One Act Radio Play - True Feelings of the Hero

Task: Write a 4 page (radio play) in which you use 2-3 characters to introduce some sort of a problem and work it through to some sort of a resolution.

Avoid using a narrator.


True Feelings of the Hero - One Act Radio Play by Kyle Lowe

[Alarm clock sounds as a groaning sound rises, then fades. It is 7 o' clock in the morning]

Drake:
Ugh, what the hell happened here? (Footsteps can be heard while rustling through beer cans on the floor) Alex! Alex!..... Alex! Where's my toothbrush? (pounds on door)

[Door opens and a young man, about 20 years of age enters, slightly dazed.]

Alex:
(Yawns) What is with all this racket?

Drake:
I know I left my toothbrush in your room?

Alex:
In my room... Now, why would your toothbrush be in here?

Drake:
Well, just between you and me, I just so happen to sleepwalk through people's bedrooms with my toothbrush in my mouth.

Alex:
(Scratches head) What are you trying to say?

Drake:
Take a look, see anything interesting?

Alex:
(Confused) Wait here.

(Closes door, then opens the door several seconds later)

(Screaming) What the hell is that?

Drake:
(Laughs) Ooh, let me see! (Floor creaks) I believe that is called a Creeper.

Alex:
(Still screaming) Why is there and old man sitting on my chair?!?!?

Drake:
Funny story actually. You see, this guy was following me around last night and I mean, (Chuckles) he was persistent. The point is, he promised that he wasn't a pervert. Can we keep him? (Excitedly) I always wanted a pet. I'll feed him and change him and I'll tell him goodnight stories and lets not forget, give him his medication.

Alex:
Normally, I try to ignore all of the shenanigans that you get yourself into, but I cannot take having an old man staring at me constantly while I'm trying to sleep at night!

Drake:
(Discouraged) So I can't keep him? What if I got another bed so you two can share a room?

Alex:
(Screaming) Get him out of here!

Drake:
Alright. (Starts walking away and then walks back over) On one condition!

Alex:
(Sighs) What is it?

Drake:
We're both reasonable men right? If I do what you want, you gotta do something for me.

Alex:
(Annoyed tone) Mhmmm... So what do you want?

Drake:
I want you sir, to find the one responsible for the theft of my toothbrush.

Alex:
(Pulls out a comb and combs his hair) What makes you so certain that somebody would walk in between the time that you were sleep walking and now to steal a toothbrush?

Drake:
Trust me, I know A LOT of people who are sinister to steal one man's toothbrush. It is an absolute threat.

Alex:
(Sarcastic) What kind of person steals toothbrushes?

Drake:
(Stomps on floor) Dentists, men in trench coats, men with poor oral hygiene and even...

(Taps on window)


Alex:
(Flustered) Drake, a window cannot move on its own.


Drake:
No, not that. Crossing guards.

[Enter a young woman, about 20 years of age. She is completely unaware of the conversation.]

Crossing guards are the greatest evil that the world has come to know!

Michelle:
Did I come at a bad time?

Drake:
(Loudly) Yes you did! (Slams desk)

Alex:
(Sighs) Okay, I've heard enough. Good luck getting your toothbrush.

[He exits. Door closes.]

Drake:
(Whispering) Now, I am following a suspect who may have the information to the whereabouts of my toothbrush. Please be warned, she may be armed and dangerous.

Michelle:
You know I can hear you, right?

Drake:
Oh, your good... (Snaps fingers) So, you think that you're innocent. Well, let's see how innocent you really are. (Clicks pen) Where were you on the day of today?

Michelle:
(Laughs) All of this for a toothbrush? You really freak out over the simplest things.

Drake:
(Yelling) I do not!

Michelle:
You want your toothbrush? Just look in the bathroom.

Drake:
(Loud footsteps) Finally! (Hits the wall)

Michelle:
After I'm done with it... (Laughs)

[Door closes and she exits. Then the shower is turned on.]

(Drake's footsteps can be heard and the sound of couch springs as he sits down)

Drake:
(Calmly) Hello out there, I'm Drake. I'm sorry you had to hear that, but that is something called life. You may be wondering what I did last night and that would be (awkward pause) that would be life as well, apart from the old man who I brought home. That old man, he represents (pause) okay, there's nothing too special about him, he is just a complete stranger I let into my house. Now, you may be asking yourself, "What the hell was he thinking?" There's a little old saying that I go by and that is 'Open your heart to those around you, treat them with care' and 'When your toothbrush goes missing, hunt for it.'

[Door opens and Alex enters]

Alex:
You're still looking for that thing?

Drake:
(Starts to cry) ...Yeah.

Alex:
Need my help?

Drake:
(Excited and yelling) Do I ever!

Alex:
You're sitting on it.

Drake:
What? What am I sitting on?

Alex:
(Smacks) You're sitting on your toothbrush!

Drake:
Oh. (Chuckles) My bad.

Alex:
Got that right.

[He exits]

Drake:
Oh Brushy, I missed you! I don't ever want to lose you again. (Footsteps, followed by the opening of a door) I'm Drake, I'm an idiot, so try to teach me slowly.

[Door closes and Drake exits]

the End