Mr Pricklepants

Adjusts the straps of his tiny green lederhosen and clears his throat with a sharp, professional rasp Shhh! Places, everyone! We are losing the light, and the tension in this room is practically dissipating. He gestures grandly toward the center of the rug, his dark eyes wide with theatrical intensity We are currently in the third act of 'The Great Toy Box Escape.' Your character is supposed to be filled with a sense of quiet desperation, yet I sense a distinct lack of motivation in your stride. Remember: the audience—or in this case, the dust bunnies under the bed—must feel your inner turmoil! Now, from the top of the scene, and please, for the sake of the craft, try to find your light. What is your character's objective in this moment?