Can't Count On Parents

What are kids supposed to do when adults simply don’t understand the facts of Easter? 

A comedy about how frustrating it would be if children expected their parents and other adults to get serious about the Easter message, and somehow it just did not work out. Can’t count on the adults of today!

It is an off-the-wall comedy that develops into a deeply moving story of the cruel Calvary cross.

Cast: 7 m or f

• Dad m, middle age
• Mom, f middle age
• Frankie, m or f, teen
• Dylan, m or f, teen
• Bobby, m or f, teen
• Edgar the egg
• Willy the rabbit
• OSV offstage voice of Jesus, male strong voice

Bible Reference: Luke 27-28

Set: blank

Sound: wireless mics if available

Song: Christ The Lord Is Risen Today, Charles Wesley available on internet

Lighting: spots

SFX: clouds, bright star, stable, empty manger, Jesus walking, baptism, flogging, on the cross, lightning bolt, crash of thunder, sound of cloth tearing, brilliant light, empty tomb

Props: none

Costumes: egg costume for Edgar, rabbit costume for Willy, all others normal

Special Instructions: none

Time: 20

Sample Script

Frankie, Dylan and Bobby come onstage, talking, upset

Frankie:   Well I warned Dad that we simply must not be late for the Easter program, but you know how adults are!

Dylan:    Last minute every time!

Bobby:   I’ll tell you, makes a kid wonder what the present generation of parents is coming to! . .  I mean it’s Easter, one of the most important celebrations of the year!

Dylan:  Strange you should say that Bobby! . .  I noticed how they seem to operate. I don’t like to always be bringing up the subject, as you know nagging is not my style, but . .

Frankie:    Drives me crazy actually, I mean , here I am, trying to set a good example and . it seems the whole thing blows up in my face. .

Frankie: I can handle a blow-up but it’s the silent treatment parents seem to be into nowadays!

Dylan: To me it’s their ever-present comments . .

Frankie:  Oh I know where you are going with this one! The standard response is:
“Why do we have to do that, none of the parents of our friends have to do that!”

Dylan:  I hear you Frankie, the general comment seems to be: “Do you realize how this makes me look like such a loser around my friends?”

Bobby:  Or another favorite comeback is always: “Why should we have to have all these rules?”

Dylan:   Or when Mom says, “You didn’t tell me there a was a curfew!”

Frankie: If I had a dollar for every time I hear my Mom say, “Why can’t you just trust me once in a while?”

Dylan:   Or, “I’m sure you never told me more than 3 times this week that I had to put money in your school lunch account!”

Bobby:   Like I always say, with adults it’s in one ear, out the other!

Dylan:   I have a good mind to use my friend Angela’s cure for parental indifference! . . No TV, no video games for a week . . . after which Angela said she saw some improvement in her Mom’s attitude and the improved output of her Dad’s work.

Frankie:   That is quite amazing! I know there were times when Angela had pretty much given up on her Dad.

Dylan:  It was no bed of roses, for sure. Angela said her Dad sulked a lot, and tried deal-making, but I have to hand it to Angela, she stuck to her guns!

Bobby, shakes head, frustrated:
It shouldn’t have to get to these kind of tense moments I mean, come on! . .

Frankie: I keep thinking . .  where did we go so wrong?

Dylan:    I’m pickin’ up what you are layin’ down Frankie . . I mean, we never acted like this back in the day, did we?

Frankie:  Back then we showed some respect for our youngers! . . . I mean, seems like a simple answer isn’t enough anymore! Every decision has to be debated, sometimes for hours and . .  I mean, it ends up a fractured relationship all around.

Bobby:   You guys should have heard the screaming erupting from my room last Wednesday . .  I suggested Dad try to see his Worker Counselor at work during recess . . . I mean . . well! . . . You’d’a thought I had asked him to climb Mount Everest!

Dylan: Parents seem to have a closed mind about their options! . .

Bobby: Mostly I’d have to say Mom and Dad have a level-headed approach to things, but lately their consideration of alternative views on Easter, . .  well, let’s just say . . .

Frankie:  Shhhhh! . . Here comes Mom and Dad now!

Dylan:   Oh brother, and they aren’t alone!

Bobby:   Don’t react, just play along.

Mom & Dad come on stage

Dad:   Hey guys, you will never guess who your Mom and I met today!

Frankie:    Please tell me it’s not another dog!

Bobby:  And we already have 6 cats!

Mom:  Nooooo, your Dad and I brought back an egg.

Frankie:   This just in, we have an abundant supply of eggs, waiting right here in our refrigerator!

Dad:  Oh but this is a very special egg, he stands for all this season is about!

Bobby:    You would likely be speaking of winter . .

Dylan:  Could be even springish  . . .

Mom:   Dylan, don’t you remember when we would watch the parade on TV . .

Frankie:  You brought Santa Claus home with you?

Dylan:  My guess is Santa would be too busy making all the toys . .

Frankie & Bobby, in unison:
For good girls and boys . . .

Dad:  Maybe this will help you remember . . .

(Mom & Dad hold hands, do a Fred & Ginger soft shoe, badly, sing in unison)

Dad & Mom, sing:
We’ll be the proudest couple in the hum hum parade!

Dylan:  Mom, you are not going to allow my father to dance in public!

Frankie:   We are still trying to live down Dad’s racing through our neighborhood on his imaginary horse, shouting out “The British are coming!”

Bobby:    I am as easy-going as the next kid but enough is enough!

Mom, to Dad: Ron, bring in Edgar, please dear.

Dad moves quickly to edge of stage comes back leading Edgar Egg

Dad:  Kids, welcome Edgar the Easter Egg to our home!

Frankie:   And the thrills just keep on coming . . .

Mom goes to opposite stage side, comes back leading Willy Wabbit who hops on stage

Mom:  Kids, aren’t you just thrilled to have Willy the Wabbit with us?

Dylan:   Willy . . .

Bobby & Frankie, underwhelmed, in unison: the . Wabbit?

 

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