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| Required: | At least 3 campers - Me, Friend, Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother |
| Script: | There are 5 parts. It's funnier if one camper plays Dad, Mom, Sister, and Brother but you could have an camper for each part. Person playing Mom, Dad, Sister, and Brother is standing center stage. Me and Friend enter from the side, talking. Me: Yeah, Bobby Smith is a good friend of mine. His family is pretty rich. He lives in a FOUR floor house. Each member of his family occupies their own floor. FOUR people - FOUR floors. Pretty cool! Friend: Wow! Me: I went over to visit the other day. You know me, always ready to help out so I saw the Mom on the FIRST floor. She was making dinner. I told her... (walk over to Mom while talking, then address her directly) Me: Hi Mrs. Smith, you really should bake that at 375 degrees. (Then, directed to Friend...) Me: But, she told me... Mom: (Punches Me in arm) This is MY dinner, don't tell me how to cook it. Keep quiet! (Mom quickly switches roles into being Dad) Me: (rubbing arm) So, I went up to the SECOND floor and saw the Dad building a fire in the fireplace. I told him... Me: Hi Mr. Smith, you really should use more tinder there. But, he told me... Dad: (Punches Me in arm) This is MY fire, don't tell me how to build it. Keep quiet! (Dad quickly switches roles into being Sister) Me: (holding arm) So, I went up to the THIRD floor and saw the Sister putting on make-up for a big date. I told her... Me: Hi Suzy, you really should use less eyeliner there. But, she told me... Sister: (Punches Me in arm) This is MY face, don't tell me how to make it up. Keep quiet! (Sister quickly switches roles into being Brother) Me: (almost crying) So, I went up to the FOURTH floor and saw Bobby building a model airplane. I told him... Me: Hi Bobby, you really should paint the wings white. But, he told me... Brother: (Punches Me in arm) This is MY model, don't tell me how to paint it. Keep quiet! Me: (quavering and rubbing arm) Soooo, I kept climbing up to the FIFTH floor and ... Friend: Hey, wait a minute. You said there were FOUR floors. Me: (Punches Friend in arm, in strong voice completely recovered) This is MY skit, don't tell me how to tell it. Keep quiet! |
Fifth Floor Camping Skit 
