The Lorax Musical Script -

(Clutching the jar to his chest) So what do you want? A confession? A tear? A promise to fix what I poisoned last year?

The game? Boy, the game ended ten thousand stumps back. You’ve turned the Truffula groves into bric-a-brac and a shack! You’ve silenced the Swomee-Swans, choked the Humming-Fish dumb. And still you sit there, counting your nails and your thumb. the lorax musical script

No, Once-ler. I want something harder than blame. I want you to speak a forgotten boy’s name. (Clutching the jar to his chest) So what do you want

(Smiling, fading into a soft golden light) I speak for the trees. And today, Once-ler… so do you. A promise to fix what I poisoned last year

(Poking his head out. He’s older, softer, sadder.) I know what I did. I don’t need your lecture. I built this whole mess on a single conjecture— “If more is more, then the most must be best.” But the most… was a barbed-wire fence ’round an empty nest.

I couldn’t plant it. I couldn’t let go. That seed was a mirror—too painful to show. But hiding the seed doesn’t hide the crime. The Lorax was right. I was stealing… not time.