The traffic safety sketch is very funny

Characters: Tang Priest, the Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, female secretary.

(The music "Dare to ask where the road is" begins)

Tang priest goes on stage.

Tang Priest: (pacing and reciting poems) How hard it is for the traffic police when the sun is shining at noon. The road should be smooth. (Pause) Cough: Don't get heatstroke! Amitabha, it is said that more than 3,000 years ago, four of my disciples went to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures on the orders of King Tang. Tathagata Buddha solemnly gave us a brocade box with a row of small words on it: (voiceover) Please don't unpack, otherwise there will be no warranty. He also whispered: Never open it. Only when the road ahead is difficult, open the brocade box. There is a magic weapon to ensure the safety of the four of you.

(Music stops)

Cell phone rings.

Tang Priest answered the phone: Hello, hello, hello, yes, yes, I am a teacher. Bajie, where have you reached? What? Overload? I thought you couldn't take a rake on the road. Carrying a rake will increase the load and damage road facilities. Even if the road is not damaged, it is not good to hang the child. Even if you can't beat children, it's not good to beat flowers and plants. Ok, I'll try to get Monkey to pick you up in my car.

The Tang Priest told the audience: People here don't know something. Now that the society has developed, my Tang Priest has also gone to sea. On the way to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures, all those monsters clamored for Tang Priest's meat. Today, I cut the ribbon for the disciples of the Tangseng Meat Joint Factory. ...

The voice just fell.

Secretary: Mr. Tang, the traffic control department has issued another ticket.

The Tang Priest looked at it and said, How can an excellent driver like me get a ticket? (Eyes wide open) The driver's name is the Monkey King. After radar measurement, he was speeding at the speed of108,000 miles per hour on the Universiade Expressway. He was severely speeding and went to the local traffic control department to be punished.

This little monkey was caught racing in Changfeng Street two days ago, and he got me into trouble again. Looks like I'll have to pay my own bill. Why haven't they come yet?

The Monkey King and Zhu Bajie go on stage: Master. Here we come.

(The music of "Pig Eight Rings Back Daughter-in-law" starts and stops after the whole song)

Wukong: Bajie, Master's Mercedes is so fast! Cool!

Bajie: Monkey, slow down and don't speed.

Wukong: You can't run in your best car. This is a car, not a trailer. Let's go!

Bajie: Monkey, drive slowly. I feel carsick. I feel sick.

Wukong: Bajie, you can get used to throwing up twice.

Bajie: Monkey, why do I feel like riding a roller coaster?

Wukong: This is only the second gear, three, four and five. ...

Bajie: Brake, brake. (ventriloquism)

Tang Priest: (patting Wukong on the head) Disciple, can you drive slowly in the future? Look, the wiper is hanging on your head.

Bajie: Monkey, I told you not to drive so fast. It made me throw up all the way. People think you are dragging a pregnant woman.

Wukong: Pig, you have learned to answer first. (I'll practice you little pig)

Bajie: Master, Brother Monkey hit my pig.

Tang Priest: Wukong, you are naughty again. (Turning) Bajie, stop talking about your brother. Don't always drive with a rake. I have said many times that agricultural vehicles can't drive in urban areas.

Bajie: I thought I went to Gaolaozhuang to harvest wheat these two days.

Tang Priest: Where is your brother Sha?

Wukong: Master, you don't know? Last night, we didn't watch the women's football match. Shage and Bajie drank a bundle of beer. On the way back, they drove his Hummer into a shit truck, which turned the Hummer into a Hafei horse race. Now they are still in the hospital. I can't attend the friends' party, I can't eat Chili, and even I have to sleep on my stomach. Worst of all, it's broken. (spit)

Tang Priest: Fortunately, Master can swim well.

Bajie: Take a bath.

Tang Priest: (learning Shaanxi dialect) I regret it. If I hadn't let him drink, he wouldn't have drunk and wouldn't be in this situation.

Bajie: Master, don't be sad. Don't we have brocade boxes?

Tang Priest: Yes. Disciples are in trouble, so they have to open the brocade box for peace.

Tang Priest shivered and took out the brocade box. Open one layer of packaging, open another layer of packaging, layer after layer. Finally, a booklet with three bronzing words on it was exposed.

Everyone said with one voice: traffic law.

Tang Priest: The Buddha really had foresight. It seems that we have to learn this traffic law well. Disciples, study with me.

Wukong Bajie: Yes.

Get up quickly.

Tang Priest: Traffic laws have been promulgated, and everyone should abide by them.

Strictly abide by signals and warnings, and give priority to civilized driving;

Driving in urban areas is slow, pay attention to traffic signs;

Wukong: Master, I want to learn, too.

The speed of the expressway is fast, so fasten your seat belt first;

Overspeed and overrun are harmful, and violations of laws and regulations are sanctioned;

The driver's responsibility is as heavy as a mountain, remember not to touch alcohol;

Tang Priest: Bajie, learn your lesson, too.

Bajie: Nine times out of ten accidents are fast, and accidents come by accident.

The driver traffic police is a family, and it is not illegal to drive according to the rules;

Reflect social civilization, safety is at your feet.

(Music "White" begins)

Tang Priest: Now the society is better, the people are richer and there are more private cars. There are more cars, so it is easy to get stuck in traffic. In the past three days, two traffic jams have been very troublesome. Since the traffic law, the roads have been unblocked and the safety has been guaranteed. It's easy to go to Xishan in one breath. Look, the road traffic safety law.

Wukong: Master, study the traffic regulations well, no matter whether he treats me well or not. (Chorus: It's good to be nice to everyone)

Bajie: After learning the traffic law, it smells good to eat. Master, I want to eat! I want to eat traffic laws!

Tang Priest: All right. Secretary Liu, get the car ready. Let's go to the hospital to see Brother Sha!

Wukong: Master, let me drive.

Tang Priest: You ruined my trip. Let Bajie drive.

Bajie: OK, let's go-(turning to the audience: To be honest, I don't understand)

Everybody down.

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