The Golden Touch1935

King Midas:
Who art thou, stranger?

Goldie:
A friend. Just call me Goldie.

King Midas:
What do you want? My gold?

Goldie:
I, want that paltry gold? Ha ha! 'Tis like chicken feed to me. Behold!

[Touches Midas' cat and turns it to gold]

King Midas:
The golden touch!

[Grabs the gold cat, but Goldie stops him and turns the cat back to normal]

King Midas:
My gold! My kingdom! Everything for the golden touch!

[Starts taking off his coat]

Goldie:
Keep thy shirt on, old king. To you the golden touch would prove a golden curse.

King Midas:
A curse? A curse? Ha! Then curse me with the golden touch! Ha ha ha ha!

Goldie:
Ah, but gold is the snare of the soul. Gold is the root of all evil. Gold is the...

King Midas:
Fiddlesticks! Give me gold, not advice.

Goldie:
So be it. I gave thee advise. Now I give thee gold. The golden touch is thine. Toodle-oo!