The Lorax Musical Script Page

(Clutching the jar to his chest) So what do you want? A confession? A tear? A promise to fix what I poisoned last year?

(A pause. His voice softens.) You kept it.

(Smiling, fading into a soft golden light) I speak for the trees. And today, Once-ler… so do you. the lorax musical script

The game? Boy, the game ended ten thousand stumps back. You’ve turned the Truffula groves into bric-a-brac and a shack! You’ve silenced the Swomee-Swans, choked the Humming-Fish dumb. And still you sit there, counting your nails and your thumb.

(Sing-speaking, a raspy, soulful growl) I speak for the trees, though the trees are all gone. I speak for the wind, though the wind has moved on. I’ve shouted and hollered till my voice went dry, At the fool in the window with the greedy green eye. (Clutching the jar to his chest) So what do you want

No, Once-ler. I want something harder than blame. I want you to speak a forgotten boy’s name.

Setting: A murky, grey wasteland. The stage is littered with jagged stumps and skeletal factory parts. A single, rusty ladder leads up to the ONCE-LER’s shuttered window. The air smells of "smogulous smoke." A promise to fix what I poisoned last year

(Muttering, to himself) Go away, little pest. There’s no profit in shame. And you can’t knit a Thneed without playing the game.

(A long silence. Then, barely a whisper.) …Ted.

(To the audience, breaking the fourth wall) He lifted me up by the scruff of my soul. He said, “Unless someone like you…” (He stops, choked.) …cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.