The Tale of the Talented McTacoKing Employees:
A parable of the parable of the talents!
Characters: 3 M, 1 F, 1 E
Props: “OPEN” sign, “CLOSED” sign, nametag that says "manager", and two coconuts. Classical music CD. And possibly a rooster.
“OPEN” sign is on display near front of stage, to one side. Later the CLOSED sign will be displayed over it, so probably need to have some tape handy. Or something.
///All characters act VERY DRAMATICALLY AND PASSIONATELY in their roles!///
**classical music plays softly**
Voiceover:
Tonight, we present The Parable of the Talented McTacoKing Employees. This modern facility is set in medieval Monty-Python like times. The absence of the general manager, who goes in search for more special taco sauce, will provoke feelings of glee, proudness, importantness, and fear amongst three McTacoKing employees who are left to share the responsibilities of management.
Doesn’t really make sense to me either, but alas, it SHALL be interesting!
(Classical music ends. Trumpet effect. Lights up on stage)
Mr. Bunston:
(Holding the coconuts)
Richard, Candace, Gavin. I must go on a journey to retrieve more special taco sauce!
Richard:
Where must you go to acquire the special sauce, Mr. Bunston?
Mr. Bunston.
To a very special place… far, far away.
Candace:
But Mr.Bunston, whomever shall manage McTacoKing during your absence?
Mr. Bunston:
That is why I have arranged this meeting with you three, my most loyal of McTacoKing employees.
Gavin:
What?
Mr. Bunston:
I have trusted you all with much. Writing out the schedules, cleaning the McTacoKing restrooms, serving the customers, handling the money… and so, it has come time to trust you with more. Richard, you will be in charge for 5 hours today, from 2pm, which is NOW, to 7pm. Candance, you will be in charge for 2 hours today, from 7pm to 9pm. Gavin, you will be in charge for 1 hour today, from 9pm to 10pm. I shall return upon closing of the store to evaluate your performance! I know you won’t let me down! (Mr. Bunston sticks the MANAGER nametag onto Richard).
Richard:
(Bowing) This is such an honor, Mr. Bunston!
Candance:
Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU Mr. Bunston! I feel so very privilged to have reached the management rung on the McTacoKing ladder of leadership!!
Gavin:
Whoa…
Mr. Bunston:
I fully believe that you will all do well handling this very important task, my faithful employees. Now, I must go, for time is of the essence!
Away, my trusty stallion! (Bangs coconuts together, and gallops offstage)
Richard:
Come on guys, we’ve got tacos to stuff and toilets to buff!
Voiceover:
And so, Richard successfully managed McTacoKing for 5 hours. He even had Gavin dress up as a taco and go outside to give out small samples of cinnamon crispers, which attracted more business!
Richard:
Alright! We’ve made $500 profit in 5 hours!
Voiceover:
Remember, folks, that $500 back in the medieval days was a pretty big WHOOP!
Candace:
Good job, Rich!
Gavin:
Whoa! (high-fives Rich)
Richard:
7pm already! Alas, it is now your turn to be the assistant manager, my dear Candace. (Places sticky note on her)
Candace:
Oh, the prized McTacoKing assistant manager badge is finally mine!
This moment makes up for the trauma of chugging a cup full of hot sauce that I had mistaken for my diet cola, and makes it worth putting up with that greasy guy who calls me sugar bean and eats two mega nachos every day, thus stinking up a STORM during the lunch hour.
I have waited so long for this day to arrive! (kisses nametag.)
Voiceover:
And so, Candace successfully manages McTacoKing for two hours. In her utmost joy of being blessed with the title of assistant manager, she runs a two hour special, 3 tacos for $1! And boy, is it a hit!
Candace:
We’ve made... $200 profit in only TWO HOURS!
Richard:
Wow, Candance, that is truly amazing!
Gavin:
Whoa! (high-fives Candace.)
Candace:
What a joy this has been. But now, it has come time that I must part with the title of assistant manager.
Greater sorrow, I have never known.
(Takes off nametag while sobbing, puts it onto Gavin.)
Gavin:
Whoa. This is cool.
Richard:
Indeed!
Gavin:
(Finds CLOSED sign, hangs it up over the OPEN sign.)
Candace:
Gavin, what are you doing?
Gavin:
We’re so totally CLOSED! (Plays air guitar.)
