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                                          FORBIDDEN VALLEY 7

                                          CHARMED and DANGEROUS

                                          During the dinner, audience will be asked to fill out a tally sheet (completely bogus) to vote for the SEVEN WONDRES of FORBIDDEN VALLEY. The show opens with  the SIBLING ROBBERS scooting into the dining room (We need a scooter) SIB 1 jumps off, brandishes  toy gun. Goes around and picks up the seven wondres voting sheets that were at each table., goes back to narrator.

                                           

                                          NARRATOR:

                                          There once was a valley forbidden,

                                          Whose dangerous charms were quite hidden.

                                          But not for this night!
                                          You’ll see them all right!


                                          And your friends  will be sorry they didden!

                                           

                                          The three all ride off on the scooter, as cast enters.

                                           

                                           

                                          Boody Mary ( South Pacific)

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          And that just makes us glad.

                                           

                                          If you don’t live here,  then boo hoo for you

                                          If you don’t live here,   then boo hoo for you

                                          If you don’t live here then, boo hoo for you

                                          We think you should be sad.

                                           

                                          We are polite here, we will hold the door

                                          We are polite here, we will hold the door

                                          We are polite here, we will hold the door

                                           If you’re rude then we get mad.

                                           

                                          The stop lights talk here, tell us when to cross

                                          The stop lights talk here, tell us when to cross

                                          The stop lights talk here, tell us when to cross

                                          And we think that’s totally rad.

                                           

                                          Life is a game here,and we like to win

                                          Life is a game here, and we like to win

                                          Life is a game here, and we like to win

                                          If you lose  that’s  just too bad.

                                           

                                          They built Penn State here, they wear blue and white

                                           They built Penn State here, they wear blue and white

                                           They built Penn State here, they wear blue and white

                                          But some of us wear plaid.

                                           

                                           

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          And that just makes us glad.

                                           

                                           

                                          NARRATOR:
                                          Welcome to the  seventh annual  End of the Year Review Revue,  a lackadaisical, haphazard and local look at 2007.   We love to think  of our Forbidden Valley as peaceful and quiet, a charmed haven where graceful youth gain knowledge at the feet of learned professors, silver haired retirees bask in their golden years. If there is any conflict between  these generations, it’s an all-in-good-fun arm wrestle smack down over which of them is having the best years of their lives. Our schools  thrive, even when beset by visions and distress signals, our housing market does not collapse very much, our elected leaders would never sling mud, confining themselves to the casting of aspersions, which they throw like girls.   And yet, we must acknowledge, from time to time, danger lurks.  Maybe not around every corner, but here and there, when the occasional  stop sign is run, or the random athlete is disrespected by someone outnumbered and smaller than himself.    


                                           

                                          Yet, if you poll the average Forbidden Valley resident on this topic,( which has been done and if you weren’t polled, it means you’re not average)you’ll find that  they don’t care for nagging fear and upsetting news. That’s not why we live here.  We don’t pay good money not to have it!   We reject  these annoying disturbances of our collective concord! We look on the bright side!  Indeed, we are notorious for our phlegm.  Penn State’s Nuclear reactor (the oldest continuously operating reactor in the country, BTW.  Doesn’t anything  retire around here?) is leaking.  What of it?   Experts with very good educations and many advanced degrees from esteemed institutions assure us that they are pretty certain there is nothing much to worry about, and they just about have the darn thing fixed.   E Coli in the hamburger patties at  Wegmans!?  You can return it!! No questions asked!! Money back!  Swap your meat!!   String of armed robberies with masked gunman and getaway driver?  The perps are siblings.   Even our criminals have family values.  How wonderful is that?

                                                   And speaking of wonders, who needs  wonders from ancient lands that didn’t have football teams! Whose people didn’t speak English?  Who probably didn’t even have ONE Walmart, let alone two and a Sam’s club?   The Centre Daily Times Readers voted this year on the 7 Wonders of Centre County, so we could remind ourselves how special we really are –  what other places  on this earth can boast of, ALL IN ONE PLACE,   a reasonably high hill, a three day  opportunity for buying  costly items of little utility, an unusually shaped barn, a livestock fair with tents, a  small trout stream running through a limestone cavern,  fireworks on the 4th of July and quite a large stadium? HMMMM?  Beat that,   Mausoleum of Halikarnassos.

