DAY 1 DRAMA
Characters: MISS MABRY, DYLAN, DETECTIVE NOCLUE, CHRIS, KELLY
(Theme music)	
(Scene begins with DYLAN entering from backstage carrying a container with several pool noodles. After he sets it down near the café, he pulls a noodle out and pretends to swordfight.)
DYLAN: Ha ha!   Well, shipmate, me hates to say it, but ye just ain’t no match for Cap’n Long John Silver!
(Unbeknownst to DYLAN, MISS MABRY enters and watches the action.)
DYLAN: Oh . . . sorry. I got a little carried away . . . with the costume and all.
MISS MABRY: Well . . . this IS Buccaneer Bay after all. (MISS MABRY and DYLAN pretend swordfight.)
MISS MABRY:So, I suppose an occasional pretend swordfight is okay  . . . as long as the guests don’t see it  . . . and no one gets hurt. 
(Then DYLAN accidentally hits her with his pool noodle.)
MISS MABRY: Ouch!!!
DYLAN: Oh, sorry! 
MISS MABRY: That’s okay. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been horsing around. 
DYLAN: Hey, can I ask you something?
MISS MABRY: Of course. 
DYLAN: Well . . . this may be a dumb question, but —
MISS MABRY: Nonsense. There’s no such thing as a dumb question.
DYLAN: Okay . . . well, I’ve been wondering . . . what exactly is a “buccaneer” any way?
MISS MABRY: Sorry, I take it back. That was a dumb question. You mean to tell me you’ve worked at Buccaneer Bay all this time and you don’t know what a “buccaneer” is?
DYLAN:But I’ve only been here one day.
MISS MABRY: Oh, yeah . . . it just seems longer than that. 
DYLAN: So, what is it? A fish?
MISS MABRY: Fish? Of course not!
DYLAN: A bird?
MISS MABRY: No, it’s not a bird!
DYLAN: Then, what is it? I give up.
MISS MABRY: “Buccaneer” is just a fancy word for “pirate,” that’s all.
DYLAN: So that’s why we’re wearing pirate costumes? 
MISS MABRY: Yes . . . and because Mystery Island is chock full of pirate history.
DYLAN: Okay . . . I see the connection now!
MISS MABRY: Well, good.  I just hope our guests are a little sharper.  So . . . did you finish your list? 
DYLAN: Yes, ma’am. I did everything you asked me to do. I made the beds, emptied the trash cans, swept the sidewalk, watered the flowers . . . 
MISS MABRY: Good. 
DYLAN: I even did some things you didn’t ask me to do!
MISS MABRY:  Really? Like what?
DYLAN: Like cleaning up the glass vase. 
MISS MABRY: What glass vase?
DYLAN: Uh . . . the one I broke.
MISS MABRY: Oh dear.
DYLAN:  I also pulled those big weeds from the front pots.
MISS MABRY: What? Those weren’t weeds! They were ornamental grasses! 
DYLAN: Really? Well, they sure looked like weeds.
(MISS MABRY pulls out a handkerchief and dramatically wipes her brow.)
MISS MABRY:Anything . . . else?
DYLAN: Yep! I also unloaded the dishwasher and put away the dishes!
MISS MABRY:  Well, I guess there’s no harm in that.
DYLAN: And I saved space by stacking them all together in one great big tower! And boy, was it high!
(Suddenly, the sound of dishes crashing [sfx] is heard..)
DYLAN: Oops.
MISS MABRY: I suddenly feel a headache coming on. DYLAN:Oh, well, we can’t have that! You stay right there. I’ll get you some water. (As DYLAN runs into the lodge, a siren approaching [sfx] is heard.)
MISS MABRY: Oh, no . . . just what I DON’T need.
(Then NOCLUE enters from the side and approaches center stage. He’s wearing a shoulder bag with a small parcel and a wrapped submarine sandwich.)
MISS MABRY: Hello, Detective. 
NOCLUE: Were you aware that there was a suspicious package in your mailbox? MISS MABRY: A submarine sandwich?
NOCLUE: What?? Oh.MISS MABRY:Thank you. I’ve been expecting this.
NOCLUE:Oh, you have, have you? MISS MABRY:What are you doing?
