Rabbithole

March 28th, 2021

Starring: Ally (female, teens/20’s), The Mad-gician (male, 40-60), Cashier (30’s)

The pet store.  The whole place is empty, save for Ally.  Even the Cashier “will be back in 5,” per the sign on the register.  Ally is in the food aisle, looking through the stacks of 30-pound kibble bags.  She browses the labels.  Indecision looms.  She eventually settles for a brand on a lower shelf.  She attempts to deadlift the bag into her cart, hoisting the bag onto one knee, then flipping the bag from her knee onto the cart.  She's successful getting the bag onto the knee, but in the transition to the cart, mishandles the drop, causing the bag to hit the edge of the cart.  The bag rips open, dropping hundreds of kibble pellets onto the floor.  

Ally stands there for a few silent moments, in a state of stunned self-hatred.  She pokes her head out of the aisle and looks to see if the Cashier is back from the register.  They aren’t.  

Ally looks to the front door, considering leaving the store altogether.  Her conscience gets the better of her.  Instead, she walks timidly towards the double cafeteria-style doors, into the back/employee area.  She pushes through.  On the other side is a large stock room, with palettes of food and supplies. 

ALLY 

H—Hello? 

No answer.  In the corner, Ally spies what appears to be a janitorial closet.  Upon opening, she finds the closet full of cleaning supplies, including a broom and dustpan, hanging on pegs on the wall.  

She takes the broom down, but strangely, the dustpan won’t budge.  She pulls, but still no give.  She puts the broom down and pulls on the dustpan with both hands, using a foot on the wall for leverage.  The dustpan moves, but doesn’t come off the wall.  Instead, it pulls down like a light switch.  The entire back panel of the closet screeches open, revealing a metal staircase leading down into the dark.  Little to lose, Ally swallows her fear and walks down.

The stairway leads to a small cellar, lit with one fluorescent bulb.  Taking up the vast majority of the space is what appears to be kid’s play pen, filled with at least 100 rabbits.  They’re all of uniform shape, size, and color: small, white, with pinkish-reddish eyes.  Next to the pen is a large whiteboard with dates, dollar amounts, and cities (Osaka, Kinshasa, Perth) scribbled all over.  Ally kneels down to the pen, getting closer to the rabbits’ level.  One notices her and comes up to the edge of the metal bars, sniffing her hand.  Ally reaches out a finger to touch it:

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Lost? 

Ally wheels around to see The Mad-gician, wearing a full three-piece suit and black top hat.

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Who are you? 

ALLY 

Uh 

Who are you? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

I asked you first.  Explain yourself. 

ALLY 

I think you should.   

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Why? 

ALLY 

Or I’ll report you to the FBI for animal smuggling. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Animal smuggler?!  You really think—? 

ALLY 

Isn’t it obvious? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Dear me, no! 

ALLY 

It’s obvious to me. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Your obvious is mistaken. 

ALLY 

Then maybe your obvious should explain itself. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Well...isn’t my obvious obvious? 

I deal in rabbits.   

I breed them, feed them, and when they’re ready, I sell them. 

ALLY 

Is it legal? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

No. 

ALLY 

Is it illegal? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

No. 

ALLY 

Then what is it? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

It is.   

ALLY 

It is? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

It is it is.   

Everyone benefits, not a soul harmed.   

ALLY 

Why do people want your rabbits? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Ha!  Well isn’t it obvious? 

ALLY 

To you. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

To you too.  

ALLY 

Where? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Your subconscious, of course.  

ALLY 

How? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Have you been to a magic show? 

ALLY 

Yes. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Then surely you’ve seen the magician pull a rabbit out of a hat. 

ALLY 

Yes. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

What color was the rabbit? 

ALLY 

White.  White, with a pinkish nose. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

See, you see!  The obvious can be obvious even if you’re oblivious. 

ALLY 

You sell hat rabbits? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

All over the world. 

ALLY 

So any time any magician pulls a rabbit out of a hat—? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

It came from right here.   

ALLY 

All of them? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Are you doubtful? 

ALLY 

Well I don’t know.  Maybe there are other hat rabbiters. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Are you aware of any? 

ALLY 

No.   

THE MAD-GICIAN 

I suppose it’s just me then! 

... 

It's quite niche, I understand.  But people need me.  A magician's no good without a good rabbit. 

ALLY 

I suppose. 

… 

It’s strange.  That you even exist.  Hat rabbits aren’t something one needs knowing about unless you need a hat rabbit.  Nobody thinks about it, except the ones that do. 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Most things aren’t meant for everyone to know.   

ALLY 

You think? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

I know.  If everyone knew everyone’s place, no one would have one. 

ALLY 

So how do I find it?  My place? 

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Oh, heaven knows.  

Perhaps you’ve got to stumble down more holes.   

The Mad-gician pulls off his hat and reaches his hand in.

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Poke around, see what’s inside. 

Of course, he pulls out a white rabbit, the same one Ally was about to pet.  He holds it out for her.

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Something to remember me by. 

Ally takes the rabbit, cuddling it in her hands.

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Now no FBI calls, would you please?  I’ve got an urgent sale to San Salvador.   

And I believe you’ve got a spill requiring some attention? 

Before Ally can ask, The Mad-gician does some jazz hands:

THE MAD-GICIAN 

Magic. 

Now if you wouldn't mind...? 

Ally takes a moment, then slowly walks with her rabbit past The Mad-gician to the bottom of the stairwell.  She nods, and he tips his hat, turning to the whiteboard, frantically writing more numbers and formulas.  Ally runs up the stairs, emerging from the janitor’s closet.  She switches the dustpan switch, and the back panel reseals.  She walks out through the storage room and through the swinging doors, back into the store.   When she reaches the food aisle, the mess has been cleaned, the kibble bag neatly placed into her cart.  Ally wheels her cart to the register, where the cashier is back:

ALLY 

Sorry did you um—? 

CASHIER 

Yes? 

ALLY 

The kibble? 

CASHIER 

Aisle seven. 

ALLY 

Yes but did you...? 

The Cashier stares back, confused.

ALLY 

Nevermind.   

Just checking out. 

The cashier nods, scanning the bag of kibble:

CASHIER 

Find all you were looking find today? 

ALLY 

No.  Not at all. 

END OF PLAY

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