Script

ang pwede lang bumasa nito ay ang mga gaganap para sa themed party na play. spoiler pag binasa ng di performer ang script na to. Ang bumasa na hindi kasama sa play, sasasakitan ng tiyan at-- alam niyo na kung anong susunod doon. 'Wag niyong sabihang di ko kayo binalaan!

MVP High- St. Sebastian

Sossy High- St. Cecilia

Rebel High- St. Augustine

Brainy High- St. Teresa of Avila

Nice Guy- St. Lorenzo Ruiz

Narrator: It was November 1, All Saints Day. A party was being held in heaven when St. Peter suddenly realized that the key of heaven was missing. He went ballistic.

Peter: The key!!! (Everyone turns to his panicked face)

All: (*gasp)

Jesus: What happened, Peter?

Peter: The Key to the Gates of Heaven is missing!

Random Saint: How can this be?

Jesus: Calm down Peter, now, tell us what happened.

Peter: I was checking the attendance of the party-goers when I noticed that the key wasn't where it was supposed to be! In fact, it was nowhere to be found!

Jesus: How did you lose it?

Peter: (starts to get hysteric) I don't know! Oh no, no, no, noooo!!! One moment I was holding it, then....poof! Gone!

Random Saint: Whoever did this must be found!

All: (agrees)

Random Saint: What if it falls into the wrong hands? Heaven might go in jeopardy!

Random Saint: Lord, what do we have to do?

Jesus: The key must be found.

Peter: But where to find it?

Jesus: The real question is who will look for it. Now, I’ve come up with a plan while we are discussing the lost key. I shall choose five of you, one from each kind to represent each kind to find the key.

Peter: Who are these people You talk of, my Lord?

Jeses: The Almighty Father will help Me choose. (looks up)

(àSpotlight)

(5 Saints, strike a pose)

5 Saints: Lord, if we’re going to do this, as it is according to Your will, we’re going to do this right.

Sebastian: Bring it on!

(crowd disperses)

Cecilia: So, what do we do now?

Teresa: I suggest we look for clues. Let’s gather information from St. Peter first.

All: (agrees)

Sebastian: I have a better suggestion. Let’s split up. Cecilia, Teresa and I will talk to St. Peter. You two, go to the gates and investigate. (Cecilia, Teresa, Sebastian exits)

Lorenzo: (while walking) So, Augustine! How are you today? What are you listening to?

Augustine: (ignores)

Lorenzo: (mimics a talking mouth with his hands) O sige, ‘wag kang makinig sa akin!

Augustine: (removes headphones) Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?

Lorenzo: Never mind. Let’s just look for clues. (searches) This silence is awkward. Say, Augustine, why did you become a saint? What’s your story?

Augustine: Well, never did I imagine that I would be a saint. I led a sinful life for a long time. I never listened to my mom. I indulged myself with women and alcohol. Then my mom knocked some sense into my empty soul. I saw the light and immediately felt the Lord’s grace.

(St. Monica walks by)

Monica: Hi, sweetie!

Augustine: Hi mom! I’ll be there for dinner. Roast me a chicken!

Monica: Sure thing, honey. If I can’t find a chicken, I’ll roast St. Peter’s. why don’t you bring you friend over there?

Augustine: Okay mom. See you later. (Monica exits)

Lorenzo: Hey, what’s this? (sees a clawprint)

Augustine: A claw print. It probably belongs to St. Peter’s chicken. It is the only chicken in heaven.

Lorenzo: I know that! But what’s the one beside it?

Augustine: A footprint? Hey! That might be a clue for us to find the key.

Lorenzo: Come on, let’s tell the others about this.

Narrator: Meanwhile, Sebastian, Teresa and Cecilia are in St. Peter’s room, rummaging his things.

Sebastian: Have you found anything?

Teresa: Nope, there’s none so far.

Peter: Where could the key be? Chick, do you remember where I left it?

Chick: Buck-ak!

Peter: Really? Where?

Chick: Buck-ak!

Cecilia: It’s useless talking to your pet chicken now when we’re on a crisis here. Back in the old days when we were still alive, my parents would spend money to find such a precious thing! (plays the piano)

Sebastian: So you’re rich.

Cecilia: Yes, I was. But money can’t compare to the love I have for the Lord. As a matter of fact, on the night before my wedding, I was converted to Christianity and offered myself to God. My fiancé knew that I would not let go of my faith. In the end, he and his brother was also converted to Christianity.

Teresa: You lived a comfortable life, Cecilia. In my case, I am a rich kid too, yeah, you can say that. But since then, I’ve already known my life’s purpose. At the age of 20, I entered the convent. In there I was comfortable, yes, but I sensed that Christ disapproved of it. Together with my friends, we followed a life of true solitude; we were in complete seclusion from the outside world. We called ourselves Discalced Carmelites. (silenced. Continue searching)

Sebastian: Hey Peter, why don’t you pick up your trash?

Peter: (picks it up) That’s not trash! That’s the lace of the key of Heaven! (hysteria)

Cecilia: I think we’ve found a clue.

Teresa: Wait a minute. There’s something beside the lace. It’s a clawprint.

Lorenzo: (enters with Augustine) You found one, too.

Augustine: I think it belongs to Chick. You should keep your rooster in a cage.

Teresa: What do you mean by, “You found one, too”?

Lorenzo: We found one beside a footprint. Augustine and I thinks that it may belong to the culprit.

Cecilia: Let’s take a look at it. (all exit)

Narrator: They all went out of St. Peter’s room to take a look at the footprints at the gate. As they were on their way to the gates, they saw St. Anthony, patron saint of lost things and missing persons.