NOCLUE:Taking notes.
MISS MABRY: About what?
NOCLUE: What you said.
MISS MABRY: When?
NOCLUE: Just now.
MISS MABRY:Are you serious?
NOCLUE:Madame . . . I am a trained officer of the law.Of course, I am serious. 
MISS MABRY:Well, what did I say?
NOCLUE: Humph! That’s easy . . . Oh . . . nevermind. (DYLAN enters dragging a garden hose.)
MISS MABRY: Dylan . . . what are you doing?
DYLAN: Bringing you some water. It’s for your headache. All the glasses were broken, so I brought the hose instead. 
NOCLUE: Hmm . . . new employee?
MISS MABRY: Yes . . .  he just started yesterday.
(The hose gets stuck, so DYLAN starts pulling on it.)
NOCLUE:  Did he now? Did you check his references?
(Then the hose lets go and DYLAN falls to the ground right in front of MISS MABRY.)
MISS MABRY: Apparently not.
NOCLUE: How about a background check? 
MISS MABRY: Yes, we did a background check. 
NOCLUE: A thorough one? You know you cannot be too careful these days.   What is your name, boy?
DYLAN:  Dylan Vale, sir. I mean, your Excellency. I mean, Detective.
NOCLUE:  Hmm . . . Vylan Dale, you say? Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we. But . . .  in the meantime, I need to speak privately with Miss Mabry about a very important matter. Ahem . . . Miss Mabry?
MISS MABRY:Oh . . . sorry. NOCLUE:  I just received the coroner’s report on Mr. Richardson.
MISS MABRY: Oh . . . and what did it say?
NOCLUE: What did it say? 
MISS MABRY: Yes . . . the report. What did it say?
NOCLUE: Now, what kind of a question is that? You know as well as I do that reports cannot talk.
MISS MABRY:  Okay, then . . . what did you find out?
NOCLUE: Well . . . I found out that there was no evidence of foul play. So, apparently . . . Mr. Richardson died of natural causes.
MISS MABRY: Well, that’s good.  I mean that he died of natural causes.  I mean that there was no foul play. Well . . . anyway, he’s in a much better place now. Thank you, Detective. I appreciate you letting me know.
NOCLUE: It was my duty to let you know. And so I did my duty and let you know. 
MISS MABRY: Well, thank you, just the same.
NOCLUE: Of course.  And now I must leave so I can continue to do my duty fighting crime. Good day.
(NOCLUE begins to leave in the opposite direction from which he entered.)
MISS MABRY: Uh . . . detective? I believe your car is that way. NOCLUE:  Of course, I know that. I was just  . . . detecting. 
(NOCLUE starts to leave then stops to examine the Resort Information board and easel, causing it to fall over. He clumsily sets it back up and quickly exits.)
MISS MABRY:Congratulations! You’ve now met Detective Noclue.  
Dylan: I’m not sure I like him.
MISS MABRY: It’s okay . . .  he’s harmless. DYLAN: So, what’d you get? A book? That’s not very exciting.
MISS MABRY: Says who?? Don’t you know that reading has many benefits?
DYLAN: Like what?
MISS MABRY: Well . . . let’s see. It helps your concentration, improves your memory, makes you smarter . . .  just think of it as exercise for your brain! 
DYLAN: Wow . . . sounds good to me. Can I go read my comic books?
MISS MABRY: Nice try.
Dylan: So, what’s your book about?
MISS MABRY: It’s about God and his attributes.
DYLAN: His what? 
MISS MABRY: Attributes. You know . . . characteristics . . . his love, his power, his justice . . . basically, what He’s like. 
DYLAN: Oh . . . 
MISS MABRY:  I read a quote the other day that really got my attention. It said the most important thing about you is what comes into your mind when you think about God. 
DYLAN: Hmm . . . that’s interesting.
MISS MABRY: I know. I had to think about that one for a moment. But it’s true. Nothing’s more important than God . . . and my understanding of who He is really does affect how I live my life. So, I thought . . . wow . . .  I better get it right! You see, we often have wrong views of God. We get ideas in our heads, but those ideas aren’t necessarily true. In fact, if you do an Internet search of the question, “Who is God?” you’ll get over two billion answers—and most of them are wrong!
