The traffic safety sketch is very funny

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

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

Tang priest came to power.

Tang Priest: (pacing poetry) It's noon sun, how hard the traffic police work, the road should be smooth, (pause) Cough: Don't get heatstroke! Amitabha Buddha, according to legend, more than 3,000 years ago, four of my disciples and disciples went to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures at the orders of the Tang King. The 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 journey is difficult in the future, open the brocade box. There is a magic weapon to ensure the safety of the four of you.

(Music stops)

The cell phone rang.

Tang Priest answered the phone: Hello, hello, hello, yes, yes, I am a teacher. Bajie, where have you reached? What? Overload? I thought you weren't allowed to 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 children. 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 anything. Now that the society has developed, my Tang Priest has also gone to sea. On the way to get the scriptures, those monsters clamored for the meat of Tang Priest. Today, I opened a Tang Priest Meat Joint Factory to cut the ribbon for my disciples. ...

The voice just fell.

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

The Tang Priest read it and said, How could I be given a ticket as an excellent driver? (Eyes wide open) The driver's name is the Monkey King. According to the 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.

The 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 for it myself. Why haven't they come yet?

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

(The music "Pig Eight Rings Back Daughter-in-law" starts and ends 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, vomit twice and you'll get used to it.

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

Wukong: This is only 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 around) Bajie, stop talking about your brother. Don't always drive with a rake. I've 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 turned his Hummer into a slop cart and turned it into a Hafei horse race. He is still being rescued in the hospital. That's called a miserable friend's party. I can't attend, I can't eat Chili, and even I have to sleep on my stomach. Worst of all, it's all broken. (spit)

Tang Priest: Fortunately, Master is a good swimmer.

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 have come to this.

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.

The 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 in unison: traffic law.

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

Wukong Bajie: Right.

Get up quickly.

Tang Priest: The traffic regulations have been promulgated, and everyone should abide by them.

Strictly abide by signals and warnings, and civilized driving is preferred;

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;

Drivers have a heavy responsibility, remember not to touch a drop of wine;

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.

(The music "White Horse Dragon" 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. Traffic jams at both ends are very troublesome these three days. Since this traffic law, the roads have been smooth and the safety has been guaranteed. It's easy to go to the western hills 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, I'll drive.

Tang Priest: You smashed my rush. Let Bajie drive.

Bajie: ok, let's go-(turning back to the audience: to be honest, I haven't got it yet)

Everybody get down.

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