Airport Assembly script focuses on one particular mode of transport – namely flying. It covers all the ‘steps’ encountered by passengers prior to boarding – plus a brief explanation around the diverse roles of airport staff – plus a surprise appearance by a Mr. Tom Cruise!
Duration: 10 – 20 mins
Written for cast of 30 but easily adjustable up or down.
Airport Assembly script Cast
Brown Family: Mr Brown
Samantha – teenage daughter
Jimmy – nine year old son
Car Park Attendant
British Airways Staff (B.A. Staff 1)
British Airways Staff (B.A. Staff 2 – 6)
Holiday Makers (6)
Air Traffic Controllers 1 and 2
Runway Staff 1 – 5
B.A. Staff 7 and 8
Pilot/Tom Cruise look-alike
Music 1 Summer Holiday – Cliff Richards
(Whole cast walks/’sways’ in, forming two lines of 15 each, at the front of the assembly hall, facing the audience; Narrator to the side)
Narrator: Good morning! And welcome to our assembly on
(Mr Brown dashes on, carrying suitcase, gesturing frantically at Narrator to stop what he/she is about to say)
Mr Brown: Sshh! Please! No mention of the word (whispers) ‘Flying’!
Narrator: Why ever not? It’s what a huge number of us do every year, to get to those warm holiday destinations. I mean, no offence England, but given our normal summer weather…
Mr Brown: Well, that’s just it! We normally take our caravan down to the South Coast but, well,
(Enter Mrs Brown, carrying suitcase)
Mrs Brown: This year I’ve been persuaded to go a bit further away with the family
Narrator: You don’t sound very happy about it!
(Enter Samantha and Jimmy, carrying suitcases)
Samantha: She’s not!
Jimmy: You should have seen her last night.
Samantha: We were at the point of unpacking all our suitcases and staying at home!
Narrator: So, what’s going on here? You all look ready enough for a holiday in the sun!
Mr Brown: (Groaning) Don’t be fooled by appearances! If only it were that simple!
Mrs Brown: (Sighing) Oh dear! I’m afraid I’m the ‘fly in the ointment’ here. Ooh! No! Wait a minute? (To husband) What were you saying about what I could take through customs?
Mr Brown: Calm down, my dear! We’re all sorted! All you need to do is relax and
Mrs Brown: (Shrieking) Relax? When I’m allowing myself to be taken …… (pointing skywards) up there?
Jimmy: Oh come on, mum. What could possibly go wrong?