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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>444</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/YoungLifePlaybook" /><feedburner:info uri="younglifeplaybook" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMRncycSp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-2653716776831703970</id><published>2010-03-07T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:04:47.999-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T18:04:47.999-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>We Are The World Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the song with all of your leaders acting out and lip-syncing the different parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are the World&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When we head a certain call&lt;br /&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to lend a hand to life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Pretending day by day&lt;br /&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;br /&gt;We are all a part of&lt;br /&gt;God's great big family&lt;br /&gt;And the truth, you know love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send them your heart&lt;br /&gt;So they'll know that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free&lt;br /&gt;As God has shown us by turning stone to bread&lt;br /&gt;So we all must lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and out&lt;br /&gt;There seems no hope at all&lt;br /&gt;But if you just believe&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we can fall&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, well, let us realize&lt;br /&gt;That a change will only come&lt;br /&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2W4-0qUdHY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2W4-0qUdHY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-2653716776831703970?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/lAYHO3QhAyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/2653716776831703970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/03/we-are-world-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/2653716776831703970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/2653716776831703970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/lAYHO3QhAyI/we-are-world-skit.html" title="We Are The World Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/03/we-are-world-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMARHgzeSp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-8900930709273887529</id><published>2010-03-07T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:54:05.681-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T17:54:05.681-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>King And Queen Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costumes for king, queen, princess, gatekeeper, suitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king, queen, princess, gatekeeper, suitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need two people and the script memorized:&lt;br /&gt;(#1 picks up broom stick and stands to right of chair. #2 is offstage to the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: For this evening's entertainment, we offer you this cultural classic, currently captivating crowds across the country at finer dinner theaters and thespian gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, we bring you, "The Marriage of the Princess". Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(#2 enters, riding a horse, and gallops up to the door.)&lt;br /&gt;#2: Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Knock, Knock, Knock.&lt;br /&gt;#1: (as doorman) Yes, may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;#2: I want to marry the princess!&lt;br /&gt;#1: I'll have to ask the King.&lt;br /&gt;(#1 slowly turns around while #2 runs behind him, sits down, and puts the large pot on his head. He is now the King.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: King?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;#1: There is a man at the door who wants to marry your daughter, the princess.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Oh, I'll have to ask my wife, the Queen, now won't I?&lt;br /&gt;(slowly turns as #1 drops his staff, sits down, and puts on the small pot. He is now the Queen and should use an appropriate voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Queen?&lt;br /&gt;#1: Yes, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;#2: There is a man at the door who wants to marry our daughter, the princess.&lt;br /&gt;#1: Well, we must ask her then, mustn't we?&lt;br /&gt;(turns as #2 sits in last chair and puts kerchief over head. He is the Princess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Princess?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Yes, mother?&lt;br /&gt;#1: There is a man at the door who wishes to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Hmmm, tell him, No Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;#1: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#2 becomes King.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#1 becomes doorman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#1: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#2 becomes knight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Darn!&lt;br /&gt;#2: Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. (exits stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: (to audience) A few days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(#2 enters, riding a horse, and gallups up to the door.)&lt;br /&gt;#2: Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Knock, Knock, Knock.&lt;br /&gt;#1: (as doorman) Yes, may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;#2: I want to PLEASE marry the princess!&lt;br /&gt;#1: I'll have to ask the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: King?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;#1: There is a man at the door who wants to PLEASE marry your daughter, the princess.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Oh, I'll have to ask my wife, the Queen, now won't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Queen?&lt;br /&gt;#1: Yes, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;#2: There is a man at the door who wants to PLEASE marry our daughter, the princess.&lt;br /&gt;#1: Well, we must ask her then, mustn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Princess?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Yes, mother?&lt;br /&gt;#1: There is a man at the door who wishes to PLEASE marry you.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Hmmm, tell him, No Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;#1: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#2 becomes King.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#1 becomes doorman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#1: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#2 becomes knight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Darn!&lt;br /&gt;#2: Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. (exits stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: (to audience) A few days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(#2 enters, riding a horse, and gallups up to the door.)&lt;br /&gt;#2: Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Clippity-Clop. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Knock, Knock, Knock.&lt;br /&gt;#1: (as doorman) Yes, may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;#2: I am here to marry the princess, and I won't take NO for an answer!&lt;br /&gt;#1: I'll have to ask the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: King?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;#1: There is a man at the door who wants to marry your daughter, the princess, and he won't take NO for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Oh, I'll have to ask my wife, the Queen, now won't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Queen?&lt;br /&gt;#1: Yes, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;#2: There is a man at the door who wants to marry our daughter, the princess, and he won't take NO for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;#1: Well, we must ask her then, mustn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Princess?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Yes, mother?&lt;br /&gt;#1: There is a man at the door who wishes to marry you, and he won't take NO for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;#2: Hmmm, tell him, No Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;#1: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#2 becomes King.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#1 becomes doorman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#1: I see.&lt;br /&gt;(#2 becomes knight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: (doorman) She says 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: (knight) I said I won't take NO for an answer - stand aside or die!&lt;br /&gt;(pulls his sword)&lt;br /&gt;#1: Go right in, sir!&lt;br /&gt;(knight gives him the sword as he walks by and sits down as king.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: (king) She said 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#1: (knight) I said I won't take NO for an answer - stand aside or die!&lt;br /&gt;(pulls his sword)&lt;br /&gt;#2: Go right in then!&lt;br /&gt;(knight gives him the sword as he walks by and sits down as queen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: (queen) She said 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#2: (knight) I said I won't take NO for an answer - stand aside or die!&lt;br /&gt;(pulls his sword)&lt;br /&gt;#1: Go right in then!&lt;br /&gt;(knight gives him the sword as he walks by and sits down as princess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: (princess) I said 'No Thank You'.