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NORBURY</p>\n\n<p>Moses / CADY HERON</p>\n\n<p>Aaron / JANIS IAN</p>\n\n<p>Pharaoh’s son</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR 1</strong>: The story of Moses has been told and retold. It is a reminder to the Jewish people – and to all of us – that once we were all the new girl in school, the homeschooled jungle freak, but now we’re all Spring Fling queens. We once thought joining the mathletes was social suicide, but now we all have our state championship letter jackets. In our times of despair, it is important for us to remember that the limit <em>does not </em> exist.</p>\n\n<p>And so, this year, as in all years before, for generation upon generation, for junior class upon junior class, we tell the story of Passover. Now, I invite you to relax, put on your PJs, pull out your burn book, and listen to this tale. We begin at Egypt’s North Shore High School...</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: Yes, I’ll have one order of cheese fries, with a Diet Pepsi. And Super Size it. I’m on an all Carb diet now. God, Karen you’re so stupid.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 1</strong>: Yes, your highness.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 2</strong>: Wow. Pharoah is flawless! He has two Fendi purses and a silver Lexus.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 3</strong>: I hear his hair's insured for $10,000.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 4</strong>: I hear he does car commercials... in Japan.</p>\n\n<p><br />\n<strong>SLAVE 5</strong>: One time, he met John Stamos on a plane and he told him he was pretty.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 6</strong>: One time, he punched me in the face. It was awesome.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: <em>*eye roll*</em> </p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 7</strong>: Wow, what a massive group of Hebrew slaves you have! Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: Ugh are there really that many Hebrews here now?!</p>\n\n<p><strong>SLAVE 7</strong>: Soooo....what is up with everyone? What’s the 411? What has everybody been up to? What's the hot gossip? Tell me everything. What have you guys been listening to? What are the cool jams?</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: Leave, slave. I must think. This is not good. We have <em>way </em> too many losers of this strange culture walking the halls – er, streets.</p>\n\n<p>They are not Plastics; how do I know that in time of war they might not turn against us and talk behind our backs? Irregardless, I must find a way to get rid of these losers.</p>\n\n<p><strong>HERALD</strong>: Hear ye, hear ye. It is hearby decreed by Pharaoh, Queen Bee of the Plastics, that any new Hebrews at North Shore High School be forced to join the Mathletes.</p>\n\n<p><strong>YOCHEVED</strong>: There is no way that I will let Pharaoh make my baby commit social suicide. I have to hide him.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR 2</strong>: Yocheved put her baby into the fertility vase of the Ndebele tribe, and hid it in the reeds by the river. She sent her young daughter Miriam to hide nearby and watch. Soon, the Plastics came down to the water to bathe.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS</strong>: What is this? He’s like really pretty.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS’S FRIEND</strong>: It appears to be a new kid.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS</strong>: A baby? I heard he’s from Africa.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS’S FRIEND</strong>: Wait… then why is he White?</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS</strong>: Karen, you can’t just ask someone why they’re white</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS’S FRIEND</strong>: Oh.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS</strong>: Pick it up!</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS’S FRIEND</strong>: Okay.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS</strong>: Isn’t it cute? Let’s invite him to sit with us at lunch.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS’S FRIEND</strong>: Grool.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MIRIAM</strong>: We can’t have Moses becoming a full Plastic, he should feel connected to the Jewish people he comes from. 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So, he ran away from the Plastics to the Back Building and became a shepherd.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SHEEP</strong>: baaa</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR 2</strong>: One morning before class, one of Moses’ sheep strayed from the pack.</p>\n\n<p><strong>SHEEP</strong>: I’m a sheep. Duh.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR 2</strong>: Moses followed the sheep all the way to the Projection Room above the Auditorium and came across a bush that was burning, but not being consumed. He turned to look at it, and God called out to him.</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: Moses</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: Jambo!</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: I am God and I have seen the pain of the enslaved Jews in Egypt. It’s like I have ESPN or something... I have come to deliver the Jews out of the hands of the Egyptians and that Pharaoh, and to bring them out of Egypt to a better place flowing with milk and honey. And now, I will send <em>you</em> to Pharaoh so that you <em> </em> can deliver My people to the promised land.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: WAIT. Why do I have to do it? Do you know how mean Pharaoh really is? Two years ago he told me hoop earrings were his thing, and I wasn’t allowed to wear them anymore. And then for Hanukkah my parents got this pair of really expensive white gold hoops and I had to pretend like I didn’t even like them. It was so sad.</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: I will be with you.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: What should I tell the people? When they ask who sent me, what should I say? What is your name even?