Funny Thanksgiving sketch

Praise parents for their hard work for their children.

Characters: Father, mother, child, sister, school police 1, 2, students 1, 2, 3, stall owner

Act 1

Narration (this is a remote story In a small mountain village, my son finally got admitted to college. He became the only one and the first student in this mountain village to go to college in so many years. On this day, my parents saw off my son at the entrance of the village. The sky was gray and the fish were rustling. )

Mother:

Baby! You should take good care of yourself when you are alone in the city! Your parents can't be by your side anymore. Don't just worry about saving money in school and don't ruin your health. No matter how hard and tired we are in the country, we will find ways to get some living expenses for you. (Pulls out a small red bag) This is some money raised by your father, take it with you first!

(The father is smoking silently on the side)

Wazi:

Alas! Dad and Mom, my baby is leaving, and I won’t be able to be by your side to take care of you in the future! On the contrary, the unscrupulous child will drag you down. You have to take care of yourself in the future. Don't just think about my life. I can actually find some work, and the school still has loans. There is also my sister, I have to urge her to study more! I feel so sorry for her to wait until I come out to send her to school!

Mother: Hey! Baby, don't think too much, everyone in your family understands, and I only hope that one day you will succeed! (Mother cries)

(Father exhales a puff of smoke and stands up):

My son, my father is an old rough farmer and is in poor health. You are very sensible and promising. Both your parents are worried about you. You are happy! As long as you two are promising, we and I will have nothing to worry about just being buried in the loess!

Wazi: Dad, don’t say that, I will definitely let you live a good life!

Mother: Baby, let’s go, it’s getting late, don’t miss the train!

The three of them were reluctant to leave and held hands to say goodbye!

Mother: Pay attention to your health and don’t think about home too much!

Wazi: Dad and mom, please go back, don’t be tired (choking)

Father: Let’s go! There is still a long way to go! Damn it, let’s go back! (The two turned around, and the three looked back)

Mother: I just can’t feel relieved!

Act 2

Narration (The kid wrote a letter home as soon as he returned to school. The three of them went home after cutting straw that day. The second girl and her father slowly got back together. Let’s go, mother sees a letter on the table)

Mother: Hey! Baby's father, girl, come quickly! The baby has a letter! (Said happily)

Sister: Let me see! (Father quickens his steps and steps forward),

Father: Girl, read this to your parents quickly.

Sister read the letter:

Mom, Dad, sister, how are you doing at home recently? Have all the remaining wheat been recovered after the flood? If the weather is nice, don’t rush to collect, just take your time! My father is not in good health, so don’t tire yourself out! Mom, you have arthritis, you can't catch the cold anymore, don't go out on rainy days! Is your sister studying well? I came back with a few books to supplement her. Everything is fine for me here, and the school leaders are also very concerned about me. I also found a tutor outside the school, which does not affect my studies, and my living expenses are enough! I ate every meal at a stall outside the school. The stalls were run by farmers in the countryside. They were very cheap and I could save a lot of money a month. I can buy you a sweater during the holidays.

Take good care of your body and don’t worry about it.

Son: Wazi

(Three people were in tears)

My sister ran to the door and shouted: "Brother, my good brother. You must take good care of yourself , we are waiting for you to come back-------"

Mother: Cough! The kid is really sensible!

Father: Our family depends on him.

Mother: The baby’s father. What do you think we should set up a stall? Anyway, it doesn’t cost much to bring some wheat from the countryside to exchange for flour. Besides, there is really no way to scratch the problem at home.

Are you right?

The father was silent, "I think this might be possible. If you cook hot noodle soup and none of the students have eaten it, I'm sure they will still like it! Besides, we don't want to trick anyone."

Sister: "Mom, dad, you have to endure hardships. You have to get up early and stay late, eat the wind and drink the cold. And the cars in the city come and go, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it!

Father: That's nothing. , your parents have survived these many years of hardship.

Father: This matter is settled, I will write a letter to your brother.

( Next: Girl)

Narration: After receiving the letter, Wazi thought about it repeatedly and felt that the city was better than the countryside, and he could also go and help, so he decided.

The two elders came to the city, and the younger sister took care of the house alone.

Act 3

(The parents were staggering on the ground with bags on their backs, the mother was holding the bag in both hands, and the father was looking for the phone)

Father: Comrade, make a call

Telephone booth owner: Don’t call me so disgusting, I’ll hit you if you want.

Wazai is talking to a few roommates. Chat.

Father: Hello, would you like Wazai to answer the phone?

Boy: (laughing) Wazai, who is Wazai? We don’t have any babies here. There is a rabbit.

