Strip 682

(The burned, bruised and bloody cast lines up in front of the smoldering remains of the set for the finale)

CAST    CAST        (Singing)  We’re only sayin’,

“You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!

Oklahoma, O.K.!”


(The cast freezes in their final tableau as they wait for some response from the audience)


NICK        Where’s the applause?

PLAGUE    (walking on stage and hooking her thumb toward the audience) They’re all asleep.

RICHARD    The entire audience?


PLAGUE    Every single one of them.  That has to be a theatrical first.

MADRID    At least they didn’t walk out.