Auditions start today (Aug 23) from 4:00 to 6:00 and next wed Aug 30. Come anytime one of those days. Please make sure you get your picture taken (we use these when casting), talk with Karma, get measured for costumes, sing and dance! Here are the lines for auditions. See you soon!
Tamatoa, Left Claw, Right Claw, Moana
Tamatoa: Oo-hoo-hoo, what have we here?
Left Claw: It's a sparkly....
Right Claw: Shiny.....
Tamatoa: Wait a minute! Eww, it's a human! What are you doing down here? In the Realm of Monsters?
Moana: (improvising) I just had to see you for myself.
Claws: Because you have a death wish?
Moana: Uh...no. We mortals have heard of the tale of the crab who became a legend...and I need to know how you... became so... crab...ulous...?
Tamatoa: Are you just trying to get me to talk about myself? Because if you are...I will gladly do so! In song form!
Moana, Maui
Moana: Maui? Anyone here? Everything looks so deserted. I am Moana of Motunui. You will board my boat, sail across the sea, and restore the Heart of Te Fiti. You will board my boat.
Maui: Hey, nice boat. Mind if I take it for a little spin? Thanks.
Moana: Hey! That's mine! Wait... Are you Maui? Shape-shifter? Demigod of the wind and sea? I, am Moana of –
Maui: Hero of men.
Moana: What?
Maui: Maui, shape-shifter, demigod of the wind and sea, hero of men--
Moana: Uh, I am Mo--
Maui: Sorry, sorry. Men and women. Maui is a hero to all. I interrupted. From the top...
Moana, Hei Hei, Pua, Gramma Tala
Moana: Pua! Hei Hei!
Hei Hei: Hey-hey-hey, Moana! (Pua looks worried)
Moana: What's wrong?
Pua: It's the coconuts. They're black.
Moana: Black? I've never seen that before. (Gramma enters)
Hei Hei: Hey-hey-hey, Moana! Have you ever seen a purple coconut?
Moana and Pua: No, Hei Hei.
Gramma Tala: I know why the coconuts are black.
Moana: Gramma Tala!
Pua, Hei Hei: Tell us! Please.
Gramma Tala: You three haven't been listening to my stories.
Hei Hei: No offense Gramma Tala, but your stories are really boring--
Pua: Hei Hei!
Hei Hei: I mean...confusing.
Gramma Tala: Te Ka's poison has finally reached Motunui. Te Ka won't stop until every island, every single one of us, is devoured by the blood-thirsty jaws of inescapable death!!
Chief Tui, Moana, Sina
Moana: Dad, what if the answers to Motonui's problems are out there?
Chief Tui: Moana, you are the future of our people. And they are not out in the ocean. They're right here.
Sina: One day soon, they'll all depend on you.
Chief Tui: It's time to be who they need you to be.
Moana: (realizing) I need to be who they need me to be.
Perdita, Pongo
Perdita: Cruella! Cruella De Vil has stolen our puppies! Oh, Pongo, do you think our pets will ever find them?
Pongo: I don't know, Perdita.
Perdita: We can't let down our puppies. Surely there must be a way to save them!
Pongo: Well, yes. There's the Twilight Bark.
Perdita: The Twilight Bark? But, dear, that's only a gossip chain.
Pongo: Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news. And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know.
Perdita: All right, dear. Let's try it. There's no time to lose!
Narrators, Cruella, Horace & Jasper
Narrator 1: So life went on at Roger and Anita's house, and everyone was happy.
Narrator 2: They thought they seen the last of their mean and awful neighbor.
Narrator 3: But what they didn't know was that she was busy making plans...
Narrator 4: Evil plans.... with her two evil henchmen, Horace and Jasper.
Cruella: What do you mean we've run out of fur! We can't have run out of fur! My pattern calls for a muff and boots! I want my matching muff and boots!
Horace: Blimey, Cruella! We've bought up every Dalmatian puppy in all of London!
Jasper: And there are no more for sale in a hundred miles of here!
Cruella: (Laughing wickedly) Who said anything about a sale? My muff and boots are living right next door...
Horace: But I thought that artsy couple with all the dogs was living next door.
Cruella: Exactly, nincompoops!
Anita, Roger, Cruella
Anita: Oh, I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita and Pongo would be heartbroken!
Cruella: Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves. Here's a hundred for the lot.
Roger: (indignant) Cruella, we're not selling the puppies.
Cruella: Oh, surely, you must be joking. Two hundred!
Roger: No, no, no. I—I—I mean it.
Cruella: All right, you've forced my hand. Three zillion pounds. And that's my final offer!
Roger: I'm sorry Cruella. We are not selling a single one.
Puppies
Penny: What's going on? Were are we?
Dot: Cruella's fur vault.
Spot: They brought us here.
Pepper: Gee, what do you suppose she could want with all of us?
Cruella: (off stage) Watch where you're going, you nincompoops!
Penny: Looks like we're about to find out!
Patch: Quick, hide!