                                                  So here we are, a community  of  latter day Adams and Eves, post fumble.   Who needs a garden, we have a whole  valley.  We don’t have the apple any more, but  from a single seed that was stuck between our teeth, and the good  help of  Extension officers from the PSU College of Agriculture, we’ve cultivated the entire tree of knowledge, and it’s growing right here in our backyard.   Could this explain why, even though we know the world is a dangerous place, we find our own existence charming? The answer to that question and many more probably don’t await, but we invite you to come along anyway with us as we journey to FORBIDDEN VALLEY SEVEN, CHARMED AND DANGEROUS.

                                           

                                          THE ROBBERS COME BACK, with large bag labeled LOOT

                                           

                                          NARRATOR- What’s this?

                                          SIB 1. :  Songs you’ve stolen to write this show.

                                          NARRATOR- I was wondering where that went.   Let me see that.

                                          SIB 2.  Pay up first.  Ransom.

                                          NARRATOR:  Watch! I will disarm them…

                                           

                                          There once were two siblings quite daring

                                          A life of bold crime they were sharing

                                          To the Snappy’s they go

                                          And run off with the dough

                                          Their boldness, there is no comparing.


                                          SIB 1- Not bad.


                                          SIB 2, Cheese it, the singers! (They scoot off)

                                           

                                          NARRATOR: Thanks.

                                          This year, good Pennsylvanians face a serious danger  on our highways. Worse than rampaging deer or sleep deprived truck drivers, or being rerouted through Berwich because the ice on Rte 80 somehow escaped the notice of PennDot. No! A fiercer danger  than that.- TOLLS!!   

                                           

                                           “Stuck With a Tollway Again”   [to the tune of CCR’s “Lodi”]

                                           

                                          Just about a year ago,

                                          They set out to tax the road

                                          Seeking each town’s suggestions

                                          But looking for a pot of gold

                                           

                                          “Potholes bad, bridges worse,”

                                          Seems like the same old tune

                                          Oh, Lord, Stuck With a Tollway Again.

                                           

                                          Probably they’ll charge a dollar

                                          For every mile we pass

                                          And every time we’ll have to pay

                                          Just to exit for some gas

                                          You know I might catch the new bus

                                          Over to New York

                                          Oh Lord, Stuck With a Tollway Again…

                                           

                                          TOLLS! But not on our dear Route 99, which will be opened, which must be opened..just a few loose toxic boulders to tidy up…And speaking of pyrite, have we figured out what to do with it yet???  AH we have a charming proposal that will solvetwo problems at once..

                                           

                                          [Segue into “A Spoonful of Pyrite”]

                                           

                                           

                                          SPOONFUL OF SUGAR)

                                          In every  road that must be built

                                          There are expenses to the hilt

                                          Just charge a toll and SNAP

                                          The bills are paid

                                           

                                           

                                          But  drivers will bellyache

                                          Route 80 they won’t take

                                          This plan you’ll  see, can solve problems A and B!

                                           

                                          Take a handful of pyrite and  drive it out of town

                                          And drive it out of town,

                                          And drive it out of town

                                          Just one handful of pyrite, we can spread it all around,

                                          In a cost effective way.

                                           

                                          PennDot never really guessed

                                          How they’d be put to the test

                                          While carving out land for 99.

                                          Now the pyrite pile is high

                                          Storage space they have to buy

                                          And the fee will be passed to you and me.

                                           

                                          BUT NOT if you

                                           

                                           Take a handful of pyrite and drive it out of town

                                          And drive it out of town,

                                          And drive it out of town

                                          Just one handful of pyrite, we can spread it all around,

                                          In a cost effective way.

                                           

                                          So at every entrance ramp

                                          Piles of pyrite (safe from damp)

                                          Will wait for everyone to take a piece

                                          To drop it at a distant place

                                          Soon there will be no trace

                                          And hence(and hence)

                                          No piles, no toll

                                          We’ll reach  double goal!

                                           

                                          Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h ah!

                                           

                                          Take a handful of pyrite and  drive it out of town

                                          And drive it out of town,

                                          And drive it out of town

                                          Just one handful of pyrite, we can spread it all around,

                                          In a cost effective way

                                           

                                          And another danger we Pennsylvanians must face with

                                          sang froid is that in a primary season that is lasting fifteen hundred years, our vote, for all intents and purposes, is irrelevant.