DYLAN: Really? Then, how can we know for sure what God is like? 
MISS MABRY: That’s easy . . . by reading God’s Word—the Bible. And if you haven’t read it, you’re going to find out that God is much greater than you can imagine. He’s wonderful! And he cares about YOU!
(Suddenly, a bell toll [sfx] is heard.)
MISS MABRY: Ah . . . our guests have finally arrived. DYLAN: So, what do I do now?
MISS MABRY: Just smile and make them feel welcome. This is their first visit to Mystery Island and hopefully, not their last. 
DYLAN: That sounds easy enough. How many will there be? 
MISS MABRY: Three.
DYLAN: Just three??
MISS MABRY: That’s right. This is a special engagement. The season hasn’t officially started yet. So . . .  this will be a good week for you to get your feet wet.
(Then CHRIS and KELLY, each adorned with leis, enter from the rear of the auditorium and proceed slowly down the center aisle toward the stage.) 
MISS MABRY: And here they are. Chris and Kelly Richardson . . . brother and sister from Ohio. Look how happy they are  . . . and so they should be. They think they’ve simply won a vacation, but they’re about to find out that it’s more than that . . . much, much more. 
DYLAN: Really? What?
MISS MABRY: You’ll find out soon enough.
DYLAN: But I thought you said there were three? 
MISS MABRY: I did . . . Mr. Henson will be arriving later. So, this is it for now. (then she turns her attention and offers a hearty welcome) My dear guests . . .  I am your host, Miss Mabry. Welcome . . . to Mystery Island! 
(Theme music)
DAY 2 DRAMA
Characters: MISS MABRY, CHRIS, KELLY, MR. HENSON, DYLAN 
(Theme music)
(It’s the next morning. MISS MABRY is on stage waiting to meet with CHRIS and KELLY.)
MISS MABRY: Thank you, God, for such a beautiful day! 
(Then CHRIS enters.)
MISS MABRY: Good morning. Is your brother coming?
CHRIS: Yes, he should be here in a moment. This is such a beautiful place! And I love the pirate theme!
MISS MABRY: People do seem to enjoy it.
CHRIS: Oh, yes . . . and your costume is fantastic!
MISS MABRY: Well, thank you.
CHRIS: And your necklace looks interesting.
MISS MABRY: Oh, this . . . it’s my “O” necklace. 
CHRIS: “O” necklace?
MISS MABRY: Yes . . . I wear it to remind me of how great God is. The “O” stands for the three big “O” words: omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. 
CHRIS: Wow . . . those are big words. What do they mean?
MISS MABRY: Well, take the first one . . .  “omnipotent.”  “Omni” means “all” and “potent” means “power” . . . so when you put them together, you get “all-power” or “all powerful” . . . which means there’s nothing too hard for God. Whether it’s calming a storm with just a word, healing someone, or making something out of nothing, he can do it. No problem. 
CHRIS: Hmm . . . I guess that makes sense. I mean, after all, he’s God, right? 
MISS MABRY: Exactly. The next one is “omniscient” . . . which means “all-knowing.” Or, in other words, God knows everything. And I mean EVERY-THING! Which means he’s never learned anything. Nothing has ever occurred to Him. He’s never had to think about something or plan out his course of action. He knows every hair on your head, every grain of sand on earth, and every star in the universe . . . every thought that’s been thought, and every word that’s been spoken. There’s nothing he doesn’t know.
CHRIS: Whoa . . . that blows my mind!
MISS MABRY: I know . . . mine, too. And the last one is omnipresent.
CHRIS: Which means “all-present?”
MISS MABRY: That’s right. God is everywhere at the same time. From the bottom of the ocean to the farthest point of outer space. There’s nowhere you can go, that God isn’t already there. Which means you can’t hide from him but it also means you’re never truly alone.
CHRIS: Wow . . . I like that. That’s neat to think about.
MISS MABRY: Yeah, so, you see, just knowing that God is with me, that he knows everything about me, and that he can do anything, is very comforting.
(Then DYLAN, with one hand cupped over the other, enters from the rear of the auditorium and proceeds toward the stage. He’s returning from the beach where he found a small lizard. NOTE: No actual lizard prop is necessary. He just pretends.)
