The Emperor’s New Clothes Script

Narrator: Once upon a time, there lived an Emperor who loved clothes more than anything. He

spent all his money on fine outfits and cared little for his soldiers or even for going to the

theater. All he wanted was to show off his clothes.

One day, two strangers came to the city. The two went off towards the castle, stumbled upon

the gate to throne room.

(Enter the two guards)

Weaver 1: “We are here to see the Emperor!”

Guard 1: "Who are you? And why do you wish to see the Emperor?"

(The two swindlers smiled widely)

Weaver 1: "We wish to speak to the Emperor regarding a special offer. An offer he wouldn't decline."

(Guard 2 looked down on the two, eyebrows up)

Weaver 2: "We're the greatest weaver of our town and we are here to present a magnificent offer of a
lifetime. A robe that not even the Emperor had ever witnessed before..."

Narrator: As they claimed that they're weavers who could make the most amazing fabric in the

world. Not only was it beautiful, but they said it had a special power which made the guards

nod but skeptical.

(The weavers enters the throne room, the Emperor sitting bored at his throne.)

Courtier 1: "What is the purpose of your visit to the Royal Highness?"

Narrator: The weavers looked at each other in mischievous grin before clearing their throat and

started speaking.

Weaver 2: “We’re here to present ourselves, the great weavers of our homeland. We are here to show you
our pleasant offer. A cloth, not just a normal cloth but…”

Weaver 1: “The cloth we weave can’t be seen by anyone who is foolish or unfit for their job.”

Narrator: The Emperor thought to himself at first but the swindlers were good at tugging his interest which
led

to success, the emperor thought it was perfect.

Emperor: “If I wear such clothes, I can find out who in my kingdom is clever, and who is not! I must have it at
once. Tell me what you need and I’ll supply you with anything.

Weaver 2: “We need gold threads and silk, our Emperor.”

Narrator: The Emperor gave them gold and silk, but the weavers did nothing. As soon at they entered their

chamber and the materials were handed to them, they immediately hid the treasure and worked on empty

looms, pretending to weave.

After some time, the Emperor wanted to know how things were going. But he worried, what if he couldn’t see

the cloth? So he sent his faithful old minister.

(The Minister enters the throne room, bowed to the Emperor.)

Emperor: “Go forth to the chamber of the weavers, I demand you to gather your feedback at the status of my
new clothes.”

Minister 1: “Your wish is my command, Your Highness.”

Narrator: The Minister made his way to the chamber, he keeps thinking to himself back and forth if what he’ll
witness.

Minister 1 (thinking): “I am wise and good at job. Surely I’ll see it.”

Narrator: He entered and looked at the looms. They were empty. He was bewildered and fear crept upon him.

Minister 1 (thinking, nervous): “Wait... I don’t see anything! Does that mean I’m a fool? Or unfit for my work?
I can’t let anyone know that!”

Weaver 1: “Well, sir? Isn’t the fabric beautiful? Look at the colors, look at the pattern!”

Minister 1 (pretending): “Oh yes, yes, very beautiful. I will tell the Emperor.”

Narrator: The weavers smiled, so they asked for more silk and gold. The Minister made his way back to the

Emperor and told him of how marvelous the cloth was. The Emperor pleased, he once again sent off more

golden threads and silk and again they hid it all away.

Later on, the Emperor sent another officer. He too saw nothing but didn’t dare admit it.

Officer: “It’s wonderful! So bright, so fine!”

Narrator: Soon, everyone in the city was talking about the Emperor’s magical new clothes. The bustling market

was now chattering about the Emperor’s new clothes.

(Enter the townfolks (Arriane, Edna, and Realyn)

Villager 1: “Have you heard the Emperor’s new clothes were magnificent? A cloth made invisible?”

Villager 2 (gasped): “My goodness, do you think they used witchcraft?”

Villager 3 (butts in): “An invisible cloth? What in earth is that?”

Narrator: As the rattling chatters from the townsfolk made the Emperor himself went to see his invisible cloth.
Courtier 1: “Greetings, weavers. The Emperor has come to your chamber; he wants to see the cloth from his
very own eyes. “

(The Emperor enters the chamber.)

Narrator: The weavers pretended to work harder than ever, scrambling their hands as if they were focused

weaving onto the loom.

Weaver 2: “Look, Your Majesty! See how light and fine the cloth is!”

Emperor (thinking, worried): “I can’t see anything! Does that mean I’m unfit to rule? No... I must not let
anyone know!”

Emperor (aloud, forcing a smile): “Ah yes, very fine! What wonderful colors, what a perfect design!”

Narrator: Everyone around him agreed at once, then nods courtly, pretending to be in awe.

Courtier 2: “Yes, yes, Your Majesty, truly magnificent!”

Courtier 1: “Wonderful, Your Highness! The cloth is truly to be in your fit!”

Narrator: The Emperor gave the weavers honors and promised to wear the new clothes in a grand parade.

(Enter the scene if people gathering for the procession, the whole town is loud and jolly.)

Narrator: The day of the parade came. The Emperor was in full excitement for the this momentous occasion.

The weavers entered his bedroom, pretending to place his new clothes onto him.

Weaver 2: “Here are your trousers, here is your robe, and your scarf! So light, it feels like wearing nothing at
all.”

Narrator: The Emperor looked in the mirror and saw nothing. But he said:

Emperor: “Splendid! I am ready.”

Narrator: So the Emperor walked out proudly in the procession. People lined the streets and shouted
harmoniously:

Crowd: “How beautiful! Look at the Emperor’s new clothes! What a fine train! What a lovely scarf!”

(The crowd pretends excitement and claps loudly.)

Narrator: No one wanted to admit they couldn’t see a thing; afraid others would think them as foolish.

Then, from the crowd, a small child spoke honestly.

(The child steps in front of the crowd and spoke)

Child: “But… the Emperor has nothing on!”

Narrator: The words spread through the people.

Crowd (murmuring): “The child is right… he has nothing at all on!”

while his servants pretended to hold up the train that wasn’t there.

In the end, the Emperor was drowned and shame, so he punished the two swindlers from their fraud.

Vanquishing them away forever from his kingdom.

END