                                           

                                          (CRAZY)

                                          Pointless, It’s pointless for voting for someone,

                                          It’s pointless, pointless for voting at all

                                          They woo you when the primary season’s new

                                          In April, who cares when the suspense is through.

                                          Voting? Why should I bother with voting?

                                          Wondering, what difference if makes if I do?

                                          It’s pointless, even though frozen,

                                          New Hampshire has chosen

                                          So  it’s pointless for voting, boo hoo.

                                           

                                          Robbers scoot bag with a bag labeled VISIONS

                                           NARRATOR:  What do you have there?

                                          SIB 1- It’s the bag the school board election was in.

                                           They scoot off.

                                           

                                          AH yes, The school board elections… A battle of epic proportions, if by epic you mean small… The underdogs of the spring became the overlords of the fall. When the dust settled, the tables were turned, and the winners are now in the position of the dog who caught the firetruck.

                                           

                                           (MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE)

                                           Just a candidate

                                          An election lost last spring

                                          Another voting day

                                          No one spells my name

                                          More typing

                                          Than any one could bear

                                          Write me in, before I lose again

                                           

                                          I’ll send an SOS to the town

                                          I’ll send an SOS to the town

                                          I hope that they all spell my

                                          I hope that they all spell my

                                          I hope that they all spell my

                                          Name right, I’m a  write in

                                          Name right, I’m a write in

                                           

                                          Six months passed since first I lost the vote

                                          And I should have know this might be a hint

                                          No vision can’t keep me from running

                                          I could mend the school

                                          But I need a school board stint.

                                           

                                          I’ll send an SOS to the town

                                          I’ll send an SOS to the town

                                          I hope that they all spell my

                                          I hope that they all spell my

                                          I hope that they all spell my

                                          Name right, I’m a  write in

                                          Name right, I’m a write in

                                           

                                           Spell right when you write in.

                                          Spell right when you write in

                                           

                                          November evening

                                          I now believe what they say

                                          Not very many voters

                                          Can send me on my way

                                          Seems I am saved from having to save

                                          A hundred billions meetings,

                                          And I’ll be warm at home.

                                           

                                           

                                          A sad note- we are losing a dear friend this year.. after 88 years, OW HOUTS is closing its doors.. A moment of silence, please. (WAIT)

                                          Which was exactly the sound of the cash registers at HOUTS this year.

                                          The neighborhood market is dead, long live the box stores. HUZZAH! 

                                           

                                           

                                          We say the heck with gloom…A charming thing that happened this year was that the State Theatre opened its doors, and stayed open and stayed open and stayed open.  The danger we run is that we’ll die of exhaustion from going to so many shows.

                                           

                                            WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE 

                                            Jane Monheit, Half Nelson Sean Lennon, Doyle Lawson

                                          Alicia Nugent, Ken Kaplan, Dr. Zhivago

                                           

                                          Enchantment Theatre, Leon RedboneLeo Kotke, Peter Rowan

                                          Cherished Ladies, Drive By Truckers, Indiana Jones

                                           

                                          Clockwork Orange, Oliver Fight Club, Away From Her

                                          Penn Dance, Moliere Acting Company Plays Jane Eyre

                                           

                                          Dead String Brothers, Dr. John  Koji- that’s the roof he’s on.

                                          Richard Wylie, Southside Johnny, Catie Curtis,  Nice song!

                                           

                                          We’re only getting started

                                          There’s so much to see here

                                          You’ve just got to be here

                                          We’re only getting started

                                          It’s a celebration

                                          It’s an inspiration

                                           

                                          Willa Wonka, Interview Centre Dance , Raging Bull

                                          James McMurtry, Arthur Goldstein, National Velvet

                                           

                                          Nugent ,Dement Eraserhead, Das Boot

                                          Miss Black Penn State , Bettye La Vette

                                           

                                          Babel,  Gables Green Beetle Juice is on the screen

                                          Ruthie Foster, Breaking Away Mafioso, BeauSoleil

                                          War Tapes,  Day Night Day Old Blind Dogs, Bill Mays

                                          Avantango Hitch’s Psycho  Kids See Films for Free days!

                                           

                                           

                                          We’re only getting started

                                          There’s so much to see here

                                          You’ve just got to be here

                                          We’re only getting started

                                          It’s a celebration

                                          It’s an inspiration

                                           

                                          Happy Valley, Pat Green Charlie Hunter, Don McLean

                                          Adult Circus, House of Care  Next Stage Plays Are Upstairs

                                           

                                          Mavis Staples, Spinto Ban Baroque Juniors  Big Hand!