&lt;br /&gt;#1: (knight) I said I won't take NO for an answer - will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Well, Yes then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: (to audience) And, they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETf0bSF4bXE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETf0bSF4bXE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-8900930709273887529?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/Eghb_tRFxOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/8900930709273887529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/03/king-and-queen-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8900930709273887529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8900930709273887529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/Eghb_tRFxOs/king-and-queen-skit.html" title="King And Queen Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/03/king-and-queen-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ERHo5cSp7ImA9WxBUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-4295351144329806732</id><published>2010-02-28T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:16:45.429-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T21:16:45.429-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Lone Ranger Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4sjUPmcbVI/AAAAAAAAB1E/5VtVJ5EM8jw/s1600-h/lone+ranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4sjUPmcbVI/AAAAAAAAB1E/5VtVJ5EM8jw/s200/lone+ranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443483405299510610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hats, 4 guns, 2 masks, lighters, costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranger, Jeb, Cal, Sheriff, Jerimy, Tim, Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio story needs to be memorized. The script can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genericradio.com/show.php?id=1975f5a375929e64"&gt;http://www.genericradio.com/show.php?id=1975f5a375929e64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-4295351144329806732?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/njfmM9P55Ac" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/4295351144329806732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/lone-ranger-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4295351144329806732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4295351144329806732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/njfmM9P55Ac/lone-ranger-skit.html" title="Lone Ranger Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4sjUPmcbVI/AAAAAAAAB1E/5VtVJ5EM8jw/s72-c/lone+ranger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/lone-ranger-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDRn44eip7ImA9WxBUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-5484420123443842843</id><published>2010-02-28T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:04:37.032-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T21:04:37.032-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wet" /><title>Grecian Urn Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4sgq_-ssVI/AAAAAAAAB08/3_Kxi8_AVME/s1600-h/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4sgq_-ssVI/AAAAAAAAB08/3_Kxi8_AVME/s200/fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443480497708380498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;togas, water, music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 Greeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four or five people spit water in a ballerina type fashion making a human fountain while going along with the music. It works well for each person to have a pitcher of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-5484420123443842843?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/a-u39lVTkFE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/5484420123443842843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/grecian-urn-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/5484420123443842843?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/5484420123443842843?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/a-u39lVTkFE/grecian-urn-skit.html" title="Grecian Urn Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4sgq_-ssVI/AAAAAAAAB08/3_Kxi8_AVME/s72-c/fountain.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/grecian-urn-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECSH86cSp7ImA9WxBVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-7691711648183962829</id><published>2010-02-22T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:54:29.119-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-22T21:54:29.119-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trick" /><title>Bus Stop Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4NDQsY7V9I/AAAAAAAAB00/fC61bkEDd3s/s1600-h/bus+stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4NDQsY7V9I/AAAAAAAAB00/fC61bkEDd3s/s200/bus+stop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441266728866371538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus stop scene, 2 trench coats, Lion Sleeps Tonight music, random props&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus passengers, 2 pick-pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the leaders can be in this one. Everyone is sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Two people with trench-coats on are also there. These two get into a conversation about how every day they all come to the same bus stop but never interact. One starts singing the Lion Sleeps Tonight song, the other person joins in, gradually everyone is doing it until they are all dancing around singing. One person says that the bus is there, and the group acts like they are getting on (leaving the room). The first two people stay back and start pulling things out of there jacket asking each other what they got (they were pick-pocketing all the others while they were dancing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-7691711648183962829?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/8hdRXMJbnQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/7691711648183962829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/bus-stop-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/7691711648183962829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/7691711648183962829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/8hdRXMJbnQ8/bus-stop-skit.html" title="Bus Stop Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S4NDQsY7V9I/AAAAAAAAB00/fC61bkEDd3s/s72-c/bus+stop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/bus-stop-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBQnc_fyp7ImA9WxBVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-6732131909410662765</id><published>2010-02-22T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:47:33.947-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-22T21:47:33.947-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Who’s On First Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 baseball uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbot, Costello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is an Abbot and Costello skit. You will need to memorize the script and baseball uniforms work well for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Well Costello, I'm going to New York with you. You know Bucky Harris, the Yankee's manager, gave me a job as coach for as long as you're on the team.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Look Abbott, if you're the coach, you must know all the players.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: I certainly do.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Well you know I've never met the guys. So you'll have to tell me their names, and then I'll know who's playing on the team.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know it seems to me they give these ball players now-a-days very peculiar names.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: You mean funny names?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Strange names, pet names...like Dizzy Dean...&lt;br /&gt;Costello: His brother Daffy.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Daffy Dean...&lt;br /&gt;Costello: And their French cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: French?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Goofè.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Goofè Dean. Well, let's see, we have on the bags, Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third...&lt;br /&gt;Costello: That's what I want to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: I say Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know's on third.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Are you the manager?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: You gonna be the coach too?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: And you don't know the fellows' names?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Well I should.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Well then who's on first?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I mean the fellow's name.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The guy on first.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The first baseman.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The guy playing...&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who is on first!&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm asking YOU who's on first.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's the man's name.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: That's who's name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Well go ahead and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: That's who?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Look, you gotta first baseman?