Sebastian: Hey, you guys! Isn’t Anthony the patron saint of lost things? We could ask him for help. Maybe he knows where the key is. Hey Anthony, what’s up?

Anthony: Nothing, just looking through stuff.

Cecilia: Do you happen to have a key?

Anthony: Oh sure thing. I have lots of keys. The key to what door are you looking for?

Sebastian: (sarcastic) The key to your heart, maybe.

Anthony: Awww. Thank you. (realizes the sarcasm) Hey! That’s not funny at all.

Teresa: (Sigh) What we are looking for is the key to the gates of heaven.

Anthony: What?! The key is missing?!

Sebastian: So, St. Anthony de Padua,

All: Pray for us.

Sebastian: Oh, I think this belongs to me. (grabs the quiver) I remember those days when I was a guard of Emperor Diocletian. I was already a Christian but the Emperor doesn’t know it. I baptized and healed behind his back but later on, he discovered my secret. I was sentenced to death by being shot by arrows but I made it out alive. But you know what they say, second time’s the charm and I died at my second persecution.

Lorenzo: You were persecuted too?

Sebastian: Didn’t you just hear the story?

Lorenzo: I was also persecuted. I was in Japan with my fellow missionaries to preach about God but the Japanese officials did not approve of our teachings.

Cecilia: What happened next?

Lorenzo: I undergo all kinds of water torture. They wanted me to renounce my faith but I told them that even if I have a thousand lives, my faith will never waver. Before I knew it, I was dead. The end.

Anthony: That’s an inspiring story. I want to stay longer and chat but I have to go and deliver these to their owners. Bye, guys!

Teresa: We should probably go also. Let’s not stick around and just find the key. Let’s go see that footprint. (goes to the gates)

Peter: Hey, that’s my footprint!

Augustine: This sucks. It doesn’t mean a thing at all. It’s like we went back to the start. What do we do now?

Lorenzo: Don’t worry you guys, there’s still hope. The Lord is with us. (Looks up. Spotlight)

Cecilia: What is that over there? (points)

Peter: It’s chick’s feather and another clawprint beside it. (a bush nearby shakes. They approached it carefully and Chick comes out.)

Chick: Buck-ak!

Peter: Chick!

Augustine: Goodness! That chicken almost gave me a heart attack! Peter, I’m warning you, keep it in a cage or I’ll roast it.

Teresa: How can we possibly find the key when that annoying chicken is always popping out of nowhere?

Lorenzo: Easy, easy. It’s just a chicken.

Peter: It’s not just a chicken. It’s my chicken.

Augustine: The only good chicken is one on a plate. Speaking of plates, I’m hungry. Let’s head out to my place. Mom’s roasting chicken. (all agrees except Lorenzo)

Lorenzo: But what about the key?

Sebastian: We’ll look for it after we eat. (all exit)

Peter: Lorenzo let me leave Chick with you for a minute. I’ll have to run an hourly report to the Lord. Catch up with you later. (exit)

Francis: (enter) Hi Lorenzo, how are you? Oh my gulay! What’s wrong with Chick?

Lorenzo: Is there something wrong with chick?

Francis: Why, yes! Just look at him! He’s going hysterical!

Lorenzo: What’s wrong Chick?

Chick: Buck-ak!¹²

Francis: He said he ate something he can’t get out of his system.

Lorenzo: So what if he ate something? Any normal animal would eat anything.

Chick: Buck-ak!

Francis: Chick swallowed the key of heaven and is having a hard time digesting it.

Lorenzo: Asus, un lang pala eh!—What! You swallowed the key! (goes in hysteria)(towards Francis) He swallowed the key! Oh, no! Can you translate for me?

Francis: God sent me here to do just that.

Lorenzo: Chick,give me the key and no one gets hurt.

Chick: Uh-uh.

Lorenzo: Chick,give it back.

Chick: Uh. Buck-ak! (runs away)

Lorenzo: What did he say?

Francis: You have to catch him first

(the other four arrives and sees Chick running…)

Sebastian: What’s up, Lorenzo? Found anything yet?

Lorenzo: Yes! Now catch that Chick!

Cecilia: But, why?

Lorenzo: The key! Hurry!

Teresa: Looks like the chick is running 20 mil hr!

Sebastian: In English, please, Teresa

Teresa: Don’t you get in? He’s running fast!

(The five runs after the chick…)(Exit)

(Lights off… lights on)

(The five appears very exhausted.)

Augustine: Did you see it?

Teresa: According to my calculation, his distance, which is half of his mass times velocity squared, would not be very far from us.

Sebastian: In English please, Teresa.

Teresa: I’m saying that chick`s only there. (Chick comes out of the bush looking relieved)

Cecilia: Where`s the key? He`s not holding it.

Lorenzo: I forget to tell you that he`s not holding it. It was supposed to come out of his other end.

Cecilia: Eeww!

Augustine: Cool!

Cecilia: Since it`s cool for you, you get it.(Augustine picks the chick and inspects it)

Augustine: How am I supposed to get it out of his system? Why don’t we just slice it, take the key and then roast him. That way, we can get what we`re looking for and have a nice dinner.

Lorenzo: Stop it, Augustine! Be nice! Besides I think it’s already out.

(looks at the bush …the others will follow)

Cecilia: Eeww! (Lights off)

(Lights on)

Crowd: Hurray for the champs!

(choir singing)

(The five raises the key in triumph)

God: Well done, my children. You are learned to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, knowing that you’ll find the key one despite your difference, you’ve shown that you can be united and make use of your talent for the good and safety of many. Now enjoy your night. Party on Josephians! Whoop! Whoop!