beanstalk jack

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, it’s panto fun for everyone When Jack sells Pat, his beloved family cow, for magic beans, he soon discovers they open up an unexpected world of thrilling adventure.

Join Jack and dotty mum Dame Trott as they scale the Beanstalk, outwit the Giant and are reunited with Jill, the girl Jack loves.

Brought to you by the same team as last year’s record-breaking , this actor musician version of the popular panto tale is peppered with pop hits from across the decades, bundles of audience participation and hilarious slapstick.

So grab your tickets today for some joyously festive family fun.

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There was once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son named Jack, and a cow named Milky-white. The sun was shining into part of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady.

And all they had to live on was the milk the cow gave every morning which they carried to the market and sold. “Cheer up, mother, I’ll go and get work somewhere,” said Jack. And as for your precious beans here they go out of the window. Not a sup shall you drink, and not a bit shall you swallow this very night.” So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic, and sad and sorry he was, to be sure, as much for his mother’s sake, as for the loss of his supper. So Jack jumped up and dressed himself and went to the window. why, the beans his mother had thrown out of the window into the garden, had sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and up and up till it reached the sky. The beanstalk grew up quite close past Jack’s window, so all he had to do was to open it and give a jump on to the beanstalk which was made like a big plaited ladder.

But one morning Milky-white gave no milk and they didn’t know what to do. “We’ve tried that before, and nobody would take you,” said his mother; “we must sell Milky-white and with the money do something, start shop, or something.” “All right, mother,” says Jack; “it’s market-day today, and I’ll soon sell Milky-white, and then we’ll see what we can do.” So he took the cow’s halter in his hand, and off he starts. “I’m going to market to sell our cow here.” “Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell cows,” said the man; “I wonder if you know how many beans make five.” “Two in each hand and one in your mouth,” says Jack, as sharp as a needle. Five pounds, ten, fifteen, no, it can’t be twenty.” “I told you you couldn’t guess, what do you say to these beans; they’re magical, plant them over-night and––” “What! So Jack climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till at last he reached the sky.

He hadn’t gone far when he met a funny-looking old man who said to him: “Good morning, Jack.” “Good morning to you,” said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name. “Right you are,” said the man, “and here they are the very beans themselves,” he went on pulling out of his pocket a number of strange- looking beans. you don’t know what these beans are,” said the man; “if you plant them over-night, by morning they grow right up to the sky.” “Really? ” says Jack’s mother, “have you been such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as to give away my Milky-white, the best milker in the parish, and prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans. And when he got there he found a long broad road going as straight as a dart.