Prologue
ZACHARY is drawing feverishly, describing as he goes.
ZACHARY: The day that the boy became king of everything in the world ever, school was cancelledâand kept being cancelled, for every day after that one, because it was the first thing the boy king changed!
The day he became king of the world, the boy walked down the main street and all the cars honked their horns! And ⊠And he marched into the town zoo and went straight up to the biggest lion, and it bowed down reverently to him. And he rode it everywhere after that! Raaaa!
On the boy kingâs crowning day he scared away a plague of mice that were eating all the crops, and side-waysed all the trees, and said the crown they gave him wasnât spectacular enough. So he had scientists in Nairobi and Nicaragua and Norway set up giant lasers and point them at the same spot in the sky! And when the beams of light hit, they made ⊠they made one giant beam, yeah, which reflected back down on wherever the kingâs head wasâand so forevermore, his crown was a giant beam of light that stretched up into space! Excellent!
Everyone had a vote a bit later on, and the boy king was voted the Best Boy King Ever, and they all decided to change the name of the month when he was bornâso thatâs why ⊠January is now called Zachuary! And why ⊠and why apples are now called Zaccles! And ⊠And why anytime anyone does anything amazing, all their friends say, âThat was Zactastic!â
Scene One
MUM enters.
MUM: You alright, Zachary?
ZACHARY: Iâm drawing, Mum! Drawing the most amazing story about/
MUM: /Oh, nice. Is that a tepee?
ZACHARY: What?! No, itâs quite obviously three lasers coming together to make one giant laser that bounces off a/
MUM: /Well, that blue car is great.
ZACHARY: Thatâs a lion, Mum! That is absolutely a lion. Look at the claws! Cars donât have clawsâare you serious?
MUM: Oh, a lion, right. Yeah, I see it nowâwith a little girl balancing on top.
Beat.
ZACHARY: That is me, Mother.
That is your own son, Zachary Briddling the boy king, riding on top of his super-duper lio/
MUM: /But sheâs got all that long hair/
ZACHARY: /Itâs reflective-super-laser-crown light, Mum! She is wearing ⊠he is wearing ⊠I am wearing a special crown made of lasers! Space lasers!
MUM: Oh. Right. Well ⊠good. Weâll put it on the fridge.
She takes the drawing and exits with it.
ZACHARY: Mums donât understand art. Dads neither. And they only ever put it on the fridge. Like, she never says:
MUM: This is phenomenal! The sense of ⊠of anticipation in the lionâs eyes! Eddie, look at this masterpiece!
DAD enters.
DAD: [stunned] Your use of asymmetry in the sideways trees!
ZACHARY: Exactly.
DAD: The ⊠the monochromatic mice plague harking back to Mayakovsky and the Russian agitprop aesthetic!
ZACHARY: You noticed.
MUM: This is too much!
DAD: Itâs inspired! Audrey, get Mr Stephens on the phone, from the big town gallery, the one with all those columns out the front! And only the most super-expensive art in it! And people with monocles walking around and stroking their chins and going âMmmâ, with their head tilted sideways! This has got to be part of an exhibition. [On the phone] Mm-hm. Yes. Oh, oui oui, monsieur. Zacharyâtheyâll take fifteen by next week!
ZACHARY: Iâll need some more crayons âŠ
MUM: Crayons! Iâm on it! Now if we just âŠ
They rush off. Beat.
ZACHARY: Thatâs something that doesnât happen.
And to be honest, itâs not entirely Mum and Dadâs fault. The truth is ⊠Iâm not the most amazing artist. AndâI...