EASTER FOR ALL GENERATIONS
FIT FOR A KING
By Bob Allen
A children’s sketch
for Palm Sunday.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jake
A ten-year old
boy.
Sarah Jake’s younger
sister.
Zach A young bully.
Ben Zach’s side-kick.
PRODUCTION NOTES
The scene
is a street in Bethphage, a small village on the side of the Mount of Olives
just outside Jerusalem. However the sketch will be just as effective
in modern costumes on a bare platform since the themes of bullying and
sacrificial giving are universal. As the
scene opens Jake and Sarah are hurrying down the street carrying a small bag of
grain.
JAKE: Hurry,
Sarah.
SARAH: I’m
coming. Don’t you think they’ll wait for
us?
JAKE: I
don’t know. They seemed to be in a real
hurry. But Donny just has to eat before such a
long trip. He’ll never make it
otherwise.
(ZACH AND BEN ENTER RIGHT, BLOCKING THE WAY FOR JAKE AND
SARAH.)
ZACH: Well,
well. If it isn’t the Sissy
Sisters. Sissy Sarah and Sissy Jake.
BEN: Where’s
your stumble-bum donkey Jake? I didn’t
think you went anywhere
these days without stumble-bum.
JAKE: Come
on, Sarah. Just ignore them. (THEY TRY TO LEAVE BUT ZACH AND BEN
CONTINUE TO PREVENT THEM FROM MOVING.)
ZACH: He
doesn’t. She’s right there beside him. See he’s even carrying her lunch.
SARAH: You’re
the ones who are dumb.
ZACH: Told
you he was a sissy. Let’s his little
sister do the talking. Maybe we should
feed them both with some of this donkey slop.
(HE GRABS FOR THE
SACK OF GRAIN BUT JAKE HIDES IT BEHIND HIS BACK.)
JAKE: No. I won’t give it to you.
BEN: Oh,
he won’t give it to you.
ZACH: He
won’t? So what, I’ll just take it.
JAKE: No!
SARAH: It
doesn’t belong to you. Donny needs it.
(AS THEY TALK THE BOYS TRY TO CIRCLE AROUND BEHIND JAKE AND
SARAH TO GET THE GRAIN BAG.)
BEN:
Donny Donkey. What a stupid name.
ZACH: That
lazy donkey doesn’t work hard enough to get fed. Just follows his mother around the pen like a little
sissy.
SARAH: He’s
going to work hard today.
JAKE: (WARNING) Sarah.
SARAH: He is!
ZACH: So
what is he going to do? Carry Sissy
Sarah on his back around the pen a couple
of times?
BEN: Maybe
Sissy Jake is going to ride him. He must
weigh at least two pounds more
than his little sister.
SARAH: He and
his mother are going to carry a king.
JAKE: Sarah!
BEN: She’s
crazy.
ZACH: A
king? What king?
SARAH: The
Messiah King. Donny and his mother have
been chosen to carry the king
into Jerusalem. Listen!
OFFSTAGE: (SHOUTING) Hosanna.
Hosanna in the highest. Blessed
is he that cometh
in the name of the Lord. Hosanna to the
son of David.
JAKE: (TAKES
ADVANTAGE OF ZACH AND BEN’S BEING DISTRACTED.) Quick, Sarah.
Take the grain and run. Donny’s
going to need
it. (AS SARAH GRABS THE BAG AND RUNS
OFFSTAGE, JAKE
LAUNCHES HIMSELF AT THE TWO BULLIES TO KEEP THEM
FROM CHASING HER.)
BEN: Hey,
what do you think you’re doing.
ZACH: Come
back here you little sissy. That’s our
grain.
JAKE: No,
it isn’t. It belongs to Donny and he
belongs to the King.
ZACH: (GRABBING
JAKE BY THE ARM AND RAISING HIS FIST TO STRIKE.) We’re going to teach you a lesson you’ll
never forget.
BEN: Do
you really think we should?
ZACH: Of
course I think we should.
OFFSTAGE: Hosanna to
the son of David.
BEN: But
what if the king comes this way? If the
King chose his donkey, then he
must know him too.
ZACH: You’re
right. (DROPPING HIS FIST) OK. We’re
going to let you go this time
sissy. But if we ever catch you again…
OFFSTAGE: (LOUDLY) Hosanna in the highest.
BEN: Hurry,
Zach. They’re coming.
(BEN AND ZACH EXIT LEFT.
SARAH COMES ON FROM THE RIGHT.)
SARAH: Are you
all right?
JAKE: I’m
fine. Did you get the food to
Donny?
SARAH: Just in
time. The King was already sitting on
Donny’s mother. It was so wonderful, Jake. And people were taking off their robes and
spreading them
all across the street for him to ride on.
And someone handed me these
palm branches. Everyone is waving
them. Oh, it’s so exciting.
JAKE: (LOOKING
OFFSTAGE RIGHT) I can see them,
Sarah. They’re coming. Donny and his mother. And there’s the king. Hosanna!
JAKE AND SARAH: Hosanna
in the highest. Blessed is he who cometh
in the name of the
Lord.
The End
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