Kid-friendly version of an older skit, "1-800-Ride-With-Sara." Gotta give a nod to my old writing partner Sara Moore-Gruber on this one.
Why We Pray
By John Cosper
CHARACTERS
Erin Mills- A little girl
Sara- Erin's teenage sister
Two chairs are set up on stage like the front seat of a car. Erin sits in the passenger seat, and Sara in the driver's seat. She mimes adjusting her seat, seatbelt, and mirrors like a new driver as Erin speaks to the audience.
ERIN: Hello! My name is Erin Mills, and this is my sister, Sara. Say hi to Sara everybody!
Wait for kids to say hi.
ERIN: Sara, say hi to the kids.
SARA: No.
ERIN: We're here in Sara's car to learn the answer to a very big question: why do we pray? I asked my Mommy this question the other night, and she had a little trouble answering. But then my Daddy walked in the house after taking Sara here to get her driver's license. I asked him the same question, and he said, if you wanna know why we pray, just take a ride with Sara. So here, I am with the bestest sister in the world!
Erin hugs Sara's arm.
SARA: Get off me, you little fungus!
ERIN: We're gonna go to the mall because Daddy says it's the least likely driving route to get us both turned into road kill, whatever that means.
SARA: Dad doesn't know what he's talking about! I'm a great driver.
ERIN: And you're a great sister!
SARA: Buckle your seatbelt, and let's get this over with.
Erin mimes buckling her seatbelt as Sara mimes starting the car.
ERIN: Now, kids, remember that you need a license to drive, and you shouldn't drive unles you--
Sound effect of squealing tires. Sara and Erin mean back as if the car just leapt from 0 to 150. Erin screams.
ERIN: Sara! You're going too fast!
SARA: I am not!
ERIN: You're gonna hit that old lady!
Sara swerves; they both lean one way.
ERIN: You're gonna hit that doggy!
Sara swerves, and they lean the other way.
ERIN: You're gonna hit that mail--
Sound effect of a smashing mailbox.
ERIN: You hit that mailbox!
SARA: It was in the road!
ERIN: It was in the road because you knocked it into the road!
SARA: Will you be quiet and let me drive?
ERIN: I can't be quiet! I... I... I have to pray! O Lord in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, and forgive my sister, she knows not how to drive!
SARA: I do too!
ERIN: Lord, please protect me from my sister's bad driving, and please protect everyone else around us!
Sound of a bump and a car screeching.
ERIN: And please welcome that poor kitty cat into your heavenly land up there! In Jesus' name, Amen!
Screeching tires. Sara and Erin lean forward, then flop back.
SARA: Out of the car, we're here.
ERIN: Thank you, Jesus!!! I survived! And I know now why we pray.
SARA: You're not going to tell Dad about the cat, are you?
Erin looks at the audience, then at Sara.
ERIN: Will you buy me a cookie?
SARA: (rolls her eyes) Fine.
ERIN: Yay!
They both exit "the car" and exit the stage.
Sound of squealing tires.
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