There's Goldwritten by Gary Gapski
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| TOM: | Well, I wonder how our two feathered friends are doing this week? Maybe if we called them, they would fly in. Punky Pretty? |
| MR. DOG: | (Appears) |
| TOM: | Hey, you're not a bird! |
| MR. DOG: | At least you don't need your eyes checked. Ah, I'm Pretty Punky's agent. |
| TOM: | Agent? |
| MR. DOG: | Yup! And they want music and a dog biscuit before they come out. No music, no birds! Just like that Montana Mike guy last week. |
| TOM: | Well, I don't know. |
| MR. DOG: | No music, no birds! |
| TOM: | Okay. But no dog biscuit. |
| MR. DOG: | But I'm hungry. |
| TOM: | No biscuits! Now, let's see if the music brings the birds. (Plays the music) |
| BIRDS: | (Appear) |
| TOM: | (Stops the music) |
| BIRDS: | (Disappear) |
| (Repeat Several Times) | |
| TOM: | Maybe if we use the magic word "Please," Pretty and Punky will come out and stay out. Please come and visit, Punky and Pretty. |
| BIRDS: | (Appear). |
| PRETTY: | We missed you guys, Brother Tom. |
| PUNKY: | Uh huh. |
| PRETTY: | Yes; we did. |
| PUNKY: | Um, hum ... |
| PRETTY: | Punky, what do you have in your mouth? Don't you know it's impolite to talk with your mouth full? Take it out right now! |
| PUNKY: | All right. All right! But just look at it, I found a piece of gold. We're rich! |
| PERFECT: | And she is Punky but not in name only. |
| MR. DOG: | Oh Boy, yum, yum, food (eats the piece of gold). |
| PUNKY: | You dopey dog! You ate my gold! |
| MR. DOG: | Oh, I thought it was a biscuit. No wonder it was so crunchy. |
| PUNKY: | Oh! I'd like to peck out your brains. |
| PRETTY: | Now, Punky, maybe God wants us to trust in Him to provde for us. |
| PUNKY: | But we were rich! |
| PRETTY: | Oh, what would we buy anyway? |
| PUNKY: | A truckload of bird seed, our own personal bird house with our own personal bird bath. |
| PRETTY: | But Brother Tom says god has better stuff for us then that! The Bible says we should lay up our treasures in Heaven and not here on earth! |
| TOM: | Yes; the Bible tells us God will give us eternal life in Heaven with streets paved with gold. |
| PUNKY: | I guess you're right; then no dopey dog will go and eat my treasures. |
| PRETTY: | Let's fly over and tell our friends about heaven. Can we get a little flying music, Brother Tom?. |
| TOM: | Sure. |
| BIRDS: | (Flap and bang into each other and disappear) |