                                          monty Python Holy GraiL  Clifford Wags his big red tail

                                           

                                          Peter Moses, Sam Bush Taxi Driver, Canvas

                                          Andrew Bird, Maura O Alejandro Escovedo

                                           

                                          Tom Chapin, Peter Moses Haven’t yet booked  GunsNRoses

                                           

                                          Richard Wylie, Glory  Never Ending Story!

                                           

                                          We’re only getting started

                                          There’s so much to see here

                                          You’ve just got to be here

                                          We’re only getting started

                                          It’s a celebration

                                          It’s an inspiration

                                           

                                          We are only one

                                           We have just begun, begun begun…..

                                           

                                           

                                          ROBBERS SCOOT BACK IN, reading a newspaper

                                          NARRATOR: Why are you shaking your heads?

                                          SIB 1-

                                          We stole from three stores without blinking

                                          We were caught cause our brain power’s stinking

                                           So we aren’t that bright

                                          But professors are, right?

                                          SO tell me, just what was he thinking?

                                           

                                           (DAY IN THE LIFE)
                                          I read the news today oh boy


                                          Profs smoking reefer is quite frowned upon

                                          And though the news was rather sad

                                          I just have to say

                                          ’68 seems like yesterday

                                          We blew our minds out now and then

                                          We didn’t ever think the times would change

                                          Perhaps his judgment was impaired.

                                          Old memories were stirred.

                                          Nobody was really sure

                                          If this is crime or just absurd!!!!!

                                          Beware where you turn ononononononon.  

                                           

                                           Robbers come back in on scooter,

                                          Sib 1 is wearing a  fake charm bracelet. ( $, stop light, house charms)

                                          NARRATOR:  Hey! where’d you get  that ?

                                          SIB 2- It’s a charm bracelet, made of well crafted metaphors.

                                          NARRATOR- That’s not what I asked.

                                          SIB 1-  We  stole it from you.. metaphorically speaking.

                                          NARRATOR- Give it back.

                                          SIB 2 – No!

                                          NARRATOR- If you don’t, I’ll, I’ll I’ll immortalize you! In works of deathless prose.

                                          SIB 1 –OK OK we’re sorry. , here.

                                          They scoot off.

                                          NARRATOR: This is full of the charms of life in Forbidden Valley

                                          Banks are just drawn to us!

                                           

                                           

                                          (BLOWING IN THE WIND)

                                            How many loans must one town need,

                                          Before they don’t need any more?

                                          Yes and how many times will we look for a place

                                          to open one just account more

                                          Yes and how many lots must be

                                          Cleared every week?,

                                          And What will we use them for??
                                          The answer my friend is build another bank the answer is build another bank.


                                           

                                           

                                          How many times must I go cash a check

                                          And see that the line is too long?
                                          Yes and how many times must I roll a CD, because interest rates ain’t so strong?


                                          Yes,n, how many times must I pay a use fee, because I wish to avoid a throng?

                                          The answer my friend is build another bank, the answer is build another bank.

                                           

                                          NARRATOR: And you need to have money to put IN the banks, we have a rich source of income not available in other less favored regions.

                                           

                                          (to the tune of "Home on the Range"): Lyrics RICHARD KOPLEY

                                           

                                          Oh, give me a home where I don't have to roam,

                                          Where the prices don't soar every fall,

                                          Where offers aren't made and the homeowners paid

                                          To get out of town for football

                                           

                                          Chorus

                                           

                                          Home, home in State College,

                                          Where the Nittany Lions all play,

                                          Where we can't afford not to give room and board

                                          It's a home game--we're moving away!

                                           

                                          The alums always come, and they pay a great sum--

                                          No price that they name can be wrong--

                                          For a thousand a day they can just have their way,

                                          And my wife and I gladly go long.

                                           

                                          I'd like to remain yet untempted by gain,

                                          "Home sweet home" a reliable must,

                                          But instead on the road we forsake our abode

                                          And declare that it's Snowshoe or bust!

                                           

                                          The fall's profit we count, and "Big Ten"'s the amount,

                                          Without even running our score;

                                          Our lost home makes us nervous, so we order room           service,

                                          And the Nittany Lion does roar.

                                           

                                           And indeed we have the most  entertaining crosswalks in the known universe.