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Who's playing first?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: When you pay off the first baseman every month, who gets the money?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Every dollar of it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: All I'm trying to find out is the fellow's name on first base.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The guy that gets...&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Who gets the money...&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: He does, every dollar. Sometimes his wife comes down and collects it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Whose wife?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: What's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Look, all I wanna know is when you sign up the first baseman, how does he sign his name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The guy.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: How does he sign...&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's how he signs it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: All I'm trying to find out is what's the guy's name on first base.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: No. What is on second base.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who's on first.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: One base at a time!&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Well, don't change the players around.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm not changing nobody!&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Take it easy, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm only asking you, who's the guy on first base?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: What's the guy's name on first base?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: No. What is on second.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who's on first.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: He's on third, we're not talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Now how did I get on third base?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Why you mentioned his name.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: No. Who's playing first.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: What's on first?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: What's on second.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: He's on third.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: There I go, back on third again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Would you just stay on third base and don't go off it.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: All right, what do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Now who's playing third base?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Why do you insist on putting Who on third base?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: What am I putting on third.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: No. What is on second.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: You don't want who on second?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who is on first.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott &amp;amp; Costello Together:Third base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Look, you gotta outfield?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The left fielder's name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Why.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I just thought I'd ask you.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Well, I just thought I'd tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Then tell me who's playing left field.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who's playing first.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm not... stay out of the infield! I want to know what's the guy's name in left field?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: No, What is on second.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Who's on first!&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott &amp;amp; Costello Together: Third base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The left fielder's name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Why.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Because!&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Oh, he's centerfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Look, You gotta pitcher on this team?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The pitcher's name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: You don't want to tell me today?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: I'm telling you now.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Then go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Costello: What time?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: What time what?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: What time tomorrow are you gonna tell me who's pitching?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Now listen. Who is not pitching.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I'll break your arm, you say who's on first! I want to know what's the pitcher's name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: What's on second.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott &amp;amp; Costello Together: Third base!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Gotta a catcher?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: The catcher's name?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Today.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Today, and tomorrow's pitching.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Now you've got it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: All we got is a couple of days on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: You know I'm a catcher too.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: So they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I get behind the plate to do some fancy catching, Tomorrow's pitching on my team and a heavy hitter gets up. Now the heavy hitter bunts the ball. When he bunts the ball, me, being a good catcher, I'm gonna throw the guy out at first base. So I pick up the ball and throw it to who?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Now that's the first thing you've said right.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I don't even know what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's all you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Is to throw the ball to first base.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Now who's got it?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Look, if I throw the ball to first base, somebody's gotta get it. Now who has it?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Naturally?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: So I pick up the ball and I throw it to Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: No you don't, you throw the ball to Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's different.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: That's what I said.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: You're not saying it...&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I throw the ball to Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: You throw it to Who.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: That's what I said!&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: You ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I throw the ball to who?&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Now you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: You throw the ball to Who?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Costello: Same as you! Same as YOU! I throw the ball to who. Whoever it is drops the ball and the guy runs to second. Who picks up the ball and throws it to What. What throws it to I Don't Know. I Don't Know throws it back to Tomorrow, Triple play. Another guy gets up and hits a long fly ball to Because. Why? I don't know! He's on third and I don't give a darn!&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: What?&lt;br /&gt;Costello: I said I don't give a darn!&lt;br /&gt;Abbott: Oh, that's our shortstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sShMA85pv8M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sShMA85pv8M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-6732131909410662765?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/Ys9RijBmKjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/6732131909410662765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/whos-on-first-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/6732131909410662765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/6732131909410662765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/Ys9RijBmKjY/whos-on-first-skit.html" title="Who’s On First Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/whos-on-first-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMSHs-fyp7ImA9WxBVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-3361135067595948957</id><published>2010-02-15T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:13:09.557-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-15T21:13:09.557-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shock factor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="messy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trick" /><title>Irate Neighbor Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cream pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For this skit to work, you need to have the angry neighbor be played by an adult who the kids do not know. A good idea is a man on your committee. It's crucial that no kid recognizes this guy, though.)