</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: ‘I AM THAT I AM’; Tell everyone and they will listen to you. All of them – the Freshmen, ROTC Guys, preps, JV jocks, Asian nerds, cool Asians, varsity jocks, unfriendly Black hotties, girls who eat their feelings, girls who don't eat anything, desperate wannabes, burnouts, sexually active band geeks, and most especially, the king of Egypt himself and his Plastics. I mean, Why should Pharaoh get to stomp around like a giant, while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What’s so great about Pharaoh? Hmm? I am just as cute as Pharaoh. I am just as smart as Pharaoh. People totally like me just as much as they like Pharaoh. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that’s not what Egypt is about. We should totally just stab Pharaoh!</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: Umm...</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: And I know that Pharaoh will not let you leave, except by a mighty hand. Or bus. And I will put forth my hand and all of my godly high school pettiness. And after that he will let you go.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: God, please. I can’t do it! Can you send someone else?</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: What about Aaron? I know that he can speak well. Tell him about me, and put the words in his mouth. I will teach you what you should do.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR 2</strong>: And so Moses went to the full Junior class, asked how many of them had personally been victimized by Pharoah, and convinced them that God had spoken to him. He then went to the Pharaoh and told Aaron what to say.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: Listen up, Pharaoh! We are here to demand, in the name of a really bitchin’ God, that you release the Hebrew people from slavery.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: Cute, guys. Good show, good show. So, Aaron and Moses, back after all of these years to bring shame on yourself? I like invented you, you know.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: You cared for my brother Moses for many years. 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God told Moses that the next plague will kill the firstborn of every Egyptian household, including your baby prostitute. Pharaoh, don’t let this happen. Let my people go!</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me, but I can't help it that I'm popular. I do not know your god, and I will not let your people go. Get out of my house! Get out!</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR 2</strong>: God came to Moses and had him tell the Jewish people to slay a lamb and mark their doors with its blood. Then, the Angel of Death, or maybe just that weird goth kid from math class, flew over Egypt. He took the lives of all the firstborn, except for those in the homes marked with blood. (Okay, DEFINITELY that creepy goth kid…..) It was devastating! 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It is hereby decreed by Pharaoh, CEO of Intensive Labor and Bureaucracy, that any new Parrotheads in corporate Egypt be forced to dry off and renounce all beach vacations.</p>\n\n<p><strong>YOCHEVED</strong>: There is no way that I will let Pharaoh keep my baby off of island time. I will fly him to St. Somewhere.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: Yocheved put her baby into a giant hollowed out coconut, and hid it in the reeds by the river. She sent her young daughter Miriam to hide nearby and watch. Soon, the Princess (VP of Marketing) came down to the water to bathe.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PRINCESS</strong>: What is this? Let’s not let this baby waste away in Margaritaville. I will take him with me.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MIRIAM</strong>: We can’t have Moses becoming a corporate sellout, he should feel connected to the Jewish people and the beach life he comes from. Now that he’s on a strict 9-to-5 schedule, we’ll get close to him and crack the Princess. We’ll go fast enough to get there and slow enough to see.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: And so Yocheved’s son, Moses, grew up as the Pharaoh’s protege, with all the riches and prestige that such a position entailed. But still, Moses felt great pity for the Parrotheads-slash-enslaved-Jews. One day, he came across an Egyptian mocking a slave for wearing a Hawaiian shirt and flip flops. With a heart filled with rage, Moses attacked the guard and then he, too, set his clock to beach time. Of course, by doing so he was breaking the office dress code and would have to face Pharaoh as a consequence. So, he ran away to the beach and became a shepherd.</p>\n\n<p><strong>TOUCAN</strong>: caw-caw</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: One morning, one of Moses’ toucan’s strayed from the B.E.A.C.H. (Best Escape Anyone Can Have). Moses followed the toucan all the way to the little tiki bar on the shore and came across a bush that was burning, but not being consumed. He turned to look at it, and God called out to him.</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: Moses</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: Aloha!</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: I am God and I have seen the pain of the enslaved Jews in corporate Egypt. I’ve got a Caribbean soul I can barely control. I have come to deliver the Jews out of the hands of the Egyptians and that Pharaoh, and to bring them out of Egypt to a better place – Key West, Florida. Life has given the Parrotheads limes, now it’s time to make a margarita. And now, I will send you to Pharaoh so that you can deliver my people to the promised land.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: WAIT. I can’t do this. I blew out my flip flop and stepped on a pop top. I’m not ready to be the leader of the Parrotheads. The head Parrot.</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: What should I tell the people? When they ask who sent me, what should I say? What is your name even?</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: ‘I AM THAT I AM’; Tell everyone and they will listen to you. I am Jimmy Buffett. Pour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane before I go insane. It’s only half past twelve, but I don’t care. It’s five o’clock somewhere.