CHRIS: Hmm . . . you wouldn’t happen to have any “O” necklaces in your gift shop, would you?
MISS MABRY: No . . . sorry. But, here . . . you can have mine. CHRIS: Oh, no . . . I couldn’t take yours.
MISS MABRY: No, please . . . I can make another one. Really.
CHRIS: Well, all right . . . thanks. That’s very kind of you.
DYLAN:  It’s okay, buddy. Don’t be scared. We’re almost home.
MISS MABRY:  Excuse me.  Dylan . . . it’s 10:00 o’clock . . . why aren’t you working?
DYLAN: Sorry . . . I was taking a walk on the beach and lost track of time . . . and then I found this cute little lizard.  Oh no. 
MISS MABRY: What’s wrong?
DYLAN: He’s gone!
(Then DYLAN ad libs as he “sees” the lizard run under the a pew and goes after it. Following a few moments of chaos, he finally catches it.)
DYLAN:Whew . . . that was close! Now don’t do that again. I thought I’d lost you!  Oh, sorry.
MISS MABRY: And I suppose you want to keep him?
DYLAN: May I? Please?
MISS MABRY:  Just don’t ever let me see him. Do you understand?
DYLAN: Yes, ma’am. 
MISS MABRY: Now get to work. 
(Then DYLAN hurries up onto the stage and exits behind the café as KELLY finally arrives.)
KELLY: Sorry I’m late. I overslept.
MISS MABRY: Oh, that’s not a problem. I trust the accommodations are satisfactory?
KELLY: Oh, yes! Everything is wonderful! 
MISS MABRY: Good.So . . . you’re probably wondering why you’re here.
CHRIS: Uh . . . well . . . we won a vacation, right?
MISS MABRY: Not exactly.
CHRIS: Not exactly?
MISS MABRY: You know, it might be better if we sit down. CHRIS: Uh-oh. Now you’re making me nervous.
MISS MABRY: Don’t worry. There’s nothing to be nervous about.
(As they all take a seat at the Café, DYLAN enters with 3 glasses of lemonade.)
KELLY: Oh . . . fresh squeezed lemonade?
DYLAN:  Yeah, right! No, this is just that cheap stuff from a can. It’s mostly sugar.
MISS MABRY:  Thank you, Dylan! Now, how about some ice for their . . . uh . . .  lemonade?
DYLAN: Okay.
(DYLAN leaves to get the ice.)
MISS MABRY: Delightful boy. He just started this week. 
(Then a few dishes crashing [sfx] are heard.)
DYLAN:Don’t worry! Everything’s fine!
MISS MABRY:  So, anyway . . . where were we?
CHRIS: I think you were going to tell us why we’re here.
MISS MABRY: Oh, yes . . . well, first of all, you didn’t win this vacation. 
CHRIS: I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true.
MISS MABRY: No, you don’t understand. You see . . . you didn’t win it, because it was a gift.
CHRIS & KELLY:  What??
CHRIS: From whom? Who’d want to give us a vacation?
KELLY: Ha! She’s probably gonna say some rich uncle that we’ve never heard of, died and left us an inheritance!
CHRIS: Wouldn’t that be nice!
MISS MABRY: Well, actually . . . that’s exactly what happened.
(KELLY & CHRIS both laugh as if it was a joke.)
CHRIS: Wait . . . you’re kidding, right?
(Then MR. HENSON, carrying a briefcase, enters right on cue.)
MR. HENSON: No, she isn’t kidding.
KELLY & CHRIS:  What??
MISS MABRY: This is Mr. Tobias Henson, an attorney from Finley & Associates. He arrived just after you did.
(DYLAN enters with an ice bucket full of ice. He then proceeds to deposit cubes of ice into each person’s lemonade with his fingers.)
MISS MABRY:Uh . . . Dylan . . . why aren’t you using ice tongs??
DYLAN:I couldn’t find them. But, don’t worry . . . my hands are clean. MISS MABRY: I’m sorry, will you excuse me for a moment. I suddenly have to do some employee training! 
DYLAN: What? Is something wrong?
(MISS MABRY grabs DYLAN by the shirt and drags him backstage.)
