(They freeze. A Grinch-like silence. Then laughter.)
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose-beak Would smell as sweet if it went squeak-squeak-squeak! So doff thy name, and for no name at all, Be my Fizza-ma-Wizza, my Wocket, my Wall! the seussification of romeo and juliet
(from below, popping out of a truffula bush) Shall I hear more, or speak I at this tick-tock? Her speech is all snergelly, but my heart goes knock-knock! (They freeze
’Tis but thy name that is my nennifer-nemesis. A rose by any other word would still smell as smumulous. So Romeo, pluck off thy Montague sticker, And I’ll be thy Zizzer, thy Zower, thy Zicker! That which we call a rose-beak Would smell
What boy is that, with the wuzzle-worn hair? My Nurse! Come quick! There’s a Zowerling there!
Then hush, my sweet Snuvvle, my Foona-lagoona— Let’s run off and marry before next Blue Noona! Would you like a full one-act script, more scenes (the fight, the potion, the ending), or a list of punny Seuss-style character names?
Two houses, both alike in grand flair, In fair Verona—quite a Seussian affair. From ancient grudge break to new muttering, Where every line comes with a hop and a spluttering. No dagger, no poison, no tragic, sad stuff— Just Thing One, Thing Two, and a whofliphicated fluff. Young Romeo, lonesome with a heart like a pail, Meets Juliet, who speaks in a twistiferous tale. A mash-up, a mash-up, oh what could be stranger? A balcony, a nonsense, a Zizzer-Zazzer-Zunger! With a Grickle-beast nurse and a Friar named Gootch, This play will go snuff-belly-bumpity-looch! So toss out your sonnets, your stabbing, your strife, It’s Seuss plus Will Shakespeare — a romp of a life! Sample Scene: The Balcony (But Seussified) JULIET (perched on a curly-whirly balcony) O Romeo, Romeo! Where for art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father and spurn thy name-o. Or if thou wilt not, just be but my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet above.