&lt;br /&gt;First appearance: angry neighbor knocks on the door loudly, claiming a car is parking his driveway (which is a leaders car, and they go out to move it). Angry neighbor is slightly ticked off, and asks for everybody to try and hold it down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second appearance: after a song (preferably a loud one), angry neighbor knocks again louder, and is angry because of the noise. He asks who's in charge of this, and a leader tries to calm him down. The neighbor says stuff like he just got home from a long day at work, and he can't relax with all the noise. He's a little louder this time, and a little more confrontational. After the leader reassures the angry neighbor, he leaves. By this time, the kids probably can't believe what a jerk this guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and last appearance: a few minutes later, during one more really loud song, (or a loud game, or anything loud) he busts in the door, and gets right in the leaders face, poking him in the chest, telling him he's going to call the police if he doesn't shut this "meeting" down immediately. Then, the leader starts to get mad back. He reaches behind something, (a counter or anything) and produces a cream pie and smashes it in the face of the angry neighbor, then grabs him by his shirt and throws him out the door. The kids either are hooting and hollering, or are freaked out that the leader would actually do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, (and this is important) the leader brings the angry neighbor back in, and tells everybody it's all a gag. This skit is a great way to introduce the kids to a guy on committee (who doesn't mind getting thrashed), and also show another adult who loves YL and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: if one kid knows about it early, it'll probably blow the whole thing. You can't do this very often, not even once a year, because a kid will probably remember it, and then pipe up during club. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-3361135067595948957?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/GStcrmVhL-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/3361135067595948957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/irate-neighbor-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3361135067595948957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3361135067595948957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/GStcrmVhL-E/irate-neighbor-skit.html" title="Irate Neighbor Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/irate-neighbor-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcNSXg4fyp7ImA9WxBVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-4456273618196499422</id><published>2010-02-15T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:08:18.637-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-15T21:08:18.637-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Da Tre Berrese Skit (an Italian Fairy Tale)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S3n98yQc6UI/AAAAAAAAB0s/mHcsIu_TBiQ/s1600-h/goldilocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S3n98yQc6UI/AAAAAAAAB0s/mHcsIu_TBiQ/s200/goldilocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438657245751339330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narrator, Mama berre, Papa berre, Bebi berre, Goldilachese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Narrator reads and kids or leaders act out.)&lt;br /&gt;Uans oppona taim ues tre Berrese. Mama berre, Papa berre, e Bebi berre live ine contri nire foresta…naise aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unno dai, pappa, mama, e bebi go tuda biche anie forghette locha di dorre. Bai en bai commese Goldilachese. Schi garra nattinghe tudo batta meiche troble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schi puschie olle fudde daon di naute. No leve cromme. Dan schi gos appesterese enne slipse in alle beddse…leise slobbe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai enne bai commese omme de tre berrese. Alle sonnebrande enne sandinna scius. Dei garra no fudde; garra no beddse en wara dei goine due to Goldilachese? Tro erre inne strit? Colle pullisemenne? Fette cienze! Dei vas Italian berres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldilachese stei derra tre unniddase. Schi etta aute auseun homme. Ongusta becose dei asche erra to meiche de beddse schi sai "go jumpe in di lache!" enne runne omma criane tu erra mam, tellen erre vat sansigunses di tre berres vor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vatsi use? Varrjugoine du? Go complieneto sittiole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ende!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-4456273618196499422?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/KX8ecebmctc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/4456273618196499422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/da-tre-berrese-skit-italian-fairy-tale.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4456273618196499422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4456273618196499422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/KX8ecebmctc/da-tre-berrese-skit-italian-fairy-tale.html" title="Da Tre Berrese Skit (an Italian Fairy Tale)" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S3n98yQc6UI/AAAAAAAAB0s/mHcsIu_TBiQ/s72-c/goldilocks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/da-tre-berrese-skit-italian-fairy-tale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQASX0zcCp7ImA9WxBWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-1413425298363878408</id><published>2010-02-07T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:45:48.388-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-07T23:45:48.388-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Commercial Skits</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2-WMgCS9JI/AAAAAAAAB0k/102Vd_D3VQQ/s1600-h/nike+penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2-WMgCS9JI/AAAAAAAAB0k/102Vd_D3VQQ/s200/nike+penny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435728416761640082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;various&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;various&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any commercial can be fair game for a one-timer skit. Keep your eyes open. For example, mocking the milk commercials have worked well. Also, you could use a little puppet with a kid’s face on it like the Nike Little Penny Hardaway commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-1413425298363878408?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/2yNs6H4fJ2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/1413425298363878408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/commercial-skits.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/1413425298363878408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/1413425298363878408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/2yNs6H4fJ2g/commercial-skits.html" title="Commercial Skits" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2-WMgCS9JI/AAAAAAAAB0k/102Vd_D3VQQ/s72-c/nike+penny.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/commercial-skits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BRHY6cSp7ImA9WxBWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-6398535726683759933</id><published>2010-02-07T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:39:15.819-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-07T23:39:15.819-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentines day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Talk Show Travesty Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2-VXR_CPnI/AAAAAAAAB0c/95pYTPnwXBY/s1600-h/talk+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2-VXR_CPnI/AAAAAAAAB0c/95pYTPnwXBY/s200/talk+show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435727502456798834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costumes, 3 chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guest female, tough guy, burnout guy, host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s your chance to mock the favorite daytime talk show trash of your choice. Do it up like any show you wish. Today your guests are students who their whole life have only used one word. One guest female only say "OK" (flightily) to everything, one large tough guy only says "dude," and a third burnout guy only says "whoa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin with the girl. Questions are like: What has life been like for you? How do you communicate with your parents? How do you do in school?" She answers these with some undertones to each OK. Your host mentions that peer pressure sure must be tough in today’s school. Would she jump off a bridge if her friends did? She hesitates with a thoughtful face, then perks up dizzily and says OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next you work on the burnout "whoa" guy. Ask him questions about how he feels about things. For example, what do you think about your life? How does your girlfriend feel about this? What do you feel when kids pick on you? He answers each with undertones to match his whoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you work on the "dude." He answers each similar question with an attitude or excitement depending on the question. The interviewer is concerned that these people can’t really communicate so he goes to the audience with questions. Kids planted in the audience ask the dude guy what he’d do if someone stole his bike. He grabs a chair and swings it around while yelling violently "dude!" The kid with the questions shakes his head and says "right on man! I hear you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer shrugs his shoulders and says he wants to watch each of he guys ask the girl out on a date. Dude guy turns to her and says real romantically and with the nod of a head to the door "dude." She looks lovingly at him and sighs "OK." Dude guy acts all cocky then. Whoa boy then turns to her and caresses her cheek and says whoa real intensely. She sighs and reaches for his hand and says "OK." He smiles and she moves closer to him. Dude guy comes over to whoa boy and says toughly "Dude!" Whoa boy acts all scared and says "whoa, whoa" defensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they scuffle and dude guy picks up whoa boy and tosses him out. He leaves yelling "whoa." Dude turns to OK girl and offers his hand. She takes it and say "OK!" They walk off happily together. Your host wraps up and tells them to tune in tomorrow for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-6398535726683759933?