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This is a short skit about the social injustices the poor, homeless and needy suffer from daily.

Cast of characters: (in order of appearance)
Other family and friends

(Shaun and Bum, downstage) Narrator (offstage): One of the easiest ways to kill a human being, and not necessarily go to jail, is to pretend he doesnít exist.

(Shaun walks past a common street bum without even turning his head. The bum, assuming an almost fetal position, looks up expectantly, but being ignored, he assumes his former position and takes another swig of alcohol from his paper-bagged bottle)

(Shaun turns around.) Narrator: But what could be worse than looking into another personís eyes, see that heís in need, and only give him what you want instead of what he needs.

(Shaun walks back to the bum, who is singing ďThis Old ManĒ like heís a sideshow performer. The bum shakes his tin cup with only a few pennies and nickels in it.) Shaun: Hey there. (The bum turns slightly, but continues to sing.) A dollar (Shaun makes it a point to show the bum the dollar bill, but bum keeps singing.) Itís the least I can do. (Shaun says with some resignation as he walks away toward center stage)

Narrator: Do you still think of that man as you go home? Or does it bother you to think that you can be that human?

(Shaun strolls slowly toward center, humming "This Old Man" to himself)

(The door opens. Shaun is warmly greeted by family and friends and is welcomed inside. There is a sign at center saying, Nice Suburban Home with Picket Fences.)

(Bum looks longingly toward center, still singing ďThis Old Man.Ē There is a sign downstage saying, An Alley of an Inner City.)

(Family and Shaun sit down at a prepared kitchen table and start gabbing to each other, three and four conversations going on simultaneously, while waiting for dinner to be served.) Kids: Hurry up; weíre starving!

(Bum stops singing and curls up, shivering from the cold approaching evening. Bum holds his bloated stomach and, starving, cries out in agony)

(Shaun turns on the TV) Shaun: Aw, the Bears lost again. Bears, Cubs, White Sox, and now the Bulls. Especially the Cubs. Now thatís a cry for justice.

(Bumís cries get louder.)

Motherly voice (offstage, yelling): Dinner will be ready in a minute! Why donít you guys say grace already?

Bum (yelling): Itís cold! It hurts all over!

Shaun (sighing, with reluctance): Oh, all right. Everyone bow your heads (some shushing). Dear Lord, we thank you for the opportunity for family
and friends to come together for this wonderful holiday. Please bless us and this food, and keep us safe always. In your name, we prayÖ

Everyone (emphatically and gladly, preoccupied with stuffing themselves): Amen!

Bum (yelling louder): God, whenís it gonna end? (Bum starts whimpering desperately while feebly trying to sing ďThis Old ManĒ one last time.)

(Mother comes onstage from double doors, holding a large plate full of burgers and hot dogs in one hand and a pitcher of lemonade in the other) Mother (triumphantly): Dinner is served! (Everyone cheers.)

Mother (looks kindly down at kids): Would you like some hot dogs? (Mother pinches their cheeks, then announces) Does anyone need more lemonade?

Everyone (jokingly): Me, me, me! (Mother laughs and takes some of their glasses back offstage)

Shaun (looks at kids, scowling): Didnít eat all your food, did ya? There are starving people in third world countries and you donít eat your food? (Smirking, with slight resignation while getting up and taking their plates) Iíll just give it to the dog, I guess.

(Bum starts violently puking in a paper bag and gagging all over.)

(Mother comes back onstage and announcing excitedly) Mother: Who wants to sleep over tonight?

Kids (yelling in non-unison): I do! I do! I do!

Bum (trying to yell despite being choked up): Help! Help! Please, somebody? (The alley is deserted, and anyone in earshot continues on his or her way home, ignoring him.)

Mother (smiling, with teasing reluctance): Oh, all right. Thereís an extra room upstairs. (Kids take off running to the double doors) (Mother, chiding) And no running, please!

Everyone, still chatting, leaves the kitchen table for the double doors as Mother starts cleaning up.

(Bumís cries get weaker and weaker, until there is silence downstage. Bum lies still, dead)

(Narrator walks toward center stage.) Narrator (looking toward bum): Is it really worth saving your own life when someone else canít save his?


"And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good, and acceptable, and perfect." Romans 12:2


The following comments are for "Whoís Coming For Dinner"
by pinoy_celt

I like
I think it is a little rough in places as far as lack of details goes, but you sure have touched on everyday America in a way most of us are very uncomfortable doing. Nice job.

( Posted by: Feistyfemale [Member] On: January 6, 2003 )

If you ask me, you should get rid of the narrator and try a more dramatic approach

However, I understand the narrator makes a
story easier to be produced...

( Posted by: ursus [Member] On: August 27, 2003 )

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