MR. HENSON: Anyway . . . I represent your uncle’s estate. KELLY: But, that’s impossible . . . we’ve never had an uncle.
CHRIS: Yeah . . . there must be some mistake.
MR. HENSON: Well . . .  I can assure you there’s no mistake. Your father had a brother and his name was Joe Richardson. Says so right here . . . CHRIS: This is crazy!
MR. HENSON: Well . . . it may be crazy, but it’s also true.
KELLY: Then why haven’t we ever heard of him before?
MR. HENSON: I have no idea.
CHRIS: So, what do you know about him? 
MR. HENSON: Well, I do know he was a treasure hunter.
KELLY: Treasure hunter? You mean like Indiana Jones?
MR. HENSON: Yep. And your uncle was one of the best. Rugged . . .  fearless . . .  never gave up. Why, he even wrestled a lion once to retrieve a clue he needed!
KELLY: Wow! Sounds like you knew him.
MR. HENSON: Oh . . . uh . . . well, no . . .  just things I’ve heard or read about . . .  that’s all.
CHRIS: So, why’d he come to Mystery Island?
MR. HENSON: Because Mystery Island has a lot of pirate history . . . which means treasure! In fact, there’s an old legend that says the largest pirate treasure on earth is buried somewhere on the island. 
KELLY: Really! That’s so cool!
MR. HENSON: Yep . . . the ultimate treasure. The one all treasure hunters dream of finding – the one even Blackbeard himself searched for but couldn’t find . . .  “Captain Scurvy Legs’ Gold.”
KELLY: “Captain Scurvy Legs’ Gold” . . . sounds like something right out of an adventure book!
MR. HENSON: And your uncle wanted to find it if it was the last thing he did. 
CHRIS: So . . . did he?
MR. HENSON: We don’t know . . . but he did find something. There’s no doubt about that.
(MISS MABRY returns with a briefcase.)
MISS MABRY:  Have you discussed the inheritance yet?
MR. HENSON: I was just getting to that.
KELLY:  Wow! Inheritance! Don’t you love the sound of that?
CHRIS: Yes! I can’t believe this is happening to us!
MR. HENSON: So . . . when it comes to an inheritance, the will usually states what’s to be given and how it’s to be given . . . and your uncle’s will is no exception. 
MISS MABRY: Except . . . 
KELLY: Except, what?
MR. HENSON: Except that there’s a twist. Your uncle, being a treasure hunter, wanted your inheritance to include . . . a treasure hunt.
CHRIS: You’re joking.
MISS MABRY: No, he’s quite serious.
KELLY: That’s okay . . . it sounds fun to me!
MR. HENSON: So, here’s how it works . . . there are three legs to the hunt. At the beginning of each leg you’ll receive a treasure map with directions and clues to find a buried artifact. Once you find the artifact and bring it back here, you’ll be given a map for the next leg. Make sense?
CHRIS: And what happens if we don’t find the artifact?
MR. HENSON: Well . . . I guess you don’t get the inheritance.
CHRIS:  Oh.
KELLY: Then we have to find it!
MISS MABRY: So . . . are you ready to start?
KELLY: Absolutely! Let’s get this show on the road!
MISS MABRY: All right, then. I’ve got briefcase number one right here . . . so I’ll input my combination first. . Then, Mr. Henson will input his combination. (MISS MABRY hands the briefcase to MR. HENSON. He inputs a combination and opens it.)
KELLY: Cool. Just like a spy movie.
MISS MABRY: And inside should be the first treasure map. 
MR. HENSON: Yep . . . it’s a treasure map, all right. MISS MABRY:Ahem.MR. HENSON:Oh . . . sorry.MISS MABRY: Um . . . there is one stipulation.
KELLY: What’s that?
MISS MABRY: We’re not permitted to help you.
CHRIS:  Oh, great! So we’re on our own??
MISS MABRY: I’m afraid so.
CHRIS:  Thanks, Uncle Joe, for making it easy!
KELLY: That’s okay! We can do this! I know we can! We just have to figure out how to read this map. CHRIS: You’re not giving me much confidence. 