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/zJG81TpUYSg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/6398535726683759933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/talk-show-travesty-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/6398535726683759933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/6398535726683759933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/zJG81TpUYSg/talk-show-travesty-skit.html" title="Talk Show Travesty Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2-VXR_CPnI/AAAAAAAAB0c/95pYTPnwXBY/s72-c/talk+show.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/02/talk-show-travesty-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDSXg7eCp7ImA9WxBXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-2280907061719816712</id><published>2010-01-31T17:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:57:58.600-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-31T17:57:58.600-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Olympic Nose Blowing Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2YK4sXJY_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/t0Gw6yeusgw/s1600-h/nose+blowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2YK4sXJY_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/t0Gw6yeusgw/s200/nose+blowing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433041969566278642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymnastics uniform, hand chalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcer, commentator, competitor, (judges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea is to mock Olympic announcing. You must have funny hosts. Have a Bryant Gumball host and a Mary Lou Retna commentator to go along with him. They talk about Olympic nose blowing and comment on your first contestant (in a gymnastics uniform, loosening up, chalking the hands).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can talk about how she blew out a nostril on her last blow and really shouldn't be competing but the team may need this to win the gold. Great comments like, "Would you look at the nostrils on her, Mary. I bet kissing her is like double dating a two car garage." "It’s snot really possible to get a perfect 10 here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may want to bring in judges. She picks up hankie, hobbles on one leg, gets a score, wins, whatever. Announcers can toss to end skit, "and to Bruce Jenner and company for a look at the indoor javelin catching competition."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-2280907061719816712?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/B_PyffcTSZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/2280907061719816712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/olympic-nose-blowing-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/2280907061719816712?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/2280907061719816712?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/B_PyffcTSZU/olympic-nose-blowing-skit.html" title="Olympic Nose Blowing Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S2YK4sXJY_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/t0Gw6yeusgw/s72-c/nose+blowing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/olympic-nose-blowing-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMR3cyeip7ImA9WxBXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-3209028015793847239</id><published>2010-01-31T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:48:06.992-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-31T17:48:06.992-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Wind Beneath My Wings Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar, ice, 2 flashlights, 2 hair dryers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leader, 2 pranksters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a good skit for two seniors to have some fun with you. We have used it to kick off a senior skit night as a Saturday Night Live like opening. Explain to the crowd the tradition and incredible meaning of this night, and how you and two other seniors have chosen a very serious song to kick things off that you feel will set the tone for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come and stand on either side of you very serious, and you begin to play the guitar. You all begin to sing, "It must have been cold there in my shadow" (as you finish the line they break in "You’re as cold as ice…" and throw ice down you back). You yell at them and they apologize, you reluctantly go on. "To never have sunlight on your face" (They break off into Sunshine On My Shoulders as they shine big flashlights in your eyes). You chew them out more, then go on. "You were always one step behind" (You may have them de-pants you, with some great shorts on underneath, or smack a kick me sign on your behind…pointing and singing Moon River).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same scenario, you go on keeping your eyes on them. "You’re everything I wish I could be." You turn defensively only to have them looking innocently back at you. You go on big, "You are the wind beneath my wings!" They lift your arms and use hair dryers on you. You explode for a final time and ask them, "Why are you doing this? What do you think this is?" They look at one another and yell, "Live from &lt;your&gt;, it’s Monday night!" Lights out, Saturday Night Live music on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-3209028015793847239?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/ITk0PUcCPZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/3209028015793847239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/wind-beneath-my-wings-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3209028015793847239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3209028015793847239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/ITk0PUcCPZs/wind-beneath-my-wings-skit.html" title="Wind Beneath My Wings Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/wind-beneath-my-wings-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cASHw8cSp7ImA9WxBXE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-9037058490872834569</id><published>2010-01-24T23:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:50:49.279-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T23:50:49.279-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shock factor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating/drinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trick" /><title>Dirty Socks/Laundry Detergent Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S10inV1n-MI/AAAAAAAAB0M/pFVC2uQuXXE/s1600-h/tide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S10inV1n-MI/AAAAAAAAB0M/pFVC2uQuXXE/s200/tide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430534784950991042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 white socks, chocolate syrup, 2 detergent bottles, milk, food coloring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commercial character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a TV commercial. Get a pair of white socks with chocolate syrup all over them to make them look dirty. Fill two different detergent bottles with milk and food coloring. Wash the socks and compare the results. Both clean the same so drink the "water" to see which tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LM-3AYpg5s0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LM-3AYpg5s0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-9037058490872834569?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/1ut-MOKNJ8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/9037058490872834569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/dirty-sockslaundry-detergent-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/9037058490872834569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/9037058490872834569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/1ut-MOKNJ8c/dirty-sockslaundry-detergent-skit.html" title="Dirty Socks/Laundry Detergent Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S10inV1n-MI/AAAAAAAAB0M/pFVC2uQuXXE/s72-c/tide.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/dirty-sockslaundry-detergent-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBQnY_eCp7ImA9WxBXE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-4265672794123835506</id><published>2010-01-24T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:44:13.840-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T23:44:13.840-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shock factor" /><title>Water Shortage At The Frat House Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S10hlPCd0SI/AAAAAAAAB0E/gzJ0bqUmIbs/s1600-h/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S10hlPCd0SI/AAAAAAAAB0E/gzJ0bqUmIbs/s200/glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430533649254437154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table, sign, comb, Q-tip, frosting, whipped cream, aspirin, glass, water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 frat guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a "picture if you will" skit of a water shortage at a local frat house. The scene opens with a glass of water on a table with a sign that reads, "water out of order, this is the last glass." Guys enter one at a time all in jammies as if it is a mirror and do different things with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First guy combs hair dipping in and out of cup, second guy cleans ears (fake it but have flour on the Q-tip to cloud water), third guy rinses and spits toothpaste (frosting), fourth guy shaves (whipped cream), fifth guy comes in to take aspirin and drinks the water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-4265672794123835506?