                                           

                                           .Listen to the traffic lights, they are always right.

                                          Our gratitude is more than we can bear.

                                          So thankful knowing that the borough

                                          Is really very thorough,

                                          Pedestrians are safe within its care

                                           

                                          But if we talk to the traffic lights, what if they answer back?

                                          What if they say things we shouldn’t hear?

                                          Would it mean that they are sentient?

                                          Artificially intelligent?

                                          Or  maybe we’ve been drinking too much beer?

                                           

                                          ROBBERS SCOOT BACK IN, With PSU PomPoms

                                          Leads the audience in  the  WE ARE cheer.

                                          SIB1 HAH!

                                          NARRATOR:  HAH?
                                          SIB 2 :  How’d you like that?


                                          NARRATOR: Like what?

                                          SIB 1: How we just stole your thunder.   It’s just about time for you to start in on Penn State.

                                          NARRATOR: Ya got me there.  Women’s Volleyball anyone?

                                          ROBBERS SCOOT OFF

                                           

                                          (WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS)

                                          We spike the ball

                                          Time after time

                                          We’ve blocked the kill

                                          Our timing is prime

                                          And bad mistakes

                                          We make very few

                                          We’ve had our share of  bad calls from the refs

                                          But we’ve come through

                                           

                                          We are the champions, my friends

                                          Our games are more exciting than the men’s

                                          We are the champions

                                          Stanford’s a loser

                                          Cause we are the champions of the

                                          Small-corner- of- sports you can’t hardly find us on ESPN- women’s volleyball, who even saw the finals unless they stayed up until 2 or had ESPNU  WORLD

                                           

                                          We’ll take one more bow

                                          At a half time next year

                                          There’s no fame and no fortune

                                          And not much goes with it

                                          But we thank you all

                                           Our coach is Russ Rose

                                          He’s now hall of fame

                                          We considered it a challenge

                                          To every western state

                                           They’ll remember our name.

                                           

                                          We are the champions, my friends

                                          Our games are more exciting than the men’s

                                          We are the champions

                                          Stanford’s a loser

                                          Cause we are the champions of the

                                          Small-corner- of- sports you can’t hardly find us on ESPN- women’s volleyball, who even saw the finals unless they stayed up until 2 or had ESPNU  WORLD

                                           

                                          And now we know how much Joe Pa makes.. doesn’t that solve all of the world’s problems??

                                           

                                          (SEASONS OF LOVE)

                                          Five hundred twelve thousand, six hundred dollars, 512 thousand dollars  

                                          We know..  512,600 dollars? How do you measure if  he’s worth  that much dough?

                                          In touchdowns?  In first downs?

                                          Paces on the sidelines?

                                          ?In Bowl Games? In Titles? In Honors? In Fuss?

                                          With 512, 600 dollars,

                                          How do you know if he’s worth it to us?

                                           

                                          How about WINS?? How about WINS?

                                          How about WINS? How about WINS?
                                          Measure in wins, seasons of wins.


                                           

                                          512,600 dollars! 512,000 bucks  home he takes. 525,600 dollars – And do we know if that’s all that he makes? 

                                           

                                          There’s condos he banks, or the bread that he hawks.

                                          Or  the way he gets thanks, or the fee for his talks.

                                           

                                          And as we all wonder,  how the story’s gonna go , Let’s celebrate  decades of  paying for  JOE.  Remember the wins! Remember the wins! 
                                          Measure in Wins, Seasons of wins.


                                           

                                          But in order to have seasons of wins, well, you’ve got to WIN…

                                           

                                          (50 ways to leave your lover)

                                           The problem is all about a less than stellar  team.

                                          The answer is simple- no need to jump and scream

                                          We’re gonna help them in their drive to reign supreme

                                          There must be 50 ways to win a title.

                                           

                                           

                                          Monday morning is no time to quarterback,

                                          But 8 and 4, well,  we think a spark they seem to lack

                                          And you should listen,  although we really don’t know jack,

                                          There must be fifty ways to win a title.

                                           

                                          (CHORUS) 2x

                                           Intercept what they fling, King

                                          Tackle your man, Dan

                                          Need to hit’m with glee, Lee

                                          Execute and you’ll see.

                                          Stay off your belly, M’Relli

                                          Be accurate, Kevin Kelly

                                          Don’t turnover the ball, y’all

                                          Execute and you’ll see 

                                           

                                          So at the Alamo They took  our good advice,

                                          It’s a victory but the Rose Bowl would be nice.

