide's so tough that bullets bounce.

Sidi

I burn with rage and dreadful ire;
Protect me, Allah, for I fire.

(He fires the gun. The Minx, who is standing near Jonnalio, bobs down behind the letter's Mare. Jonnalio receives the bullet in his breast. He gracefully slides down the Mare's back into his tomb.)

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But what is this? My God, I'm shot!
Observe - the 'blood begins to clot!

Sidi

Oh goodness me, what have I done?
Oh Absolom, my son, my son!
A plague upon my wretched gunnery -
I'll hence, and hie me to a nunnery.

Jonnalio

Alas, that poor Jonnalio,
That might chief, is brought so low.
Before my eyes there start to loom
The hideous terrors of the tomb:,
My eyes are dim, I cannot see -
I haven't got my specs with me -
My face is whiter than a sheet -
My heart has almost ceased to beat.
I might have known that Sid would muck it -
So weep, my friends, I've kicked the bucket.

(He sinks into his tomb and pulls the lid down over his head.)

Minx.

Thus perish each presumptuous clown!

(Jonnalio pushes up the lid of his tomb and pokes his head out).

Jonnalio

I'm dead, but I shall not lie down

(The Minx pushes the lid down again, takes a hammer and nail from her bosom and nails the lid of the tomb down).

(The Bulgie Zombie, who has been perusing a large volume of statutes, comes forwards, agitated, and addresses Sidi).

Bulgie

Ah me! By Section twenty-three,
Sub-section twenty-two, clause B
I'm aider and abettor in
Your homicidal act of sin,
Within the meaning of the Act!
With rancour and remorse I'm racked.
The law is plain - it's clear tham I'm
Accomplice in this awful crime.
I have disgraced the family name -
Observe - I straightway die of shame.

(The Bulgie Zombie knocks his head three times on the floor and retires to his tomb, where he dies of shame.)

Sidi (overwhelmed)

Alas, I'm feeling very blue.
I'll seek fresh fields and pastures new.
I think I'll join, since we are sunk,
A monastery and be a monk.

Minx.

Idon't think you'll find it as easy as that, Comrade Sidi - monasteries are rather particular these days. As a matter of fact, I've been doing a little dialectical research into this Zombie business, and I think I know what should be done. As soon as I got the solution, I had a salute of three hundred guns: fired from the Kremlin. It's really very simple. In Zombie films, the Zombie is got rid of in one of two ways - either he is killed again, or a doctor skilled in such matters cures him, and he becomes a normal rational individual. You, Sidi, and you other chief Zombies - you are, I fear incurable. And as for the deluded Gravedigger - well, words fail me. But you rank and file Zombies are merely deluded - there's hope for you if you get immediate medical attention. As it happens, the local Comrades' Circus has a doctor of wide repute, who should be able to do something for you. But here he comes! Announcing - Dr. Silverstone!

(There is a flourish of trumpets, and Dr. Silverstone walks in. He carried a doctor's black bag, and medical apparatus of all kinds is hung around his neck and protrudes from his pockets.)

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page 38 Minx

Good morning, Doctor Silverstone -
May I confer with you alone?

Silverstone (going apart with Minx)

Let's apart, so no-one hears.
Speak on - I an entirely ears!

Minx

Have you ever diagnosed
A Zombie - i.e. living ghost?

Silverstone (consulting case-book)

I've cured - let's see - yes, ninety-three,
For Zombies are my spacialty.
By means of Freudian hypnosis
I penetrate to their neurosis.

Minx.

Oh, excellent young medico!
Your knowledge will defeat the foe.
You are our last, our only hope -
So - forward with your stethoscope!

Silverstone (advancing to rank and file Zombies)

Now, Zombies, do not be afraid -
Come over here into the shade. (They do so).
I just want to examine you.
Put out your tongues (They do so)
A horrid hue!
Now, breathe in deeply (They do so)
Yes, that's fine.
Say ninety-nine, please.

Zombies

Ninety-nine.

Silverstone (in horror, crossing to Minx)

Oh, what a terrible neurosis!
I've made a careful diagnosis.
From their symptoms I've divined
That someone's sabotaged their mind.

Minx

And can you, Sir, with pills and potions
Cure them of their fantastic notions?

Silverstone

My cures are generally durable,
But these (indicating chief Zombies & Gravedigger)
I fear, are quite incurable.
If the others care to make appointments
I'll fix them up with pills and ointments.

Minx

We can't allow much time to pass -
Can't you cure them here, en masse?

Silverstone (To Zombies)

It's difficult, but I shall try.
Now, Zombies, look me in the eye.

(They stare at him, he makes a pass or two with his hands, and they become vacant and Zombie-ish. Sidi, Bodkin, Doidger and Gravedigger watch the proceedings in horror from the side of the stage).

Silverstone (To Minx)

You see, before they've realised
What's going on, they're hypnotised.
They can't remember what's occurred -
Now, watch the little dickey-bird!
Within their open mouths I will
Insert a patent poten pill,
Compounded - hem! - by Silverstone
(Modestly) It is a poor thing, but mine own.

(He goes around the Zombies putting pills in their mouths, which they swallow).

Silverstone

These pills one generally requires
To purge an anti-Soviet bias.
You see- they take it like a lamb.
Next, Reason Treacle, half a dram.

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(Silverstone travels round giving each Zombie a little treacle from a huge jar).

Silverstone

This dose converts them, as you'll see,
To anti-fascist unity.
If all has gone as I've expected
A lasting cure has been effected.