Richard:
But, you can’t do that! McTacoKing always stays open until 10pm!
Gavin:
Not tonight! You guys already made plenty of profit for today.
Candace:
Gavin, how COULD you?
Gavin:
Because... I’m in charge. So it’s time to, like, eat all of the leftovers!
Voiceover:
And so, Gavin closed McTacoKing an hour early. Tsk, tsk.
Gavin pantomimes eating food.
Many disgruntled customers banged on the door while he sat
licking the last of the special taco sauce from his lazy little fingers.
(Richard and Candace shake their heads, sit down and play "paper, rocks and scissors".)
Richard and Candace were beside themselves with bewilderment, and sat huddled in a corner playing paper, rocks, and scissors in anticipation of Mr. Bunston’s return.
Mr. Bunston:
(banging coconuts together as he “rides” in.)
Hello, my faithful employees! I have returned, with an abundance of special taco sauce, AND a ROOSTER!
Voiceover (or, sound effect):
(cock-a-doodle-do!)
Mr.Bunston:
How did you all fare today?
Richard:
Mr. Bunston, you trusted me to manage McTacoKing for 5 hours… and in those 5 hours, we made $500 profit!!!
Mr. Bunston:
Well done, Richard, my good and faithful employee! You will now be made a permanent assistant manager! And, you’re invited back to my crib to kick it for awhile!
Richard:
Thank you SO MUCH, Mr. Bunston!
Candance:
Oh, oh, Mr. Bunston! During the two hours that I had the privilege to be assistant manager, we made $200 profit!
Mr. Bunston:
Well done, Candance, my good and faithful employee! You will ALSO be made a permanent assistant manager, and are invited to come kick it at my crib!
Candance:
(jumps around)
I’m an assitant manager! I’m an assistant manager!
Oh, how I love you, McTacoKing! ( leans down and kisses the ground).
Mr. Bunston:
And how about you, Gavin?
Gavin:
Well, Mr. Bunston, I… uh…didn’t want to mess anything up. So I, uh, closed up a bit early.
Mr. Bunston:
You did WHAT?!
Candance:
He closed McTacoKing at 9:01 pm!
Richard:
And turned away dozens of customers who were beating at the door, ravenous for some McTacoKing vittles!
Candance:
AND he ate lots of food without paying for it!
Richard:
And he wouldn’t let us open the store back up, because HE was in charge!
Mr. Bunston:
Gavin! Is all this TRUE?
Gavin:
Uh…
I was…
Hungry!!
Mr. Bunston:
Gavin! You wicked, lazy employee! If you were so afraid of messing things up, you could have let Candance or Richard manage the store!
(Takes name badge from Gavin, puts it onto Richard.)
Richard, you get a dollar raise! And Candace, you get a 50 cent raise! For everyone who does their job and does it well will reap an abundance, including a free 16 oz. Jar of special taco sauce!
Richard:
Alright!
Candace:
All of my dreams have come true!
Mr. Bunston:
And Gavin… YOU’RE FIRED! For whoever cannot be trusted to do their job, it too will be taken away from them! Throw him outside into the darkness, my loyal assistants. Let the disgruntled customers have at him!
Gavin:
(As Richard and Candace push him to the door)
No! No! (They push him out)
Whoaaaa!
Mr. Bunston:
Now then, let’s go skip rocks in my pond!
Richard:
I do say, that sounds quite festive, Mr. Bunston!
Candance:
Mr. Bunston, may I pleeeease ride your trusty stallion?
Mr. Bunston:
But of course! (Hands Candance the coconuts.)
Candance:
(bangs coconuts together, "rides" around in circles.)
YeeeeHaw!
Mr. Bunston:
There’s something not quite right with that girl.
Richard:
But… she DOES love McTacoKing!
Mr. Bunston:
Indeed!
All freeze onstage
Voiceover:
And so, the moral of the story is… don’t be a chicken. Or a rooster. Then again, a rooster is cooler than a chicken. But a chicken lays eggs, so… OH, no, wait, here it is:
If you have a good opportunity to serve someone, or someone trusts you to do something for them, you should put your all into it, and then reap your rewards! Yeah, that’s it.
I think.
Anyone feel like a taco?
/Classical music plays, lights fade totally./
FIN!