KELLY: Oh well . . . we’ll figure it out as we go! C’mon! (KELLY takes off down the center aisle)
CHRIS: Hey! Wait for me! (Theme music)
DAY 3 DRAMA
Characters: MR. HENSON, DYLAN, MISS MABRY, DETECTIVE NOCLUE, CHRIS, KELLY 
(Theme music)
(Scene begins with MR. HENSON standing at the edge of the stage making a phone call.)
Mr. henson: Hey . . . it’s me.  No, the coast is clear, no one’s around.  Yep, so easy. They fell for it hook, line, and sinker.  Yeah . . .  you know, I kinda like this dressing up business . . . carrying a briefcase . . . feeling important. Makes me think I shoulda been a lawyer for real.
(Then DYLAN enters from the café. MR. HENSON sees him and quickly pretends to be talking to his mother.)
MR. HENSON: Wait, someone’s coming . . .  Oh . . . well, I don’t know about Christmas, mom. You know how much I hate to travel during the holidays. 
(DYLAN, taking the role of a waiter, walks up to MR. HENSON and stands next to him. Then MR. HENSON tries to create some space by taking a few steps away.) 
MR. HENSON:  And besides, I have a big case I’ll be working on . . .  . . . about, you know . . .  big important stuff.
(DYLAN then follows MR. HENSON.)
MR. HENSON:  I’m going to have to call you back. What do you want??
DYLAN: Haha! That’s what I’m supposed to ask you!
MR. HENSON: What?
DYLAN: So what would you like? We’ve got cold drinks, ice cream, giant pretzels? 
MR. HENSON: Oh, uh . . . no thanks.
DYLAN:  But . . . are you sure? Because I’d really like to serve you.
MR. HENSON: That’s nice, kid, but no . . . I’m good. Really.
(DYLAN doesn’t budge.)
MR. HENSON: Why are you still standing there?
DYLAN: Because Miss Mabry says I need to get my feet wet.
MR. HENSON: What?
DYLAN: I need to get my feet wet. You see, I’ve never done this job before . . . in fact, I’ve never done any job before . . . so I really need some experience. And especially this week because we only have 3 guests but next week there’ll be—
MR. HENSON:  Okay, okay, fine! Just give me uh . . . uh . . . water with lemon.
DYLAN: Really? Okay . . . so that’s one water . . . with . . . .  You said lemon, right? 
MR. HENSON:  Yes . . . lemon.
(Then DYLAN’S pencil lead breaks.) 
DYLAN:Oh, no . . . my pencil lead broke! Now what am I going to do?
MR. HENSON:  Well, let’s see . . .  maybe you could just memorize the order??
DYLAN: Oh, yeah . . . I suppose I could. So, what was it you wanted again?
MR. HENSON:  A water with lemon.
DYLAN: Right! One water with lemon, coming right up!
(As DYLAN exits toward the café, MR. HENSON quickly calls back on his smartphone.)
MR. HENSON:Sorry, it was some kid trying to be a waiter.  Anyway, they’re on the trail now, so I should have something of value in my hot little hands very soon.  Yeah, and don’t worry, one way or another I’m going to get that treasure!
(As MR. HENSON exits, DYLAN returns with the water with lemon.)
DYLAN:Sir? Mr. Henson?  Where’d he go?  Boy! It sure isn’t easy being a waiter, is it. Ice water with lemon.Mmm . . . not bad. Could use a little sugar, but . . . it’s actually quite refreshing. (Then MISS MABRY enters and sees DYLAN. She thinks he’s loafing.)
MISS MABRY:Ahem.DYLAN: Oh . . . Miss Mabry!
MISS MABRY: I believe you have work to do, young man.
DYLAN: But I was working! I was trying to serve Mr. Henson. I even took his order, but then he just . . . disappeared!
MISS MABRY: Come here. 
(Thinking he’s in trouble, DYLAN slowly walks over to her while still holding the glass of water.)
DYLAN:  What’s wrong?
MISS MABRY:  Your tag is sticking up.
DYLAN:  Oh . . . is that all. I thought I was in trouble.
MISS MABRY: What’s that on your elbow?
DYLAN:I don’t know.Oops!Now, I am in trouble! 
(MISS MABRY quickly exits in frustration.)
DYLAN:  I didn’t mean to do that. Really, I didn’t!  Way to go, Dylan!