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/tAKSc71TmhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/4265672794123835506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/water-shortage-at-frat-house-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4265672794123835506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4265672794123835506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/tAKSc71TmhU/water-shortage-at-frat-house-skit.html" title="Water Shortage At The Frat House Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S10hlPCd0SI/AAAAAAAAB0E/gzJ0bqUmIbs/s72-c/glass.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/water-shortage-at-frat-house-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ERHc9eyp7ImA9WxBQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-2193138875890724847</id><published>2010-01-17T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:35:05.963-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-17T19:35:05.963-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Little Mobile Nemo Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long sleeve shirt, safety pins, gloves, shorts with high socks or pants and shoes, elf hat, dark-colored king size sheet or blanket, pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This skit works great with Christmas elves or little UPS people (people that carry lots of packages). Here is how it works: this is a single uniform for one person. The person puts a long sleeve shirt over their head, but puts their arms down through the shirt (not in the sleeves). The sleeves must be stuffed to look full, safety pin gloves to the arms as well. Then, put shorts with high socks or pants and shoes on their arms so that they will look like the legs (much like Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;). Pin the shorts or pants to the shirt, throw on an elf hat and you begin to see the littler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the person kneels down in the middle of a dark-colored king size sheet or blanket with their entire body on the blanket, but their "arms-now legs for the creature" are outside the sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Throw a pillow or two on their legs (their real legs) and then wrap their real legs and body and pillows up into a bundle and pull the tie portion of the bundle over their shoulder and pin it to their fake hands (also pull the sheet up under their fake legs and pin it on their shirt in back for better support as well). Now with their hands, and then dragging their body in what looks to be a big sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind then to keep their shoulders back and head up for good posture and appearance. Do whatever you want with them, just keep in mind that they have no way to move their fake arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-2193138875890724847?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/MHCHBVXIg9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/2193138875890724847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/little-mobile-nemo-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/2193138875890724847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/2193138875890724847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/MHCHBVXIg9E/little-mobile-nemo-skit.html" title="Little Mobile Nemo Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/little-mobile-nemo-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMSXg5eip7ImA9WxBQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-8103957922823315951</id><published>2010-01-17T19:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:38:08.622-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-17T19:38:08.622-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="messy" /><title>Little Nemo Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S1OtXxtLdkI/AAAAAAAABz8/I5OiycYiDOc/s1600-h/Little+Nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S1OtXxtLdkI/AAAAAAAABz8/I5OiycYiDOc/s200/Little+Nemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427872599903008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 sheets, table, shorts, shoes, big shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be done in a doorway. You need two people one with long arms. The front person is the face and legs placing hands into shoes. The back person is the arms by reaching around the front person and through slits in back of shirt then out the sleeves. One sheet hides the legs under the table and other sheet hides the back person. You may want a third sheet to place in front of them and pull it over their heads so they can get in and out unnoticed. Nemo can be prepared for a date (brush teeth, comb hair, shave (remove blade from razor)). Also do exercises. Dancing with a strobe light helps. Practice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-8103957922823315951?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/TQZaFr_1Ffw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/8103957922823315951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/little-nemo-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8103957922823315951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8103957922823315951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/TQZaFr_1Ffw/little-nemo-skit.html" title="Little Nemo Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S1OtXxtLdkI/AAAAAAAABz8/I5OiycYiDOc/s72-c/Little+Nemo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/little-nemo-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANQ3kyeSp7ImA9WxBRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-3249579810458936519</id><published>2010-01-05T23:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:23:12.791-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T23:23:12.791-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating/drinking" /><title>You Gotta Try This! Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table, chairs, food, plates, milk, glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 family members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family is sitting around the table getting ready to eat. A kid comes running in and hits his toe on the table. "Oh, this hurts so much! I’ve never stubbed my toe this hard, I think its broke." He carries on and says, "You gotta try this and see what I mean! It hurts!" They all get up and try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another family member takes a bite of dinner and burns their mouth. They spit it out screaming how hot it is and carrying on and says, "You all got to try this!" They all do, screaming and burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another takes a swig of some lumpy old sour milk carrying on how disgusting it is saying, "You got to try some of this!" They do and behave similarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene ends when someone comes in saying "Oh man, I just got hit by a bus, every one of my ribs are broken and I have internal bleeding! You gotta try this!" They all run out and scream with screeching tires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-3249579810458936519?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/pUufb1_cx7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/3249579810458936519/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/you-gotta-try-this-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3249579810458936519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3249579810458936519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/pUufb1_cx7o/you-gotta-try-this-skit.html" title="You Gotta Try This! Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/you-gotta-try-this-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQMQng6eSp7ImA9WxBRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-3476541798289291044</id><published>2010-01-05T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:59:43.611-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T22:59:43.611-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trick" /><title>Spittoon Boy Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain slicker, boots, hat, goggles, coffee can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hillbillies, Spittoon Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hillbillies acting like they are chewing begin to brag about their spitting prowess. One spits for speed, one for distance and one for power. They decide to have a contest and call out Spittoon Boy (guy enters wearing rain slicker, boots, hat, goggles, and carrying a coffee can).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each back him up more and spit for distance. He flicks the can each time as if the spit landed in it. The last guy even sends him out side, down the street (he comes back amazed). Now for speed, he flicks the can, he flicks it faster, the third time he flicks before the guy spits. Now for power, he flicks and falters a bit. He flicks and falters more, third time he flicks and spills it (water) all over crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-3476541798289291044?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/0V5eLqr_XKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/3476541798289291044/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/spittoon-boy-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3476541798289291044?