Greetings from Connecticut! I think this is a great question because I'm looking for the same answer right now in preparation for our November 2006 pack meeting and found this pantomime skit. Good luck!!
Here's a copy in case you'd like to use it..as for the # of boys that can be in the skit, I think it can vary...I have 15 in my den, and I think we'll use a couple of narrators, a couple of knights, etc. so that everyone can participate. If you decide to use it, let me know how it goes!!!
THE RELUCTANT KNIGHT AND THE MAGIC HERB
(A Pantomime Skit)
CHARACTERS: KNIGHTS at least two in appropriate costume
SIR QUAKE-A-LOT a seedy-looking knight with bent sword
MESSENGER pageboy type
MAGICIAN Merlin-type with white hair, beard and flowing robe
LADY GWENDOLYN long robe, conical headdress with veil
SETTING: Courtyard outside medieval castle. Courtyard is center left of stage, with woods indicated at right front. Road to Black Knight’s castle is right rear.
NARRATOR stands to one side of stage. As he narrates, the characters enter, pantomime and exit.
NARRATOR:
In days of yore, so we’ve been told
Maids were fair and warriors bold.
And when two Knights in battle sent
They’d laugh and soon be friends again
CUBS:
(Knights on horseback enter from opposite sides; battle, knock each other down, laugh, get up and slap each other on their backs.)
NARRATOR:
But there was one unknightly Knight
With rusty sword, who wouldn’t fight
He’d shiver and he’d shake a lot;
So he was called Sir Quake-a-Lot
And though he had no hope to win,
He loved the Lady Gwendolyn.
CUBS:
(Enter Sir Quake-a-Lot . Others try to battle him. He shakes and tries to protect himself and faints. Gwendolyn enters, walks across and exits. All knights sigh. Quake revives, sighs the most.)
NARRATOR:
One day a Messenger arrived,
Who was more dead than was alive.
"The Lady Gwendolyn" he gasped,
"Has fallen into the Black Knight’s grasp.
Which of you knights will be the braver?
Who will go and try to save her?"
CUBS:
(Messenger staggers on stage. Knights rush to help. He pantomimes message; when he asks who will go, they point to each other. Quake stands and watches.)
NARRATOR:
And then a voice with a slight quaver
Said "I will be the one to save her"
The other knights sigh in relief –
Then stare at Quake with disbelief.
"His brain has kinks, methinks" one said.
"This lad hath holeth in his head."
CUBS:
(Sir Quake-a-Lot flourishes sword; pantomimes saving her. Other knights point at him, laugh, slap their knees in laughter. Quake exits to the woods.)
NARRATOR:
As Quake-a-Lot approached the wood,
He passed where a magician stood.
He asked the magician to make him brave.
The Magician said "‘Tis this herb you crave;
Eat once a week forever more
Thou wilt be coward nevermore."
CUBS:
(Quake gallops to woods, where magician enters. They pantomime and magician points to green bush Quake picks and eats from bush.)
NARRATOR:
As quick, he did partake a lot,
A change came over Quake-a-Lot.
His biceps swelled, he beat his chest,
His crooked sword, he neatly pressed.
Into the wood to save his Gwen,
And soon was heard a knightly din.
CUBS:
(Quake becomes strong man, beats on chest, bends sword straight, rushes off stage where mighty sounds of battle are heard.)
NARRATOR:
Back at Court, the knights mourned Quake
When battle sounds the ground did shake.
But suddenly to their surprise,
Two figures came before their eyes.
The lovely Gwen on Quake’s right arm,
And Quake, the warrior, safe from harm.
CUBS:
(Battle sounds off stage. Knights listen, shake heads sadly, weep and blow noses into lacy handkerchiefs. Enter Gwen and Quake in shiny armor with bright sword.)
NARRATOR:
The Knights ran forth and did proclaim
That Quake should have a brand new name.
Sir Sag-no-More’s his brand new start;
Then Lady Gwen gave him her heart.
Then all in merriment did feast and laugh,
And all lived happily ever aft.
CUBS:
(Knights run to Quake, present him with a sign saying "Sag-no-More." Gwen hands him a paper heart. All sit on floor and pantomime a feast, joined by magician.)
NARRATOR:
If you’d adore to Sag-no-More,
We’ll warn you at the finish;
Don’t wish for a magician
Just always eat your spinach.