(Then a siren approaching with a crash [sfx] is heard.)
DYLAN: Oh, no . . . the detective! I’ve gotta get out of here!
(DYLAN quickly exits. Then NOCLUE, wearing a shoulder bag, enters talking on his flip phone.)
NOCLUE:So . . . you think you can drive better than I? Is that what you are saying?  Humph . . . and that is where you are wrong! Because you forget the simple fact that I am a trained officer of the law. Besides, what are a few scratches and dents when you consider the important work that I am doing!  (Then MISS MABRY enters still drying herself with and towel. She also has her padfolio.)   
MISS MABRY: Hello, Detective Noclue . 
NOCLUE: It is pronounced, “Nah-cloo.” 
MISS MABRY: Oh, I’m sorry . . . have I been saying it wrong all this time?
NOCLUE: You have, madame. 
MISS MABRY: So it’s . . . “Nah-cloo?”
NOCLUE: Yes, that is what I said.
MISS MABRY: Hmm . . . well, I’ll try to remember that. So . . . what brings you to Buccaneer Bay?
NOCLUE: Official police business.  MISS MABRY:  Hmm . . . interesting. So, who came up with the questions?
NOCLUE:I did.
MISS MABRY: That’s what I thought.  So, you want me to answer these, huh?
NOCLUE: Yes, of course.  First question . . .   
MISS MABRY:  And . . .  you want me to answer True or False??
NOCLUE: That is correct.
MISS MABRY: Okay, then . . . I guess I’ll say . . . false?
NOCLUE: Is that your final answer?
MISS MABRY: Sure . . . why not.
NOCLUE:   . . . next question.  “MISS MABRY:Or . . . ?
NOCLUE:Or, what?
MISS MABRY:Exactly. Isn’t the question missing something?
NOCLUE: Hmm . . .    . . . I don’t believe so.
MISS MABRY: Nevermind. I’ll just say “No” to that one.
NOCLUE:  Next question . . . 
(Then NOCLUE receives a phone call [sfx], but struggles to find his phone.)
NOCLUE: Noclue  here . . .  yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . I see . . . I’ll be right there.  Hmm . . . so he’s up to his old tricks!
MISS MABRY: Is there a problem?
NOCLUE: There seems to have been a robbery at the Pirate Museum. Captain Hook’s hook is missing.
MISS MABRY: Oh no.
NOCLUE: Yes . . . no doubt the work of Mr. Gino Patel, an international antiquities thief  . . . otherwise known as . . .  “The Snake.”
MISS MABRY: How do you know who it was?
NOCLUE: It is my business to know. But don’t worry . . . we will find him and bring him to justice . . . rest assured of that.  Well . . . it is a pity that we cannot complete the survey, but I must leave immediately. Good day.
(NOCLUE starts to leave in the wrong direction again.)
MISS MABRY: Uh . . . detective . . . 
NOCLUE: What is it?
MISS MABRY: Your car is that way. NOCLUE:  Yes . . . I know that. Of course, I know that.  I just wanted to know if you knew that.
(As NOCLUE quickly exits, MR. HENSON enters. Then a siren leaving [sfx] is heard.)
MR. HENSON:Was that the police?
MISS MABRY: Yes . . .  just conducting a silly survey. But then he had to rush off becausethe Pirate Museum was just robbed.
MR. HENSON:Really?? That’s terrible! Did they catch the thief?
(Then CHRIS and KELLY enter from the rear of the auditorium and proceed to the stage. Both are tired and dirty, but upbeat.)
MISS MABRY: I don’t think so. 
MR. HENSON: Well, hopefully, they’ll catch him soon.
MISS MABRY: Yeah, right . . . there’s little chance of that as long as Detective Noclue is involved. I just hate that there’s a criminal element on the island.  Oh, good . . . the Richardsons are back.  So, how’d it go?!
CHRIS: Well, we got lost a couple times . . . and almost gave up. 
KELLY: But, then we got in a groove and started hitting the checkpoints. It was hard, though.
CHRIS: And hot!
MR. HENSON: So you found the artifact?
KELLY: Sure did! Would you like to see it? 
MR. HENSON:Would I?!! I mean . . . of course, I would.
