Reg- I can't believe were here in Washington, D.C., and I'm stuck
here with you two doing chores.
Con- How did we get stuck mopping the deck again, anyway?
Reg- William told Admiral Cohen's wife that she looked like Winston
Churchill.
Wil- Personally, I'd be flattered if someone told me I looked like
Winston Churchill. He was a great man.
Con- William, you never tell a woman she looks like a man, it's just
not proper.
Reg- You don't have much room to talk, Conrad. (sarcastically)
William was only joking, Mrs. Cohen, Winston Churchill didn't have a beard.
Wil- Why do Cap'n Arthur and Admiral Cohen get to go to an
international convention and we don't?
Reg- Because, William, they have power. Sailors like us don't get to
do anything but mop decks.
Con- Reginald, do you think that Cap'n Arthur will get to meet the
president?
Reg- I doubt it. The president of the United States is much too busy
to meet British naval officers.
Wil- Reginald, if America is the land of the free and the home of the
brave, what does that make England?
Reg- The land of the queen and the home of the crumpets.
Con- You know what? I've been to America five times and I've never
once gotten more than one afternoon of shore leave.
Wil- Me neither. Boy I'd sure love to see Washington, D.C.. The White
House, the Lincoln Memorial, the Smithsonian. Thinking about it just makes
me want to sing. (singing) Oh, say, can you see...
(enter Jonathon)
Jon- (interupts) Afternoon, Reginald, Conrad, William.
Reg, Con, Wil- Good day, Jonathon.
Con- Are you stuck on the ship, too?
Jon- Not a chance. I'm taking a shuttle bus to the city. Well, I'm on
my way.
(Exit Jonathon)
Wil- Why does Jonathon get to go to Washington while we're stuck
here?
Con- Yeah, I'm tired of this. Cap'n Arthur is always picking on us.
Reg- Well, what are you going to do, complain to Cap'n Arthur?
Wil, Con- (under breath) No, not me.
(slight pause)
Con- I know, we'll write Admiral Cohen an anonymous letter, and ask
for more time off for the sailors on Cap'n Arthur's ship!
Reg- Good show, Conrad! (pulls out pen and paper)
Wil- Yeah, and I know just what to write! (takes pen and paper,
starts to write as others look on)
(Enter Cap'n Arthur and Admiral Cohen)
Cap'n - Whatcha up to, boys?
Con- Oh, just making sure the deck is in tip top shape. (William
drops note)
Wil- Yes, and I can asure you that it is both tip and top!
Cap'n- That it is, good work gents.
Adm- (looks down, picks up note) What's this?
(William checks pockets, Conrad and Reginald
both glare at William)
Adm- (reading) Dear Admiral Cohen, Cap'n Arthur treats us bad.
An anonymous note from William, Reginald and Conrad. P.S., your wife doesn't
really look like Winston Churchill.
Cap'n- (calmly) You boys have some explaining to do.
Reg, Con, Wil- (altogether) I didn't do it, he did it! (all
point at each other)
Reg- To tell you the truth, Cap'n...
Con- (interupts) We were set up!
Wil- Yes! Sam the cook wrote the note to get even with us because
Conrad insulted his meatloaf!
Cap'n- I really don't want to hear your excuses...
Con- (interupts again) We found the note in a bottle!
Wil- YES! And we didn't know how to get to it but then there was this
big tidal wave, and...
Cap'n- (loudly) ATTENTION!!!
Wil- (finishing his sentence)...I'll just shut up.
Cap'n- Boys, I don't care why you wrote the note. I was going to give
you two days of shore leave, but in light of all that has happened...
(enter Ensign Drake)
Ensn- (saluting) Excuse me, Captain Arthur, but the President
has arrived.
Cap'n- Thank you, Ensign Drake.
(Exit Ensign Drake)
Con- The President?
Cap'n- Yes. In all this excitement, I never got to tell the crew that
the President of the United States of America is going to join us on our
ship. Would you boys like to meet him?
Reg- Would we?
Wil- Ooooh, I haven't been this excited since that Tom Jones concert!
Cap'n- (to offstage) Mr. President, welcome to our ship. (to
sailors)Over here, lads.
(Reginald, Conrad, and William walk, awestruck.)
Cap'n- Mr. President, I'd like you to meet three of our finest
sailors.
(Reginald, Conrad, and William shake The
President's hand, who is actually just offstage.)
Adm- Well, Mr. President, we really must be getting along. The
banquet room awaits.
(Exit Cap'n Arthur and Admiral Cohen)
Wil- (suddenly serious) They elected him to be their leader?
Reg- In this country they have the right to be foolish.