Wazai: (Shocked) Wazai is looking for me, (answers the phone)

Father: Wazai, I am your father. I You and your mother are both here.

Baby: What, Dad, where are you? (Surprised)

Father: We are at the gate of your school.

Wazai: Dad, just wait, I will pick you up right away. (Put down the phone)

(Father took mother’s bag and waited ``````)

Telephone booth owner: One dollar and two, you are so old.

Baby: (hurriedly ran up and faced his parents) Dad, mother, you?

Father: Your mother and I brought all the ingredients and tools for making hot soup noodles. , do you like it... Is there any work to do at home? I'm so worried. Do you like it...?

Wazai: (Looking at the tired bodies of his parents, looking at their old bodies) Faces, looking at their helpless eyes, tears streaming down my face) Why didn't you win? You go to my dormitory to rest first.

Father: Baby, why are you crying? What are you crying for? , A man cannot cry. (Father waves his big hand)

Baby: (holding back his tears, reached out to take his father’s bag, and held his mother’s arm with his other hand) Mom, dad, come to my dormitory first Have a rest?

Father (grabs the bag) This is it. Your mother and I have discussed setting up the stall first, and then come to your house to take a look. Your mother has also wanted to take a look. It's your place.

Narration: Wazai understands that this is an excuse from his parents. They are afraid of embarrassing him. Wazai feels sad and conflicted. But he also knows that they will not force him. Used.

Baby; (helpless) Then I will rent a house with you first.

Father: No, you go to class, you can’t delay your class.

Baby; the afternoon class is not important.

Father: No, as long as it is taught by the teacher, it is important. Go to class quickly, otherwise we will be angry. (Stubborn)

Wazai; (I have no choice but to prepare to leave)

Mother: Wazai, wait a minute. (Unlock a canvas bag, take out a large bag of things from it and stuff it to Baby)

Father: Your mother knows that you have liked popcorn since you were a child, so she fried you a big bag of popcorn when you came here.

(Mother looked at The baby, with a naive smile on his kind face)

Scene 4

(Two tables, two stools, a rice bowl, two old people are waiting for the guests to appear , a slogan is posted on the wall.)

Two students enter.

A: There is another food stall here.

B: Yes, let’s Go over and have a look.

Father; (steps forward to greet you with a smile) Do you want some noodles, classmates? My wife made them myself.

A, B: (covering their mouths and laughing) What era are they? Who wants to eat your club noodles, old man? Let’s go...

My parents walked back disappointedly.

Another couple enters

Female; Hey, look, there is a pair of villagers there (curious)

Male; Okay, let’s go over and have a look.

The couple approached and their parents welcomed them .

Mother: Classmate, do you want to eat?

Female: Why are you here if you don’t want to eat?

Father: (happily walked over to invite them to the table) He wiped the stool over and over again) Please sit down.

Mother was making noodles. After a while

Female: Old man, how much does a bowl cost/

Father; One dollar a bowl, a lot of food, to ensure you are full.

Female; (angry) Who wants to eat full, I am losing weight/

Father; (confused Looking at them, not knowing what to say)

Female; It’s so cheap here, and the bowls are so big, I’m afraid, I don’t want to eat them, let’s go to McDonald’s (acting like a baby)

Male; Okay, my princess, as long as you like it, let’s go.

Mother; Hello, classmate, your face is ready. (Mother shouted loudly)

Male; If you don’t want to eat, let you eat by yourself.

The father squatted down in disappointment and held his head with both hands. The mother stood there blankly.

(...Music...)

Narrator: But most of the students were moved by the simplicity, enthusiasm and low prices of the two old farmers. (Boss, one big bowl...Boss, two small bowls) So the business of the two elders gradually became prosperous.

Every day, the baby is the last one to come to his parents' stall. At this time, his parents have already prepared a bowl of hot noodles for him. The son is eating quietly while his parents watch quietly. This moment is How happy and warm, we really hope that days like this can last forever.

Act 5

(It was another quiet evening, and my parents were packing up the tables and chairs to prepare for the beach, when Wang Er, the temporary stall owner, walked over with his arms swinging.)

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Mother; Master Wang, why do you have time to come here and drink a glass of water?

Wang Er; Business is good! (contempt, coldness)

Father; thanks to you. . . . . .

Wang Er; (interrupts, fiercely) Fuck you, you know it’s thanks to me.

(Wang Er punched his father in the face. His father covered his face and took a step back. His mother lost her voice and supported her father.)

Wang Er: Don’t steal my business from me. Wherever it comes from, go wherever it comes from. Get out quickly!

