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Children's Day skits performed by three people.

Want mine? I acted it myself and it was very successful (I wrote it myself)

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First field

Note: the candidates in this paragraph should have a nasal sound except the one they sang.

Boss: hmm ... in other words, our company is the legendary Fortune 500-

Security guard: countdown-ouch! (The boss slaps) I lost my tooth ~ ~ ~

Boss: Dunhuang company, a global all-round public welfare company integrating entertainment and fitness, is referred to as Dunhuang (squatting emperor) public toilet company for short! ! ! This is the1111branch of our company-

Security: binary, yes 15. Ouch! (Being pressed in a cesspit by the boss, the examinee's voiceover is: quack (covered in dung and mud))

Boss: Now our company urgently needs a group of music talents to provide entertainment for the guests who play the trumpet. Let me see, who will apply for this job?

Security guard: (Ding-dong ... the security guard stepped forward to open the door, and the candidate who broke into the house was pressed behind the door) I accidentally dropped my second front tooth! How to meet people in the future? ...

Interviewee: (Covering his face with a fan) Ladies and gentlemen, how about tonight?

Security guard: not good at all ... (the boss killed him)

Applicant: Haha, I am the singer Jay Chou, the adopted son of his grandfather's aunt's son's cousin's second aunt's nephew, and the chef of his father's uncle's grandson's home! Wow, hahahahahahaha. ...

(Similar to a burst of laughter from Richard Moore, boss stepped forward)

Boss: Ouch, yo, yo, yo ~ ~ Jay Chou is your chef?

Security guard: (secretly) It doesn't matter! Our boss has a little maggot in his ear ~ ~

Boss: (Shouting) Who has maggots? A slip of the tongue, you know? (turns to face the candidate) Hmm ... (sniffs a few times) Ah! I know what your specialty is!

Interviewee: What?

Boss: (surprised) The oil explodes the pipa! ! !

Interviewee: Hmm? Why?

Boss: (Grabbing the fan to cover half of your face to face the audience) Aren't you still clutching the pipa and covering your face? Okay, okay ~ ~ just kidding. (Return the fan to the applicant) Can you sing?

Applicant: I am at least the chef of his distant relative in Jay Chou! Can you "take pictures"?

(The boss and the security guard put three fingers on their foreheads at the same time |||| Sweat ~ ~)

Applicant: (can't help singing) Cleaning the toilet ~ ~ That's Dunhuang ~ ~ Public ~ Toilet ~ Public-Company! ! ! !

(The boss is foaming at the mouth, and the security guard hurriedly holds it.)

Security guard: Ah! ! Boss! ! Boss! ! Do artificial respiration-

I was about to help with artificial respiration, but my boss pushed me away.

Boss: Bah! ! I am ... not ... dead ... (standing up trembling)

Applicant: (Fast) This is just an exercise! Why don't you let me hang for the original?

Security guard: Come on! Please rest, you! Let's go Let's go!

Applicant: this ... boss, take me in! !

Boss: (yelling) Get out-get out! ! !

Scene 2

Note: The next day

Interviewee: (angrily calling at the company gate) Hello? Hey, man! If you can't sing, don't say you can sing! Said you could help me sing a duet. If I didn't have a cold, I wouldn't ask for help! ! ! Shit! (hangs up the phone and walks to the door)

(Ding-dong, the security guard opens the door and closes it)

Security guard: boss ~ ~ Yesterday that annoying guy came to apply again! ! What shall we do-ouch!

The door was kicked open and the candidate strode in.

Security guard: You, you, you, you, you ... Do you want to rob?

Interviewee: hmm ... I got swine flu yesterday, and today is the real time to play! Wow, ha ha ha ha ha. ...

Boss: Come on! ! ! ! Can you tell me the status of your game yesterday? Ok, let me ask you, (provocative eyes) what stands out about you?

Applicant: I told you! ! Of course I have something extraordinary!

Security guard: What?

Applicant: I have a lumbar disc herniation! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... (Maori version can't help but sing after laughing) Next, I will bring you a song-the same song! Flowers ... (My boss stopped me when I sang Meet)

Boss: Stop, stop, stop-congratulations, you're hired!

Applicant: Oh, thank you ... thank you! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, autumn ~ ~ ~ (spraying the boss in the face)

Boss: (touching his face and turning around) Security!

Security guard: You are fired! ! !

(Applicant falls to the ground)

(curtain call)