(Opening Scene : Stock shot of audience of Women,
applauding. A man flourishing a handkerchief blows his nose. Then he
puts his handkerchief inside his shin and blows again. Stock shot
women applauding again.)
Compare: Ladies and gentlemen isn't she just
great eh, wasn't she just great. Ha, ha, ha, and she can run as fast
as she can sing, ha, ha, ha. And I'm telling you - 'cos I know. No,
only kidding. Ha, ha, ha. Seriously now, ladies and gentlemen, we
have for you one of the most unique acts in the world today. He's
... well I'll say no more, just let you see for yourselves... ladies
and gentlemen, my very great privilege to introduce
Arthur Ewing, and his musical mice.
Cut to Ewing.
Ewing: Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank
you. Ladies and gentlemen. I have in this box twenty-three white
mice. Mice which have been painstakingly trained over the past few
years, to squeak at a selected pitch. (he raises a mouse by its
tail) This is E sharp... and this one is G. You get the general
idea. Now these mice are so arranged upon this rack, that when
played in the correct order they will squeak 'The Bells of St
Mary's'. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you on the mouse organ 'The
Bells of St Mary's'. Thank you.
(He produces two mallets. He starts striking the mice while
singing quietly 'The Bells of St Mary's. Each downward stroke of the
mallet brings a terrible squashing sound and the expiring squeak. It
is quite clear that he is slaughtering the mice. The musical effect
is poor. After the first few notes people are shouting 'Stop it, stop
him someone, Oh my God'. He cheerfully takes a bow. He is hauled off
by the floor manager. He comes back and has a few more 'hits' before
being dragged off again.)