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OUR FORENSICS TEAM IS GETTING NEW UNICORNS By Bradley Walton Copyright 2015 by Bradley Walton, All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-60003-815-0 CAUTION: Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned that this Work is subject to a royalty. This Work is fully protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America and all countries with which the United States has reciprocal copyright relations, whether through bilateral or multilateral treaties or otherwise, and including, but not limited to, all countries covered by the Pan-American Copyright Convention, the Universal Copyright Convention and the Berne Convention. RIGHTS RESERVED: All rights to this Work are strictly reserved, including professional and amateur stage performance rights. Also reserved are: motion picture, recitation, lecturing, public reading, radio broadcasting, television, video or sound recording, all forms of mechanical or electronic reproduction, such as CD-ROM, CD-I, DVD, information and storage retrieval systems and photocopying, and the rights of translation into non-english languages. PERFORMANCE RIGHTS AND ROYALTY PAYMENTS: All amateur and stock performance rights to this Work are controlled exclusively by Brooklyn Publishers, LLC. No amateur or stock production groups or individuals may perform this play without securing license and royalty arrangements in advance from Brooklyn Publishers, LLC. Questions concerning other rights should be addressed to Brooklyn Publishers, LLC. Royalty fees are subject to change without notice. Professional and stock fees will be set upon application in accordance with your producing circumstances. Any licensing requests and inquiries relating to amateur and stock (professional) performance rights should be addressed to Brooklyn Publishers, LLC. Royalty of the required amount must be paid, whether the play is presented for charity or profit and whether or not admission is charged. AUTHOR CREDIT: All groups or individuals receiving permission to produce this play must give the author(s) credit in any and all advertisement and publicity relating to the production of this play. The author s billing must appear directly below the title on a separate line where no other written matter appears. The name of the author(s) must be at least 50% as large as the title of the play. No person or entity may receive larger or more prominent credit than that which is given to the author(s). PUBLISHER CREDIT: Whenever this play is produced, all programs, advertisements, flyers or other printed material must include the following notice: Produced by special arrangement with Brooklyn Publishers, LLC COPYING: Any unauthorized copying of this Work or excerpts from this Work is strictly forbidden by law. No part of this Work may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means now known or yet to be invented, including photocopying or scanning, without prior permission from Brooklyn Publishers, LLC. PUBLISHED BY BROOKLYN PUBLISHERS 1-888-473-8521

2 OUR FORENSICS TEAM IS GETTING NEW UNICORNS OUR FORENSICS TEAM IS GETTING NEW UNICORNS A Ten Minute Comedic Monologue By Bradley Walton SYNOPSIS: You re minding your business in the hall at school when you hear someone say that the forensics team is getting new unicorns. You never realized that unicorns were real, or that the school had a forensics team, so the two things together make perfect sense. You love unicorns, so you decide to join the forensics team as soon as you figure out what forensics is. As you ask around, you learn about forensic science, become convinced that the unicorns are for dissection, and conclude that it s up to you to save them! Someone finally suggests you misunderstood that the forensics team is actually getting new uniforms but you re too smart to fall for that. CAST OF CHARACTERS (1 either; gender flexible) NARRATOR (m/f)... A high school student who s fashionable but not too bright. SETTING: On bare stage. AUTHOR NOTES The genesis of this play was pretty much the first thing that happens in the script. I heard somebody say something about one of teams at my school getting new uniforms. Except I heard unicorns instead of uniforms. Fortunately, I realized immediately that I d misunderstood, instead of going on a crusade. Do Not Copy

BRADLEY WALTON 3 NARRATOR: So I m in the hall on my way to gym near the end of the day, and it s really crowed and noisy and stuff, but I hear somebody say that our forensics team is getting new unicorns. Now, I love unicorns, but I didn t know they were actually real, or that the school had a unicorn stable. Of course, I never realized the school had a forensics team, either, so it all makes sense. I have no idea what forensics is, but if they ve got unicorns, then I m joining. Since there s a team, it s probably some kind of sport where they ride unicorns, so I figure I ll ask my gym teacher about it. It seems kind of weird that we never cheer for the forensics team at pep rallies, but I guess the custodians don t want the unicorns to poop on the floor. When I get to gym class, I ask my teacher what forensics is. He says, It s like police science. Science? I really hope I heard him wrong. Yeah. They study crime scenes and do science stuff to look for clues. I stand there, trying to get his words to make sense. I m not even in the right place. Forensics is not a sport. It s police science. How do unicorns fit in with that? I guess the police ride the unicorns to crime scenes and impale criminals on the unicorns horns. But science is not my thing. I don t like it, and I get bad grades. Pretty much like all my other classes. Do I really want to keep going with this? Oh, who am I kidding? If it involves unicorns, I ll do it, even if there is science. Plus, if they re getting new unicorns, they must be getting rid of the old ones, so maybe they d give one to me. My gym teacher is staring at me. Is there anything else you wanted to ask? Who should I talk to about forensics? He shrugs. Maybe the biology teacher? So the next morning, I go see the biology teacher before school. I don t want to get into a really long conversation with him because I figure I won t be able to understand anything he says, so I just cut straight to what I want to know. Tell me about the forensics unicorns. He gives me a look that s all weird and stuff, like he doesn t know what unicorns I m talking about, even though I clearly said, forensics unicorns. What s up with this guy?

4 OUR FORENSICS TEAM IS GETTING NEW UNICORNS And then he says, What? All funny-like. You know the forensics unicorns! I don t know what you mean. Well, obviously, he s lying or hiding something. Forensics must be some kind of super-secret society, and that s why I ve never heard of them or seen the unicorns around school. I m not sure what to say next. Then I notice a little dead pig lying on the teacher s desk. It s pretty nasty. What s that for? That s a fetal pig. The class dissects those to learn about anatomy. I have no idea what he just said, which apparently he realizes because he adds, Students cut the pigs open to look at the insides. I don t know why anybody would want to look at the inside of a pig, but I nod my head. Then it hits me if they cut up pigs in his class and he s playing dumb about the forensics unicorns, then that might mean the unicorns aren t really for people to ride to crime scenes they re for cutting up, too! That must be why the forensics team is getting new unicorns they cut all the old ones into little bitty pieces! I smile, backing slowly away from the biology teacher, and leave the room without taking my eyes off of him. A man who chops up unicorns is capable of anything. Darn it! This means there aren t any leftover unicorns for me to get one of my own. But it also means even more unicorns are going to be butchered in the name of forensic science. I don t know what to do. Before yesterday, I never even knew unicorns were real. But I love them. I can t let this happen. And I can t stop it from happening if I m sitting in class. Which means I have an awesome reason to skip English.

BRADLEY WALTON 5 I head for the nearest bathroom, lock myself in a stall, pull out my phone, and stay there after the bell rings. The reception is lousy and it goes really slow, but I search the internet for information about forensics unicorns. Nothing comes up. I try searching just for forensics. I get tons of stuff about crime scenes and even some random junk about public speaking, but zilch about unicorns. Is this some kind of giant conspiracy? Or is it just a local thing? My town is pretty much smack in the armpit of nowhere. There could be someone breeding unicorns for the school s forensics team around here and the outside world would never know. This is terrible. I have to save the unicorns, but I don t even know where to find them! Thank you for reading this free excerpt from OUR FORENSICS TEAM IS GETTING NEW UNICORNS by Bradley Walton. For performance rights and/or a complete copy of the script, please contact us at: Brooklyn Publishers, LLC P.O. Box 248 Cedar Rapids, Iowa 52406 Toll Free: 1-888-473-8521 Fax (319) 368-8011 www.brookpub.com