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Henri Shnuffle (Lead)

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Male, ages 60-75, Caucasian, Middle Eastern, Ethnically Ambiguous / Mixed Race

Role Description

Henri Shnuffle: (Lead) a bumbling, lonely, retired philosophy professor originally from Dijon, France, now living in the United States, his best friend is his cat, Existentialisme, is suffering from dementia which causes hallucinations, some of which are flashbacks to earlier points in his life and some of which are fantasy.


Character: Henri Shnuffle
Description: 76, bumbling, small, lonely, French man living in the U.S., has dementia.


(HENRI SHNUFFLE sits at a kitchen table eating his breakfast - a single hard-boiled egg. SHNUFFLE feels for his pocket watch.)

(with French accent)
What time…
EXISTENTIALISME (the anthropomorphized cat)
(looking up at Shnuffle from his spot beside the kitchen table and stretching his butt up in the air)
Ah oui Existentialisme. I know I know. Bon chat. I will feed you very soon. Okay?

(SHNUFFLE finishes his last few bites as EXISTENTIALISME watches him eat longingly – purring with grief at each bite. SHNUFFLE then stands up, and leans against the kitchen table trying to regain his balance.)

Okay Ex. Time to get dressed. Time to get dressed. Oui oui. D’accord.

(EXISTENTIALISME ignores him – head between his paws, still resting underneath the table. SHNUFFLE walks slowly downstage to his clothes.)

(whispering to himself)
Quelle heure est-il? What time is it?
(SHNUFFLE stops center stage in facing the audience. It is transparent. SHNUFFLE walks up to the mirror. The audience can see SHNUFFLE as he looks in the mirror. He ties his bow tie. His hands shake and it takes him a long time to tie it but he doesn’t get frustrated.)

(After tying, SHNUFFLE starts making faces at himself in the mirror and mumbles. He makes a stern face. Then, a face like he is trying to be very handsome. He itches his face. Then he pretends to lecture at someone in the mirror (himself) and shakes one pointed finger. He chuckles and then spits into his palm. He rubs each side of his hair down and then gives himself a single nod.)

(from the kitchen area - angrily)

(SHNUFFLE startles, hurriedly finishes tying and begins to search frantically.)

Okee okee Ex. I am coming. Where is that hat of mine? Toujours perdue. Mon Dieu. Always always lost.
(SHNUFFLE stands and and walks back to the kitchen table. SHNUFFLE brushes crumbs off the table. He walks to the kitchen cabinet. SHNUFFLE slowly removes a can of cat food from the cupboard. The can is among lots of other cans all neatly stacked in identical rows.)

(makes two clicking sounds)
Okay Ex-yyyy. Time is for breakfast!

(EXISTENTIALISME comes hurdling back into the kitchen.)


Alright alright. Je sais. Oh la.

(SHNUFFLE taps the food onto the same plate he ate off of as EXISTENTIALISME circles him impatiently. SHNUFFLE bends to place it on the floor.)

Hummmmphaaah. (pats Ex on the head) Good kitty. Bon chat.

(SHNUFFLE sits back down at the kitchen table and puts his head in his hand. He stares at EX as he gobbles up the food.)

(Then his gaze shifts to a picture on the wall. The picture is of YOUNG SHNUFFLE and a girl. He stares for a while and then begins to hum.)

(humming the melody to La Vie En Rose first, then singing very faintly and indecipherably)
Laaa da-da da-da da-da
Da-da da-da da daaaa
Da-da da-da daaa daaa daa