Scene: The Frankenstein’s bedroom, Clyde is behind the curtains with one of the sugar Plum Faeries.

Monster: What shall we do?

Frankenstein: Everything will be all right. You worry too much.

Monster: There is a way to foil the doctors plans…

Frankenstein: And that is?

Monster: For us to work together and not against each other.

Frankenstein: That is impossible.

Monster: Why?

Frankenstein: I think it would be best for you… to just leave. Leave here, leave me. Dr. Pretorius will only use you if you stay, and use you to hurt me, hurt my wife…

You cannot stay here, surely you see that…your presence here allows him to control the situation—using our fears against us.

Monster: But what about—how I feel?

Frankenstein: [laughing] Nothing can come of these feelings.

Monster: [growing angry] You have felt them too.

Frankenstein: I don’t deny that, but you must believe me. I have no intention of bringing you back into this house, and I will never acknowledge you to the villagers. I suppose we have only this Clyde to carry on with this tale—

Monster: Clyde? That buffoon boffing faeiries behind the curtain? He is the one who will tell our story?

Frankenstein: [laughing to himself…]

Monster: You amaze me…

At this moment Dr. Pretorius appears. Clyde extricates himself from the curtains, and plops down on a chair, legs crossed and holding his pencil to his pad—as though he had been there all along.

Dr. Pretorius: Well, I trust you have had a good visit, and that your man Igor is hard at work preparing the lab?

Frankenstein: Yes, of course.

Dr. Pretorius: And you, Clyde, I assume you have had your ears open and have taken notice, yes?
All that is left is for us to restrain you, my dear.

Monster: Restrain me?

Dr. Pretorius: Yes, my dear, we can’t very well have you roaming about, or going off half cocked. If nothing else, one of the villagers might spy you and then all would be lost. At the very sight of you, people have a tendency to behave rather rashly and I shan’t risk this momentous occasion on the impetuous behavior of a lovesick monstrosity, such as yourself!

Come now… down to the lab… I noticed some rather interesting restraining devices. I imagine you might be familiar with them. Perhaps you would prefer I have Igor come up and fetch you?

Monster: [looking about as if for help] I refuse…

Frankenstein: [amused] Oh, come… it will be like… old times…

The monster gives Frankenstein a hateful look.

Dr. Pretorius: Yes—I shall accompany you, and leave Clyde here with the good doctor.
Please… take my arm… [to Frankenstein and to Clyde] We shan’t be but a moment…

With great dignity the monster surrenders its arm, while Dr. Pretorius goes on chatting aimlessly and they depart.

Lights down.

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