                                          You ought to win them all, if we must be precise..

                                          There must be fifty ways to win a title.

                                          Fifty ways to win a title.

                                           

                                          CHORUS 2x

                                           

                                          Have you ever noticed how the port a potties magically spring up the week before football season starts? And just as magically disappear? Charming.

                                           

                                          (SOMEWHERE)

                                          Where’s the place for them?

                                          We see no trace of them

                                          Are they stored in the open air?

                                          Or in a shed

                                          Somewhere?

                                           

                                          Where’s the place for them?

                                          Are they cleaned out with lots of chem?

                                          Are they stored where it masks the smell?

                                          Are they hidden? No one can tell.

                                          Somewhere.

                                           

                                          Port-a-Potties!
                                          In Autumn they’re practically clannish.


                                          After Thanksgiving, they vanish!

                                          Somewhere….

                                           

                                          NARRATOR:
                                          And from the people who brought us the TITANIC:


                                          OCT 30

                                          More than two weeks after a minor leak of "slightly radioactive water" was reported at Penn State's Breazeale nuclear reactor on Hastings Road, the reactor is still leaking, a university spokeswoman said yesterday.

                                          NOV 27, 2007A steady water leak at Penn State's Breazeale Nuclear Reactor does indeed appear to be corrected, the university reported late Tuesday. 'We did not locate a specific source for the leak,' spokeswoman  said. There's probably not one single hole.'

                                           

                                          THE LOGICAL SONG

                                          When the reactor was new

                                          It was so wonderful

                                          A miracle, it was beautiful

                                          And all the smart faculty,  well they’d be

                                          Researching so happily,

                                          Joyfully, thoroughly,  for their PhDs 

                                          But then one fine summer day, the news was nonsensical

                                          Illogical, implausible, improbable

                                          And they told us that now Breazales

                                          Was undependable,

                                          unreliable, fallible, not perfectable.

                                           

                                          There are times when science can be bleak

                                          Reactors start to leak

                                          And they don’t have clue

                                          Won’t you please, please tell us it’s ok?

                                          We know you’ll find a way

                                          Before our trout glow blue.

                                           

                                          One month later they say

                                          the  leak is quite correctable, amendable, reversible

                                          But what took them so long?

                                          Could it be that they’re bureaucratical, enigmatical,  

                                          equivocal, political.

                                           

                                          There are times when science can be bleak

                                          Reactors start to leak

                                          And they don’t have clue

                                          Won’t you please, please tell us it’s ok?

                                          We know you’ll find a way

                                          Before our trout glow blue.

                                           

                                           

                                          Ah, heck, what do we care about gulping down a few gallons of radioactive

                                          Agua.. do you know that along with Al Gore, over 2,000 climate change scientists took home a piece of the NOBEL PRIZE.. and FIVE of them were from PSU.  

                                           

                                           

                                           

                                          “Fame!”

                                           

                                          Baby, look at me

                                          And tell me what you see

                                          You ain’t seen much of me yet

                                          But give me time, I’ll make you forget this lab.

                                           

                                          I’ve had more in me

                                          And Al Gore set it free

                                          We can change the climate, you’ll see

                                          Don’t you know who I am?

                                          Remember my name –

                                           

                                          Fame!

                                          I’ve gone and won the Nobel

                                          All of us won – just the same!

                                          Fame!

                                          I feel it coming together

                                          Science is no longer lame

                                          Fame!

                                          I’m gonna make it to Stockholm

                                          My Bunsen burner’s aflame

                                          Fame!

                                          My work will live forever,

                                          Someone remembered my name

                                          (Remember, remember, remember

                                           

                                           

                                          NARRATOR:

                                          It’s a been a wonderful evening  but, I know that you are all on tenterhooks, which might have detracted from the wonderfulness of the evening, but nonetheless.  Through the miracle of modern technology,the votes for the seven wonders of FORBIDDEN VALLEY have been tallied, and the winners will now be revealed!   