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3476541798289291044?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/0V5eLqr_XKI/spittoon-boy-skit.html" title="Spittoon Boy Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/spittoon-boy-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANQ3k7cCp7ImA9WxBRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-7311113414485700723</id><published>2010-01-05T22:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:49:52.708-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T22:49:52.708-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating/drinking" /><title>Coke’s Fine Dining Campaign Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S0QIIXiw8UI/AAAAAAAABzs/ZTl0xy08-5E/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S0QIIXiw8UI/AAAAAAAABzs/ZTl0xy08-5E/s200/coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423468791112724802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottle of coke, 2 tuxes, 2 prom dresses, handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 commercial actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quick commercial: "And now ladies and gentlemen, a word from our sponsor. With the successful marketing of the Arch Deluxe for adults, Coca-Cola now turns its advertising to a more mature fine dining audience: Coca Cola — the choice of a mature generation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two couples enter in tuxes and prom gowns. The first girl: pulls out a bottle of Coke; hands it to the next guy in line; he pulls out a handkerchief; twists the cap and hands it to the next girl; she in very lady like fashion guzzles down whole bottle; and hands the empty to the last guy who belches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-7311113414485700723?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/l2SJ6qbDXTw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/7311113414485700723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/cokes-fine-dining-campaign-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/7311113414485700723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/7311113414485700723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/l2SJ6qbDXTw/cokes-fine-dining-campaign-skit.html" title="Coke’s Fine Dining Campaign Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S0QIIXiw8UI/AAAAAAAABzs/ZTl0xy08-5E/s72-c/coke.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/cokes-fine-dining-campaign-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDSXg6eSp7ImA9WxBRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-4068392667293475335</id><published>2010-01-05T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:41:18.611-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T22:41:18.611-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Foreign Exchange Student Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S0QGTlbJ90I/AAAAAAAABzk/e4JZ5GostK4/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S0QGTlbJ90I/AAAAAAAABzk/e4JZ5GostK4/s200/world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423466784794212162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foreign exchange student, leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who can speak a foreign language very fluently. It sometimes is fun if you have a real foreign exchange student at club to have them play it up. Explain that you the leader are excited to make Young Life for everybody, and thought that it may be best to have a foreign exchange student come and share their thoughts on Young Life. You will ask the questions and translate for the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring in your non-English-speaking student and ask them things like…"How do you like the music at club?" Have the student rant and rave, holding there nose, rambling about how awful it is and when they are finished, you smiling, tell the crowd they loved it. Continue until the student gets mad and walks out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-4068392667293475335?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/bU7KKQsx2ls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/4068392667293475335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/foreign-exchange-student-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4068392667293475335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/4068392667293475335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/bU7KKQsx2ls/foreign-exchange-student-skit.html" title="Foreign Exchange Student Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/S0QGTlbJ90I/AAAAAAAABzk/e4JZ5GostK4/s72-c/world.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/foreign-exchange-student-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GR3s4eip7ImA9WxBRFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-5847893832560987435</id><published>2010-01-02T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:38:46.532-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-02T22:38:46.532-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Toucharama Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lab coats, 3D glasses, 2 microphones, chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcer, guy and girl in lab coats, guy and girl backstage, planted kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer sells the skit as a new way to experience movies. One guy and girl in lab coats walk out and stand behind a chair. Meanwhile the announcer pulls up a planted volunteer. The kid sits down in the chair, puts on 3D glasses and stares ahead as if watching a movie behind the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy and girl read a movie story line backstage over microphones while the lab coats help make it "live" to the volunteer. For example, "Oh Jim I've missed you so much I just want to hug you" (Lab coats hugs him). You may kiss, slap, throw water on, the volunteer to make the most of their experience. The volunteer may even ham it up and when they begin to fight, root for them to make up; then they make up, get sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-5847893832560987435?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/4RyE4n7FC-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/5847893832560987435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/toucharama-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/5847893832560987435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/5847893832560987435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/4RyE4n7FC-g/toucharama-skit.html" title="Toucharama Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/toucharama-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNQn0_fSp7ImA9WxBRFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-8123442125753290031</id><published>2010-01-02T00:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:31:33.345-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-02T00:31:33.345-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="low prep" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trick" /><title>Motorcycle Gang Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/Sz7aA4VJvdI/AAAAAAAABzc/W6hTiEod1_I/s1600-h/bikers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/Sz7aA4VJvdI/AAAAAAAABzc/W6hTiEod1_I/s200/bikers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422010710056615378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 round sticks or dowels, 4-5 kazoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 bikers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights and 4 or 5 people come in and lie on their backs, on floor (heads toward crowd) with their arms up in the air, and each having a round stick or dowel covered with tinfoil for the handlebars. They are the bikes. "Bad To The Bone" plays as a "motorcycle gang" walks in they sit on the "bikes" knees and use kazoos to simulate motorcycle sounds. They all lean left, right, wheelie in sync. When they finish, they all say together, "Mom, can we have another quarter?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-8123442125753290031?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/0pfDZjNy2zY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/8123442125753290031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/motorcycle-gang-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8123442125753290031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8123442125753290031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/0pfDZjNy2zY/motorcycle-gang-skit.html" title="Motorcycle Gang Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/Sz7aA4VJvdI/AAAAAAAABzc/W6hTiEod1_I/s72-c/bikers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2010/01/motorcycle-gang-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4FRX8yeip7ImA9WxBREEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-3718213272280336369</id><published>2009-12-29T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:35:14.192-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-29T00:35:14.192-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shock factor" /><title>Peanut Whistlers Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cardboard, markers, shirts, shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a large piece of cardboard and make tall top hats (to cover head arms and chest). Guys take off shirts draw faces on stomachs (belly buttons as mouths). Put shirts on waists and shorts below that. Play music with whistling (Globe-Trotters, middle of Walk like an Egyptian by the Go Go’s) and let them dance through the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-3718213272280336369?