Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger! Page #6

in the middle of nowhere because of you.

Look! It's the donkey.

Wow!

How did you get here?

How did you get here?

How did you get here?

- Ha, ha, ha.

- We could have walked.

Come on. Let's go to the castle.

Hello, magic donkey.

You flew here, didn't you?

I told you he could fly!

if you long to give to somebody else

It's probably Christmas time

- I'm soaking wet.

- We'll find somewhere you can dry off.

Calm down.

- Mr Poppy, there's a cave.

- Shall we go in?

- Yes!

- Why would we go in there?

- Pixie, do you want to go in the cave?

- Yeah!

Come on, everybody.

Let's go in the cave.

Come on, then, you.

Wow. It looks brilliant in here.

Come on.

I don't want to go in the cave either,

Mr Peterson.

No, I don't fancy it much.

- Who wants to build a fire?

- Me!

- Are you scared of the dark?

- Yes.

- I'll do it if you will.

- OK.

- Deal?

- Yeah.

OK. You go first, then.

Mother, Father

Sister, brothers

Let all that I have be yours

What's yours is mine...

Oh, wicked!

What do you think, Mr Peterson?

Very nice, yeah.

- You still as frightened?

- I wasn't frightened anyway.

It was...

I wanted to make sure it was all right.

We've saved you some spaces.

Dressing up in your Sunday best

You're blessed and it's Christmas time

Must be it's Christmas time

- I'm sorry.

- What for?

I didn't realise that you were

so frightened of water.

My dad used to...

He had this thing about

toughening us up.

One of his brilliant plans was

he'd take us swimming every week

and chuck us in the deep end.

He had this real fixation with

holding your breath for a long time.

I think he thought the longer

you could hold your breath,

the more of a man you were.

So he'd hold us under water.

It worked for Roderick.

Just made me scared.

Dads are rubbish, aren't they?

I never even got to meet mine.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When I was little, I used to pretend

my dad was Father Christmas.

One Christmas I stayed up all night

hoping he was going to come

but he never arrived.

Like Tommy. We're both still waiting.

You can have my dad if you like.

I don't want him.

Sssh.

Sssh.

I've got to speak to my wife.

She doesn't know where we are.

Mr Peterson.

I really hope you don't mind

but I kept this back for emergencies.

You've had a phone in that bag

this whole time?

Yeah.

I thought you might like to call

your wife...

I cannot believe you.

There's no signal. Take the baby.

Ssh.

I'm going outside.

Mr Poppy, is Father Christmas

really your dad?

I wish he was.

But I don't think so.

strumming

When I was a boy

I dreamed he'd find me

Fall down from the sky

To come and guide me

Take me by the hand of life

And show me all he's learned

Everybody's got a dad but me

It's my phone.

- Sarah, it's me.

- Donald?

- Donald?!

- Sarah?

Donald?

Oh, man.

I need a dad to keep the demons

from my door

- I need a dad to stand beside me

- Oh! Oh!

- Hello?

- Sarah! It's me.

- Donald, I love you.

- I love you.

- I don't know if you can hear me.

- That idiot!

Still beating for

The silly fool has finally

got himself lost.

- What does he think he's doing?

- No idea.

I still dream he'll find me

Catch me if he can

The ties still bind me

Lead me down the rocky road

And show me who I am

Sarah!

Sarah, please wait. Wait!

Why?

The whole of your life

all you've ever done is put him down.

No wonder he's panicking about

how good a father he's going to be.

You're the only example that he's had.

You go back in there with Roderick,

your favourite son.

I'm going to find my husband.

Everybody's got a dad but me

Everybody's got a dad but me

Right, Oakmoorians, this is it.

What I'm looking - one or two of you

to nip down the corridor

and see if we can find out exactly

what these other acts are about.

Let's have a look.

Ah. Snow Angels.

This is Lloyd and his Snowballs.

I heard them singing in the corridor.

- What were they like?

- He's as good as Justin Bieber.

- Justin Beaver? Who's that?

- He's a singer, Mr Shakespeare.

Well, we must have a Justin Beaver.

- Sam, you could do that, couldn't you?

- Yes.

- Do you know any of his moves?

- No.

But when he swishes his hair

the girls go crazy.

Swish your hair for me.

Throw some shapes.

That's it! You've got it.

You can be our Justin Beaver. Excellent.

Angels, Christmas Fairies, Puddings,

Christmas Joy...

We can beat all of them, can't we?

We've got Justin Beaver.

Now, let's sing our winning

Christmas song.

When you're poor at Christmas

When you're down and...

Hello. Hi. So great to meet you.

Um, extraordinary to meet you.

I can't believe I've got a poster

on my wall.

Would you vacate this room, please?

Sorry?

As soon as possible, please.

The boys need to prepare.

With all due respect,

my children need to prepare as well.

This is not your room.

Would you leave, please?

It's got a star on the door

so it's obviously our room.

- Come on.

- No, Scott. Don't move.

Sam, don't move.

Crispin,

can you alert security?

I see. It's just one rule for one,

and one rule for another.

- Can you remove these, please?

- All right, I'll take them.

Sebastian, can...

Can I just say.

Yes, I've got your poster on my wall.

You should have my poster on your wall.

That Angel Matthews, the way she looked

at me - or didn't look at me -

I was disgusted.

It's just too much.

All my life I've tried to do well.

Tried to gain respect,

conduct myself with dignity,

behave impeccably, be an inspiration.

- I'm Shakespeare.

- Let the small man through, boys.

I'm Gordon Shakespeare.

With the emphasis

on the Shakespeare.

We've got Justin Beaver in our team,

don't you worry.

Ignore the silly little man.

OK, boys, it's time.

Inhale success.

Exhale doubt.

Inhale.

Hold that breath.

Hold... that... breath.

Sound check, sound check,

sound check.

One, two, three.

One two, three.

Name's Angel Matthews.

That normally gets a big laugh.

Of course,

everybody does know who I am.

Oh, holy night

While stars are brightly shining

She just won't shut up.

How long's this going on for?

Little wave and off.

Angel has left the stage. Thank you.

We're just going to run through

our number.

No photography in the auditorium, please.

Not during our rehearsal.

Hear the good news

Sent from on high

Glory to God

A new king is nigh

We celebrate the coming of a baby boy

We celebrate a light across the world

Rejoice, rejoice,

a saviour born to hear our song

To right the wrongs

A joy across the world

Joy of joy

r Joy of joy!

King of kings

King of kings!

Peace and joy

Peace and joy!

Joy!

Joy! Joy!

Joy!

Joy!

Yeah.

Shut up. Shut up. Stop it.

We're ready for your group

to do your sound check.

Thank you.

My team, come on.

Boys, girls, Grace, some on. Jessica.

When you're poor at Christmas

When you're down and out

When you've no food left to eat

And you've no shoes on your feet

And there's nothing in your sack,

nothing and nowt

There's no magic at Christmas...

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