Christmas Musicals for Church
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HEYWOOD: Get some water from your pack, Wolfgang. We'll bring her around. (Wolfgang goes to unpack some supplies.) GABBY: (overly sweet and accommodating) No need for that. What's needed here is a little woman heart-to-heart. (turns directly to Mackenzie and—in a wildly abrupt shift—yells in her face) MACKENZIE, YOU SNAP OUT OF IT, GIRLFRIEND! You're actin' crazier than a sprayed junebug. (Mackenzie does begin to come around, turning and grabbing Gabby by her wrap.) MACKENZIE: Oh … you've come … at last you've come … I'm rescued … I can return to civilization with people and take out and … no sheep. (quickly turning to her make-shift tent) I need to pack up. (to Gabby) Will you help me … uh, shepherd-person? GABBY: My name's Gabby, and I think I know where I can help. Gracious, girl, it looks like your hair caught fire and somebody put it out with a brick. Now you leave everything to me and my teaser comb. MACKENZIE: Oh thank you. Ouch … eek … ooo … (And Gabby goes to work on her hair—with combs and sprays and bows. Mackenzie continues to pack, occasionally calling out an "Ouch.") WOLFGANG: (coming forward) I'll help you pack, Miss Mackenzie. (they begin to pack) How long have you been here? MACKENZIE: An eternity. (getting frantic again) I'm not cut out for this life of extreme survival. I mean, I have an MBA. HEYWOOD: Mackenzie, where are the sheep? MACKENZIE: (very preoccupied, continuing to pack) Hard to say. I think I misplaced them sometime yesterday. HEYWOOD: Oh no! Gabby, we need to go round them up right away. GABBY: (standing, holding up a mirror) Well my beautifyin' job is done. Looky here in this mirror, Miss Mackenzie! (Mackenzie 40 For Preview Only