Curtain. The stage is empty except for two extra- large, white beanbag chairs. Two Males, dressed in white sweat pants and white t-shirts, are tussling on the beanbags. Male 1 has curly red hair—Male 2 is bald. Thick ropes are tied around each Male’s waist, with one end left long—about 4 feet of extra rope.
Male 2: Stop it! If you don’t knock it off, I’m telling Mom.
Male 2 grabs his rope and pulls away from the entanglement with Male 1. Both stand and continue to scuffle.
Male 1: You’re such a crybaby.
Male 2: Am not.
Male 1: Are too.
Male 1 shoves Male 2, then starts doing push-ups.
Male 1: Besides, how’re you gonna tell? We’re in here, and Mom’s out there, remember?
Male 2: Duh. I’ll tell her when we get out. She said we better be coming out soon, or she’s gonna pop.
Male 1 stops the push-ups—begins flexing/admiring his muscles.
Male 1: And just how do you think we’re getting out of here? I don’t see any openings. Besides, I kinda like it here. Plenty to eat, nice place to sleep. If I could just get rid of you, (Male 1 pushes Male 2) everything’d be perfect.
Male 1 reclines on the beanbags, folding his arms behind his head.
Male 2: Maybe if you weren’t such a dimwit and so busy admiring yourself, you’d learn something by listening to Mom. She and another lady were talking about it almost being ‘her time.’ They said we hafta go down some canal. The other lady said it’s gonna hurt, but Mom says she’s excited to finally get to see us.
Male 1 jumps up and begins air- punching like a fighter.
Male 1: I’m not afraid of a little pain. Bring it on—I’ll take whatever they throw at me.
Male 2: Not us being hurt you dimwit—Mom’s gonna be hurt.
Male 2 rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. Male 1 continues air-punching.
Male 2: So what do you think it’s gonna be like out there? It sounds a little scary.
Male 1 stops punching, shakes his head in disgust, and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly.
Male 1: You’re such a wimp. If we are really leaving, and if we are really going through some canal, I’m sure it’ll be a wild ride. (mimics riding on a surfboard)
Male 1: Maybe they’ll be other people like us to hang out with. Maybe someone I can wrestle with, who won’t be such a crybaby.
Male 1 puts Male 2 in a headlock.
Male 1: Say it.
Male 2: Uncle.
Male 1: Louder.
Male 2: UNCLE.
Male 1 releases Male 2 and begins swinging his own rope and whistling.
Male 2: (rubbing neck) I don’t know…it seems pretty rough out there. There’s lots of angry voices and loud noises…and something called ‘smelly animals.’ I wonder what that’s all about.
Male 1: Couldn’t be any smellier than you after Mom’s eaten spicy venison stew.
Male 1 fans his hand in front of his face, then starts admiring his muscles again.
Male 2: And we don’t know anything about Dad. He never talks to Mom—what if he doesn’t talk to us, either? What if he doesn’t even like us?
Male 1: Chillax. If Dad doesn’t like you, you can always tag along with Mommy. You already act like a mama’s boy, anyway.
Male 1 roughly musses Male 2’s hair, then yanks his rope.
Male 1: Besides, I’m gonna be Dad’s ‘tough little man.’ He won’t even care about you. (flexing his muscles)
Both Males start flailing about the stage and looking around, as if some force is rocking the stage.
Male 2: What’s going on?
Male 1: Beats me. Hey, it looks like there’s a light over there. Maybe that’s the canal. I’m going to go check it out.
Male 1 starts moving toward the side of the stage, as the “rocking” continues.
Male 2: No, let me go first. I’m the one who told you about the canal in the first place.
Male 2 weasels his way in front of Male 1.
Male 1: No way, little bro. I’m bigger—get outta my way.
Male 1 shoves Male 2 behind him.
Male 2: You may beat me down the canal, but I’ll get back at you one day. That’s a promise.
As Male 1 simulates diving off stage, Male 2 grabs his foot and follows.
To learn more about the lives of Jacob and Esau, read Genesis 25:19--36:43.
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