(waddling in with a tail and a snuffle) By my two-left-footed flunnel and fan, That’s Romeo, girl — a Montague man! And here comes a Tizzle-Topped, Grickle-gone feud! Hide your bonnet, my child — get un-Seussified, dude!
(They freeze. A Grinch-like silence. Then laughter.)
(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! the seussification of romeo and juliet
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?
What boy is that, with the wuzzle-worn hair? My Nurse! Come quick! There’s a Zowerling there! (waddling in with a tail and a snuffle)
’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!
(leaping up a twisty-turvy ladder) I take thee at thy word! Call me but Love-Hop, I’ll be new-Seuss-baptized and never more stop! No Montague, no Capulet, no Grinch-hearted kin— Just a two-footed thing with a thingamajig grin! (They freeze
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!
