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Synopsis
Ffrindiau gorau.
Unwaith ac am byth.
Heb os nac onibai
Iawn?
Rhowch croeso i’r Supersonics.
Mae Kate, Mal, Sal a Dyf yn ffrindiau gorau.
Ymunwch a hwy ar noswaith haf a fydd yn transnewid eu fywydau am byth.
Tra’n herio eu gilydd, mae’r criw yn mynd i mewn i’r hen dy as ysbryd.
Ond yw e’?
Nid dim ond lloriau gwichlyd sydd yno amdanynt ... a does dim troi ‘nol.
Gwydd y Supersonics yn iawn bod sion ym mhobman yn y dre’ fach cysglyd yma ... ond pwy sy’n dweud y gwir.
Pedwar gyfaill ar antur
Neu
Pedwar fandal ar drywydd trafferth?
Gewch chi gwybod – gair am air.
Best friends.
Forever and ever.
No matter what.
Right?
Meet The Supersonics.
Kate, Mal, Sal and Dyf are best friends.
Join them on one summer night that would change their lives forever.
Daring each other the gang enter a haunted house.
Or is it?
A few creaky floorboards isn’t the only thing that awaits them…and there’s no going back.
Rumours are everywhere in this small sleepy town and the Supersonics know it. Just who’s telling the truth?
Four friends having an adventure? Or, four vandals out to cause trouble?
We’ll tell you how it was - word for word.
Sal [F]
Kate [F]
Mal [M - Sal's brother]
Dyf [M]
They are four best friends who call their gang The Supersonics, For the main part of the play they're in their early teens, although during the first and last scenes they are 25 years old. The play is about one night when they dare each other to go to what they believe is a deserted 'haunted house'. They end frightening the elderly owner and when the police and local newspapers get involved the story gets blown out of proportion and reported as a break in and an attack on the pensioner. The rest of the story follows the group as they try to come to terms with what happened and decide whether to own up. There is a lot of good natured banter and some singing puppets that appear to represent sort of conscience figures!
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