                                          “List of the Seven” – to the tune of “Stairway to Heaven”
                                           
                                          Our newspaper is sure, all that’s local is gold
                                          And they’ve made up their List of The Seven
                                          Those who live here, we know, that it’s not really so
                                          And we don’t always like what we’re known for
                                          Ooooh, ooooh, so we’ve got our own List of the Seven.
                                           
                                          Ooooh, it makes us wonder, ooooh, really makes us wonder
                                           
                                          China’s got a great wall, and it’s large to be sure,

                                          But our traffic diverters are looming

                                           



                                           

                                           

                                          The College Heights Diverters, whose

                                          effect on the nerves of drivers who want an

                                          Easy way to North Atherton Street can be seen from

                                          Outer Space. 

                                           



                                           
                                          In my thoughts I have seen, the old world’s Coliseum
                                          But Memorial Field’s just as awesome.

                                           

                                           

                                           Memorial Field,  which is nearly as ancient as the High School will be before the community agrees what to do with it.

                                           


                                          Ooooh, it makes us wonder, ooooh, really makes us wonder
                                           
                                          There’s a feeling I get, when I look at the Sphinx,
                                          It reminds me of something that’s bovine

                                           

                                           

                                          The Great Cow of Boalsburg.  Well known to be the inspiration for Sphinxes everywhere.


                                          And it’s whispered that soon, if we all sing his tune,
                                          Joe Paterno will lead us to reason


                                           The cult of Joe Pa, whose adherents are buying season tickets for the year 2308, where they hope to witness the immortal Paterno coach his 3,100th victory and  finally be declared  undisputed BCS Champions over heavily favored Jupiter.

                                           

                                           

                                           
                                          [SKIP VS. 4 of original]
                                           
                                          If there’s a palace in your backyard,
                                          Don’t be alarmed now,
                                          It’s just a dwelling for Graham Spanier




                                          SCHREYER HOUSE, home of the Presidents Of Penn State University. In order to enter, guests must pass by the flaming batons of the Blue Sapphire, avoid being mauled by an actual Nittany Lion that has been cloned by PSU genetic specialists and listen to ancient wax recordings  pressed in 1901, of Fred Lewis Pattee singing FOR THE GLORY



                                           

                                          Yes there’s a path to Macchu Picchu,
                                          But in the long run,
                                          There’s still time to see our own big mound
                                           


                                          THE ROUTE 99 PYRITE MOUNTAIN…PennDot clean up crews, after years of scraping away sulfuric acid producing rock, were stunned to uncover a lost city of the Incas, where apparently they lived before their jobs were outsourced to South America.


                                          [SKIP Pt. 2 of original]
                                           
                                          And as you drive on down the road
                                          A shadow falls across your soul
                                          There sits an object we all know
                                          It once made iron out of coal
                                          And if you watch it very hard
                                          The truth will come to you at last
                                          That no one knows just what it’s for
                                          That makes us love it even more…




                                           

                                           A chunk of large grayish bricks, which long time locals know was started by a mysterious people who realized mid way through that there were better climates to be buried in, and abandoned it for Chichen Itza in Mexico. We tell newcomers that it was a “ Charcoal Furnace” used for “Making Iron”


                                           
                                          Yes we’ve made our own List of the Seven.


                                           

                                          ROBBERS ENTER, on Scooter and recite


                                          It’s over but for the finale 


                                          At home all our loot we will tally

                                          We’ve done our part

                                          We’ve stolen your heart (and your wallet and your keys)

                                          How lucky to live in the Valley

                                           

                                           

                                           

                                           REPRISE HAPPY VALLEY THEME

                                           Boody Mary, South Pacific)

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          And that just makes us glad.

                                           

                                          If you don’t live here,  then boo hoo for you

                                          If you don’t live here,   then boo hoo for you

                                          If you don’t live here then, boo hoo for you

                                          We think you should be sad.

                                           

                                          We are polite here, we will hold the door

                                          We are polite here, we will hold the door

                                          We are polite here, we will hold the door

                                           If you’re rude then we get mad.

                                           

                                          The stop lights talk here, tell us when to cross

                                          The stop lights talk here, tell us when to cross

                                          The stop lights talk here, tell us when to cross

                                          And we think that’s totally rad.

                                           

                                          Life is a game here,and we like to win

                                          Life is a game here, and we like to win

                                          Life is a game here, and we like to win

                                          If you lose  that’s  just too bad.

                                           

                                          They built Penn State here, they wear blue and white

                                           They built Penn State here, they wear blue and white

                                           They built Penn State here, they wear blue and white

                                          But some of us wear plaid.

                                           

                                           

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          Happy Valley is the place we love

                                          And that just makes us glad.

                                           

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