Welcome to your jungle
You can find John on New Play Exchange @john-patrick-bray and on Facebook @jpdplaywright“The jumping spider” by David Fairchild and Marian Fairchild (1914)
Characters:
Amanda Leads, 20s-30s, roommate to Buster, Amanda’s lifelong friend
Buster Joint, 20s-30s, roommate to Amanda, Buster’s lifelong friend
Note: These two love each other; it does not have to be romantic. It could be. But it
doesn’t have to be.
Setting:
Rooftop of a building in a small, decaying city in Generic America (Generica)
(At rise. We find ourselves on a rooftop of an apartment building. This should be evident by decaying bricks, patches of tar roof (if possible), and the sounds of a depressed city below – whatever that means to you. There are trees, planted in a manner that could only be described as half-assed. There are what appear to be golden webs around the trees. There are a few jars of sand, and a small kiddie pool with a small plant inside. Every once in a while, something rustles in the trees. There is a door upstage which probably leads to the stairway to this truly sad display of architectural neglect. The door opens. AMANDA LEADS enters. Her eyes are covered by BUSTER JOINT.)
BUSTER
Okay, now just slow...
AMANDA
We’re on the roof. I know we’re on the roof.
BUSTER
Yes, just slow.
AMANDA
If you’re going to murder me, I’d rather you like, you know...don’t murder me.
BUSTER
I’m about to kill you with kindness. I’m removing my hands, but keep your eyes closed.
(He does. She does. He removes a pair of
binoculars from his pocket. They’re small
and silver and black.)
Now, hold out your hands.
(She does. He smiles real glad-like and puts
the binoculars in her hands. She reacts. She
moves them around in her hands.)
AMANDA
Are these lenses?
BUSTER
Yes! Don’t smudge them.
AMANDA
Okay.
BUSTER
You can open your eyes.
(She does. She takes in the trees.)
AMANDA
What.... what is all this?
BUSTER
Welcome to the jungle!
(He pushes a little button, and a song such as
Guns ‘n Roses “Welcome to the Jungle”
starts to play – a song such as, we say,
because of copyright.)
AMANDA
Yo! Cut it!
BUSTER
Don’t you get it?! IT’S YOUR JUNGLE! Your world!
AMANDA
Oh.
(He dances a little. She still seems puzzled.
He looks at her and turns off the music.)
BUSTER
Do you remember?
AMANDA
Uh. No.
BUSTER
Come on, when we were kids, we were all into Dora the Explorer and Indiana Jones. Anywhere with a jungle, you said.
AMANDA
When did I say that?
BUSTER
When we were kids!
AMANDA
Huh. I don’t remember. This is very nice, but I don’t remember.
BUSTER
Then I’ll just have to remind you!
AMANDA
Okay?
BUSTER
Come on! Look through your binoculars. Take a look in the trees.
AMANDA
...bugs?
BUSTER
The most exotic bugs I could find. I ordered a whole set of the Belostomatidae.
AMANDA
...the what?
BUSTER
Giant Peruvian water bugs.
AMANDA
...giant water bugs? Where’s the water?
(BUSTER points to the kiddie pool.
AMANDA does not go near it.)
BUSTER
Oh. I also bought 300 Joro Spiders from a dealer in Japan. Look at their webs!
(She gets closer.)
No, no, through your binoculars!
(She looks at him. She looks through the
binoculars.)
AMANDA
ACK! What the Hell??
BUSTER
Joros!
AMANDA
They’re frigging HUGE! GOD, I don’t want to see them that close.
BUSTER
I know, right?!!
AMANDA
Please, for the love of God, Buster Joint...don’t tell me you introduced non-native insects into our city.
BUSTER
Look at this place, Mandy Leads. They won’t get far. Unless they catch the wind, in which case, eh. This place becomes a little more exotic.
AMANDA
They’re enormous! Like enormous silk spiders!
BUSTER
See! Their webs are golden and are as tough as dental floss.
AMANDA
Oh my God! WHY?!!
BUSTER
Because you deserve the best.
AMANDA
The best invasive species that money can buy???
BUSTER
There you go!
(Beat.)
When we were kids, you wanted to see the world. Go to Africa. South America. The Sahara. Tokyo. Places we used to watch Indiana Jones venture to.
AMANDA
That’s right! We wanted to travel by map!
BUSTER
Yes!
AMANDA
All adventurers travel by map.
BUSTER
And here.
(He removes a roll of red tape from his pocket.)
If you hold this out with me, we can do it.
(He starts the tape on the ground near the trees.)
The Jorors of Japan.
(He makes a line with the tape to the kiddie
pool.)
The Water Bugs of Peru.
(He makes a line with the tape to the sand.)
And the desert.
(He does not tear the tape, or at least tries not
to. If it tears, he can continue.)
AMANDA
So. This is because we could never see the world.
BUSTER
Yes. So, I brought it to you.
AMANDA
Thank you. This is truly...terrifying. OH MY GOD IS THAT THE WATER BUG?!!
BUSTER
Yes!
AMANDA
I really don’t need binoculars for those. Oh my God! Our building is going to be infested!
BUSTER
I mean...isn’t it already?
AMANDA
Okay.
BUSTER
Where do you want to go first?
AMANDA
Home. Downstairs.
BUSTER
Oh.
AMANDA
I love it, Buster. I do. But right now, I think I just...I just want to hold you. This is the most amazing and gross thing anyone has ever done for me.
BUSTER
Thank you. You know I love you.
AMANDA
No one has ever brought me giant invasive roaches before. I love you, too.
(He smiles. She smiles. A tender beat.)
AAGH!!! ONE RAN ACROSS MY FOOT!
BUSTER
SWEET!
(She gives him a look.)
Okay, let’s take this red tape and lead it right to our door. And that way, the world will always be right here.
AMANDA
Right here.
(They smile. He moves the tape, trying not
to tear it (note: if it tears, he can
continue), and makes a line to the door. As
he does so, she holds up the binoculars and
looks at BUSTER. Blackout. End of play.)
About the playwright:
John Patrick Bray's plays include TRACKS (Official Selection: Lanford Wilson New American Play Festival); FRIENDLY'S FIRE (Winner: Appalachian Festival of Plays and Playwrights), TRICKSTER AT THE GATE (written under a grant from The NEA), HOUND (NYC, directed by Rachel Klein), among others. He has been a Semifinalist for both the O’Neill Playwrights Conference and the Princess Grace Foundation Playwriting Award. His plays are published by Next Stage Press, Original Works Publishing, and in several anthologies and journals. PhD, Theatre, LSU; MFA, Playwriting, The New School. John teaches at UGA.