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/4TRrl_ZXD-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/3718213272280336369/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2009/12/peanut-whistlers-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3718213272280336369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3718213272280336369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/4TRrl_ZXD-0/peanut-whistlers-skit.html" title="Peanut Whistlers Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2009/12/peanut-whistlers-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRnc_eSp7ImA9WxBSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-8017410519552347710</id><published>2009-12-27T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:44:47.941-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-27T21:44:47.941-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trick" /><title>"The Game" Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costumes, glasses and bottles, pistols, deck of cards, table, 6 chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender, Gaylord Ravenal, Honest Tom Foolery, Just Plain Bill, Injun Joe, Manual Labor, Dirty Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Narrator reads and kids or leaders act out and repeat their lines for... THE GAME!)&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you didn't know it, but for the past 25 years, &lt;your&gt; has been the scene of a momentous occasion.  In truth, this epic of the Old West has been going on for much more than a mere quarter century.  We must go back to the thrilling era of yesteryear, when great herds of buffalo grazed the plains and bandits held up stage coaches.  Yes, for many years in the boom town, now ghost town of Hudsonville, six men brought together by circumstances too unbelievable to believe - got ready to begin on an adventure that would strike feat into the hearts of men everywhere, and the adventure was called... THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year these initial players played again in the same town this terrible game only they knew so well.  Now the descendants of those men still keep alive the tradition sacred to their hearts by meeting once a year playing... THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have probably figured out by now that tonight, yes tonight, is the night that these men will meet and tonight here at &lt;your&gt;, honored for the past 25 years by the players as their playing ground, will be played the most fantastic game.  It is truly the most amazing phenomenon of the age... THE GAME! Truly it is a game of crime, of mystery, yes, even of death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was Gaylord Ravenal 0f the notorious Mississippi Riverboat Gambler.  For him, to win and lose a whole stake in one evening of pleasure is strictly commonplace.  He is sly, underhanded and deadly with a pistol.  Through the years many prizes have crossed the table his way, tonight he has traveled many miles at great expense for the sole purpose of mending his reputation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaylord: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comes in; fixes gun, has cigarette in mouth, shuffles the cards, and then misses.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second there was Honest Tom Foolery - the sheriff from Cut-up Creek.  Old Tom is one of the best sheriffs money can buy.  Tom never runs from trouble.  But of course, he never looks for it either.  Tom is a friend of gunmen, gamblers, train-robbers, horse thieves, and claims jumpers; he also has many enemies as a result of... THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts cocky, steps up to bar, watches Gaylord.. orders drink, gets it poured all over him.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third , there is Just Plain Bill - this is a man as hard as the rocks he digs.  We would like to say more, but we can't because he is just plain Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stumbles in, acts out of it.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has come for... THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, there is Injun Joe 0f the last of the famous Apaches, one of Geronimo's right hand braves.  Strong, silent, ruthless, and just plain mean.  The scalps of many men have hung from his belt, some of them gathered in... THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comes in and sits down, looks mean.  Gaylord deal cards here.  Bartender pours drinks.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, there is Manual Labor.  He's old fashioned and that's how he likes to play... THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manual:  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just sits down.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, there is Dirty Bert - dirtier than the dirtiest dirt.  He was reared by a grizzly bear, educated by a coyote, whips his horse with a rattle snake.  A ripsnorting, gun slinging, fist fighting, tough skinned galloot.  Most feared hombre west of Pecos.  He's been in so many wars that he is known in these parts as Pin Cushion Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert:  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comes in, brushes off dirt, then pulls arrows out of body, looks at everyone’s cards, then knocks Manual Labor off chair after taking his cards.  When Manual Labor pulls knife, Gaylord shoots him; bartender drags him out.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards are re-dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starts by sneaking cards.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Joe:  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuts off his hand.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bill:  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goes for Joe.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Gaylord: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoots Bill; Bartender drags him out. Then hypnotizes Injun Joe and takes the cards he wants from him, then wakes him up. Bartender keeps pouring drinks and while watching game, pours drink on Honest Tom Foolery’s head.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bert: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Points out toward imaginary object and while all are looking, he takes all cards in the middle of the table.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start with Injun Joe and each man gambles more and more, upping with more money and then objects until finally someone calls. Then, one at a time each man puts down his cards until Dirty Bert finally lays down his last card.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yells, frustrated&lt;/span&gt;) "Oh man, I’m the Old Maid again this year!" (Or, use whatever kids game kids in club would know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-8017410519552347710?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/5jKgAicmPy8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/8017410519552347710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2009/12/game-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8017410519552347710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/8017410519552347710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/5jKgAicmPy8/game-skit.html" title="&quot;The Game&quot; Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2009/12/game-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUNRn04cSp7ImA9WxBSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2078293060554930702.post-3724508042170793546</id><published>2009-12-26T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:08:17.339-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-26T22:08:17.339-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skit" /><title>Statue In The Park Skit</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/SzbPdokzmwI/AAAAAAAABzU/FcuL4HYVDF4/s1600-h/thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/SzbPdokzmwI/AAAAAAAABzU/FcuL4HYVDF4/s200/thinker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419747309601921794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statue, Prof. Arthritic Kneecap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Narrator reads and kids or leaders act out and repeat their lines.  The skit begins with one person posing as a statue in the park (the thinker or the discus thrower). Another person introduces himself as Prof. Arthritic Kneecap, of the University of Amputation and Mutilation.)&lt;br /&gt;After a long study the professor has discovered a way to revitalize the calcium deposited in joints of the human body, the painful and crippling effect of arthritis.  In fact his solution will bring life to almost any old lump of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Even this old statue." (He pours the bottle on the statue's head.  Slowly it comes to life.)&lt;br /&gt;Statue: "Boy, I've been standing like that for 1500 years."&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "What is the first thing you want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;Statue: "Kill 5000 pigeons with my bare hands!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2078293060554930702-3724508042170793546?l=www.ylplaybook.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~4/Lh2sLf7OlHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/feeds/3724508042170793546/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.ylplaybook.com/2009/12/statue-in-park-skit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3724508042170793546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2078293060554930702/posts/default/3724508042170793546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YoungLifePlaybook/~3/Lh2sLf7OlHw/statue-in-park-skit.html" title="Statue In The Park Skit" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721919248891508860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16726435101720003082" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxzEvVpqRwg/SzbPdokzmwI/AAAAAAAABzU/FcuL4HYVDF4/s72-c/thinker.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.ylplaybook.com/2009/12/statue-in-park-skit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
