In which Puck prepares to meddle, Hermia plans to move in, and Oberon and Titania make a wager.
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Episode One:An Honest PuckCast(In Order of Appearance)
Puck -- JOE CRUZ
Oberon -- TREVOR SCHECHTER
Helena -- AMELIA KINCH
Demetrius -- TONY WOODS
Hermia -- JACI SZILAGYI
Lysander -- GREG CARROBIS
Titania -- AVALON WILLOWBLOOM
Scene One
Setting: Puck, Oberon, and Titania’s penthouse apartment in Manhattan.
PUCK
[Directly to mic/audience]
Hey Mustardseed, Musty darling! Thanks for agreeing to edit this together for me! I mean, you haven’t agreed yet, but I know you’d never refuse me--so thanks!
[Chuckles to himself]
It is for a good cause. The best cause, really. You know how nice our place is, right? I mean, it’s a penthouse in Manhattan, so obviously it’s gorgeous. And you were here for that Halloween party, right? I remember you commenting on the gas stove. Something something plumbing renovations in New York are a nightmare, something. It was super boring but you seemed into it! And you know I support your boring interests heart and soul, Musty.
But did you know, it’s also rent controlled? We’ve been here for, what, fifty years? Oberon was in a deep cut v-neck and platform shoes when we moved in, so it’s been a hot minute.
So, rent controlled. Started in the 70s. You do the math. Tally it up in your head. Got it? Ready?
Cut it in half, Musty. Titania was on a streak, all about ‘charming humans out of their wits for fun and profit, not to mention style.’ I’m pretty sure the documents have a bit of the landlord’s drool preserved in the paper. Horrific, but hey.
Now Puck, you say, it sounds like things are great! What could you possibly need my help for? Well, it’s Oberon and Titania. You know how they are. No sense of respect for things! Remember that time Obie smashed Jimmy Hendrix’s guitar after Tiddy slept with him? They scold me, “so materialistic, Puck!” Meanwhile they’re leaving Dior this and Gucci that on the floor for the cat to nest in.
So you see, if I leave them to it, they’ll destroy this beautiful, beautiful oasis in their next knockdown, blow-out break up. It would honestly be a sin. It’d be a literal crime. But me? I would cherish this place, Musty. I would treat her like the lady she is.
So what I’m doing--what we’re doing, sorry darling--is saving the day, if you think about it. We’re going to get this baby the parent she deserves. Someone committed, someone clever, someone handsome - that’s right! Good ol’ Puck. Mr. Robin Goodfellow. Me.
Oh, and you! Of course. Whenever you get time away from throwing pollen about or whatever it is you do these days. And all I need is a teensy tiny favor...
[Pause to appreciate his genius, get smug]
When Oberon...