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: Umm…</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: Yes, I am a pirate. Two hundred years too late. The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder. I’m an over 40 victim of fate.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: …..</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: Cheeseburger in paradise. Heaven on Earth with an onion slice. Not too particular, not too precise. I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: Those aren’t kosher.</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: Take life with a grain of salt. Several of them. All around the rim of my glass.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: Is this going to be done any time soon?</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: I know that Pharaoh will not let you leave, except by a mighty hand. And I will put forth my hand and my Coral Reefer Band, and after that he will let you go.</p>\n\n<p><strong>MOSES</strong>: God, please. I can’t do it! What about my lispth. Can you pleasth thsend thomeone elth?</p>\n\n<p><strong>GOD</strong>: Change your attitude so we can change your latitude. What about Aaron? I know that he can speak well. He works like a captain, and plays like pirate Tell him about me, and put the words in his mouth. I will teach you both what you should do.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: And so Moses went to the Parrotheads, and told them how God promised them margaritas on every day that ended with a ‘y,’ and convinced them that God had spoken to him. He then went to the Pharaoh and told Aaron what to say.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: Listen up, Pharaoh! We are here to demand, in the name of a really chillax God, that you release the Hebrew people from slavery.</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: Good show, good show. So, Aaron and Moses, back after all of these years to bring shame on yourself? I could call you something, but I think I'll just call it a day.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: You cared for my brother Moses for many years. At one time, he loved you. But he is the son of a Hebrew slave. Does that mean anything to you?! Breathe in, breathe out, move on Pharaoh. The Parrotheads are leaving.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: God sent many plagues to Egypt. He turned the water in the Nile to blood, he sent a plague of frogs, he sent lice and flies, and he made all the pineapples rot so they could no longer make piña coladas.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: Now will you let my people go?</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: No.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: We’re getting paid by the hour, older by the minute. My boss just pushed me over the limit.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: Plague after plague continued to fall on Egypt. Cattle illness, boils, hail, locusts and darkness. Remarkably, the plagues only touched the corporate Egyptians. The Parrotheads were safe under their palm trees and 80 degrees.</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: Pharaoh, we don’t know what else we can do to make you see that eventually you’ll have to give in. God told Moses that the next plague will kill the firstborn of every Egyptian household. Don’t let this happen. Let my people go!</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: I do not know your god, and I will not let your people go. It will never be five o’clock here. Get out!</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: God came to Moses and had him tell the Jewish people to slay a lamb and mark their doors with its blood and a wear a lei around their neck. Then, the Angel of Death surfed over Egypt. He took the lives of all the firstborn, except for those in the homes marked with blood. It was devastating! The people of Egypt were saddened and horrified.</p>\n\n<p><strong>ALL SING</strong>:</p>\n\n<p><strong> <em>Wasting Away in Plague-arita Ville </em> </strong></p>\n\n<p> <em>Nibbled on by locusts<br />\nTryin’ to get some rest<br />\nAll those Egyptians covered in boils </em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>Blood on my six string<br />\nFrogs on my porch swing<br />\nAll of our pineapples beginning to spoil </em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>Wastin’ away again in Plague-aritaville<br />\nSearching for my long lost chance to bolt<br />\nSome people claim that there’s a firstborn to blame</em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>But I know<br />\n*ba ba ba ba ba*<br />\nIt’s Pharaoh’s fault </em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>Darkness’ the reason<br />\nLice here all season<br />\nNothing to show but a sick cow or two </em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>But it’s a real beauty<br />\nWild animals have cooties<br />\nHow they all got here I haven’t a clue </em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>Wastin’ away again in Plague-aritaville<br />\nSearching for my long lost chance to bolt<br />\nSome people claim that there’s a firstborn to blame </em> </p>\n\n<p> <em>But I know<br />\n*ba ba ba ba ba*<br />\nIt’s Pharaoh’s fault </em> </p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: Pharaoh, we are sorry for your loss. There’s booze in the blender, and soon it will render. A concoction that will help you hang on. But now that you have seen how powerful God is, will you let my people go?</p>\n\n<p><strong>PHARAOH</strong>: You need a holiday. Take a holiday. Just go.</p>\n\n<p><strong>NARRATOR</strong>: In our seder, we fill our wine up to remember our joy in being able to escape corporate Egypt for Margaritaville. Yet our happiness is not complete, because the Egyptians suffered from the plagues, and eventually were killed so that we could be free. Therefore, we spill a drop of wine from our cups as we say each plague.</p>\n\n<p><strong>ALL</strong>: BLOOD, FROGS, LICE, BEASTS, CATTLE DISEASE, BOILS, HAIL, LOCUSTS, DARKNESS, PLAGUE OF THE FIRSTBORN</p>\n\n<p><strong>AARON</strong>: Remember this day in which you came out from Egypt and out of the house of bondage. 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