(Wang Er walked back to his stall and overturned the table before leaving. His father was stunned. His mother looked at his father's injury. His father signaled and his mother continued to set up shop.)

( My son came running)

Son; Mom and Dad, I have no class to help. (Quietly, he came closer)

(The father turned to the back and faced his son with a smile)

Father: Didn’t I tell you not to come? Why are you here again? Do you want your classmates to see you too much? not good.

(The son looked at his father’s back in confusion)

Son: Dad, what are you doing? I’ll help you.

Mother: No, I have to go back to study even if I don’t have classes. I’m not busy now. Look, there’s no one around yet.

Son: (steps forward) Dad, what’s wrong with you (turns to his father’s side) Dad, what’s wrong with your face?

Father; bumped.

Son; no, impossible. (Roar)

Mother; It’s okay, you. . . .

Son: Is it Wang Er? He drove away several people. (Half cry?

Mother: Baby, no...

Son: Is it him? (Crying)

(Looked The mother glanced at him, shouted hysterically, picked up a stool and rushed out)

Son, you are a bitch, I want an explanation from him

(The father jumped up and held on to the mother desperately. Son, the father took the stool and threw it on the ground)

Mother: Forget it, son, what can we do with people from the countryside? If we fall out with others, our future business will be gone. I hope...

(Mother covered her face and cried, angry and helpless)

Son: Oh my God, you are so sad It’s not fair. Why do my parents have to be bullied when they earn a lot of money at such a young age? Why?

Son: Mom and Dad, there aren’t many people today, so you just have a rest. One day? If I’m tired, I won’t let him get hurt again.

Father. >

(The baby has put away several chairs. The two elders couldn't resist their son, so they had to give up. The father was tired and fell on the chair.)

Son; Dad, what's wrong with you

Father: It’s nothing. I’m a little dizzy after standing for a long time. I’ll be fine after a while.

Son, please lie down first and I’ll wash your feet.

Father: No, don't. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(...Music starts...)

Narration: What kind of feet are those? The shriveled and deformed soles, the toes covered with calluses, the ruthlessness of time and the turmoil of life. Cruelty left scars on his father's feet

(The son rubbed it gently, tears dripped on those feet, the lights gradually rose and dimmed along with the music)

Sixth Curtain

(The next day, business as usual, the beach has just opened, the staff on duty are on duty)

Campus police; Hey, old man, you can’t set up a stall here. This is an illegal stall. Get out quickly. , otherwise your things will be confiscated.

Father, two police comrades, please pity us. Let me earn some living expenses for my son. There is nothing we can do. I'm a true country boy. . . . . .

Campus police: What else are you talking about? If it doesn’t work, it won’t work. If all the farmers set up stalls here, it won’t be a farmer’s market anymore? Go, go. (The school police went in to pack things)

(Parents pulled)

Mother, how could you do this (crying)

(The two elders were silent on the beach, mother Crying)

Wazai: (happily) Mom and Dad, I found another work-study job in school. (Wazai suddenly fell silent). . . . . . What's going on, what's going on, dad, mom. (crying out in a hoarse voice)

Mother: Baby, it’s all our fault for our misfortune. The city is not a place for us poor people to stay. Two officials came just now and said that there was no traffic on the road in front of the campus. Allow the stall to be set up. The two of us will go back later. Your sister can't handle it alone at home...

Wazai: Who is it? I'll argue with them. (Angrily)

Mother: Forget it, we accept our fate. As long as you can stand out, what does it mean for us to suffer a little and suffer a little grievance? Come on, baby, this is all the money you’ve made these days.

Don’t be too frugal. (The mother took out a dozen change from her pocket and handed it to Wazai)

Wazai: Mom! ! (Hug her mother in her arms and cry)

Mother: (Cry) My miserable child

Father; Damn it, baby, stop crying, baby, let’s go, maybe tomorrow Can we get home before dark? Baby, your parents are not with you, so you have to take good care of yourself.

Don’t worry about your parents all the time.

Wazai: Are you going to walk back?

Father: There’s not much of a road. We walked here last time. Besides, your mother

She gets carsick and we are not lucky enough to lose weight. Maybe we can still be on the road if we walk back. I picked up some useful things/We saw a lot of good things when we came here last time. City people also saw them. They were very new and were lost. Is it difficult for country people to find them? (The father smiled)

(The baby was speechless)

The two elders slowly left with large and small bags, one step at a time. The baby silently watched his parents' backs go away, and his tears

flowed down. "Dad - Mom -" facing the direction in which his parents were leaving.

(...Music...)

Curtain call.