(with change of manner)

The fee that you should pay the leech
Is only half a guinea each,
And Social Security will fix
You up, I think, for seven and six.

Minx (Giving him note)

Comrade, here's a thousand roubles
For tending to these Zombie screwballs.
My portrait on the note you'll see
I do not think it flatters me.

(While Silverstone is examining the note, the rank and file Zombies are alowly advancing, with menacing gait, on the chief Zombies and the Gravedigger. The latter are backing away and trying to excape, but finally they are surrounded. Aplop and Hisleton manage to get away, first coming down to the footlights for a moment).

Aplop & Hisleton

I think it is unwise to stay -
We'll see you on election day.
(Exeunt).

Minx (seeing Zombies)

But what is this? I think that we
Are witnessing a tragedy.
Why should these erstwhile Zombies seek
To round up Sidi and his clique?

Gravedigger (calling)

Help! They've caught me unawares.
Oh Zombies, spare these last gray hairs.

Silverstone (gleefully)

It's clear my cure has been effective
Since Sidi is their main objective.
Now their Zombie-hood's concluded,
They realise they've been deluded,
And understand their former fallacies.
(modestly) This is my Marxian analysis.

(The Zombies have been struggling with the chief Zombies and have finally got the Gravedigger, Badkin and Doidger into graves. Just before the lids are shut down, Bodkin and Doidger make the following remarks):

Bodkin (in tomb)

Alas! In this untimely hour
There perishes Reaction's flower.

Doidger (in tomb)

Alas! that I shall be no longer
The two-faced Terror of Tauranga.

(They perish), (The Zombies advance steadily on Sidi, who retreats piteously before them.

Sidi

Oh, is there no-one to defend me
Against these monsters who would rend me?
And carry me across the border? (Pause)
I wish to raise a point of order!

(The Zombies halt in their tracks and wait for Sidi to speak).

Sidi

Ex-Zombies, you have sealed my doom,
And I am destined for the tomb.
But Waydown Undah, you'll agree,
Is almost a democracy,
And thus - it cannot be denied -
I have a right to suicide.

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If you permit me, with this foil
I'll shuffle off this mortal coil.

Minx

He speaks with logic, Raise on high
Your hands if you're in favour.

Ex Zombies.

Aye!

Sidi (coming to foot-lights) (syabs himself)

Forgive me, people, if I preach -
I wish to make a dying speech.
Already, I begin to stagger
Beneath this devastating dagger.
I hope I'll have sufficient strength
To let me spout to you at length.

(He staggers, then recovers)

Observe - the sun's diverted from its
Course; the sky is packed with comets.
The deaths of great men always are
The cause of such penomena.
Even the mellow evening skies
Salute poor Sidi, as he dies.

(stabs himself)

The press, which blessed my lefty mission,
Will publish a black-edged edition;
The Comrades' Circus will rejoice
In its obnoxious People's Voice;
And every Labourite you meet
Will squeak and gibber in the street.
The whole wide world will wail and weep
When gentle Sidi lies asleep.

(stabs himself)

From my breast, where it's been hacked,
The blood pours like a cataract.
Lucrezia Borgia would have swooned
To see this ghastly gaping wound.

(stabs himself)

And when the news of my demise
If flashed across the Seven Seas,
The Eskimo and Arab Chief
Will weep into a handkerchief;
The Indian will blow his nose,
The Scotsman will be lachrymose;
And even the people of Japan
Will sigh, and say "There was a Man!"

(stabs himself)

This thing I'm plunging in my body
Appears to be a little shoddy.
I wonder why? Excuse me, please.

(He examined it. He presses it against his hand, the dagger doubles up)

My God, that's why! It's Japanese. Now, friends, -

Minx (to ex-Zombies)

A truce to these didactics!
I never, liked stonewalling tactics
I should view it with composure
If, comrades, you applied the closure.
Bring him here and let me shoot 'im.

(The Zombies bring Sidi over and stand him before the Minx. He bares his breast dramatically and endeavours to make as much as possibly out of his last words).

Sidi

Moriturus te salutam!
Come fire the shot - do not be tardy.
Et tu Brute! Kiss me, Hardy.

(The Minx shoots Sidi, who falls back prostrate into his tomb. The ex-Zombies replace the lid carefully).

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We won't intone a requiem,
For we shall not remember them.
Our unity has been increased
By liquidating the deceased.

(Enter suddenly the Hon. Paddy Begg, with three Blondies clinging lovingly to him, and the rest of the girls following behind. The ex-Zombies rush over to the Blondies and embrace them, remaining in their embrace during the following dialogue):

Begg

I have returned with great elation
To make a startling proclamation.
You will remember, friends, that these
Young girls became my secretaries.
While riding with them to the city,
I found that some were rather pretty.
So suddenly I stopped the car
And visited the Registrar.
The upshot of our call was this -
I've entered into married bliss.
Don't you wish that you were me?

Minx

You've married one?

Begg

I've married three!

Silverstone (mildly)

Pardon me for being curious -
But isn't such a marriage spurious?

Begg

My Party will, in consternation
Pass validating legislation
When Parliament is next in session
And thus condone my indiscretion.

Minx (looking at Blondies and Zombies embracing)

And if I read the signs aright
Some further weddings are in sight.
There seems to be in this community
A veritable crase for unity.
Elysian prospects lie before us -
So let us finish with a choris.

(They all line up before the footlights - Silverstone linked with the Minx, Begg linked with his three Blondies, and the Zombies and Blondies behind, arm in arm. The final choris would be written on the eve of production to the latest popular song.)

Final Chorus

Curtain

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