KELLY: It’s certainly not Captain Scurvy Legs Gold, but at least we’re one step closer to the treasure, right? MR. HENSON:Wow . . . 
CHRIS: I know . . . it’s gotta be worth something, don’t you think? 
MISS MABRY:Well . . . according to your uncle, it’s over 1000 years old and belonged to King  . . . Musulamu (“MOO-soo-LAH-moo”)  . . . of Naroon.
MR. HENSON: It’s MusulamuMISS MABRY:You’ve heard of him?
MR. HENSON:Oh, uh . . . well, I might have. MISS MABRY: Wow . . . I’m impressed.KELLY: So, what else does it say about King Moo? 
MISS MABRY: Well, let’s see . . .  he became king when he was 12 years old . . . 
CHRIS: Twelve years old??
MISS MABRY: And . . . he was a good king at first . . . but, then, as his kingdom grew and he became powerful, he changed and became terribly ruthless and cruel.  Wow . . . how sad is that.
KELLY: So, he began well, but didn’t end well. Just like so many others.
MISS MABRY: Yeah, you know, there’s only one King that’ll always be good and just. Only one that’ll never change. And that’s God himself. He’s the King of the universe.
CHRIS: But if that’s true . . . if he really is King of the Universe . . . then why does he allow evil kings like King Moo?
MISS MABRY: Because of sin, that’s why. You see, in the beginning, when everything was good, God set some rules. But Adam and Eve, the first humans, disobeyed  . . . and that resulted in a curse on everything.  
CHRIS: So that’s why bad things happen? Because of a curse?
MISS MABRY: That’s right.
KELLY: But still . . . why did God allow it to work out like that? Couldn’t he have done things differently?
MISS MABRY: No. Because he never makes a mistake. This isn’t “Plan B.” You see, God is holy, which means His character is perfect, and His ways are infinitely higher than ours. So we have to trust him. The problem is, our thoughts about God are way too small. He’s soooo much bigger and better than we could ever imagine! 
MR. HENSON: Ahem.  So . . . how ‘bout if I hold onto the crown while you start the next leg. CHRIS: Start the next leg? You can’t be serious! Can’t we wait until morning?
KELLY: Yeah . . . we’re pretty tuckered out.
Miss MABRY: Absolutely. You enjoy your evening. You’ve earned it.
MR. HENSON: All right . . . then, let’s meet first thing. 7:00?
CHRIS: Can we make it 8:00?
(Theme music)
DAY 4 DRAMA
Characters: MISS MABRY, DYLAN, DETECTIVE NOCLUE, CHRIS, KELLY 
(Theme music)
(Scene begins with MISS MABRY inspecting the premises.) 
MISS MABRY: Don’t forget to sweep the sidewalk . . . and make sure you check all the light fixtures. There are a couple bulbs out in the East Wing.
(Then MISS MABRY, with her padfolio, turns and starts to inspect the stage area, taking note of anything that needs attention. She first checks some flower pots.)
MISS MABRY: Hmm . . . the flowers are dry.Oh . . . and dirty dishes . . . how lovely.
(Then, as MISS MABRY begins to straighten the café chairs, DYLAN bursts onto the stage. He proceeds to check every area of the stage to make positively sure that MR. HENSON is not around or within earshot.)
MISS MABRY: Well, what’s got you in -----
DYLAN: Shhhhhh!!!
MISS MABRY:  What’s got you in such a tizzy??
DYLAN:  Just making sure he’s not around.
MISS MABRY: Who’s not------
DYLAN: Shhhhhh!!!
MISS MABRY:  Who’s not around?
DYLAN:  Mr. Henson! MISS MABRY: Mr. Hen----!
DYLAN:  Shhhhhh!!!
MISS MABRY: Mr. Henson isn’t here, so please stop “Shhhhshing” me!  
DYLAN: Sorry. 
MISS MABRY: Now, why on earth are you so bothered about Mr. Henson??
DYLAN: Because I don’t think he is who he says he is.
MISS MABRY: What are you talking about??
DYLAN: He didn’t know what the word “notwithstanding” meant.
MISS MABRY: So?
DYLAN: So, my father’s a lawyer, and he said if there’s one word that all lawyers use, it’s the word “notwithstanding.” So, I don’t think he’s really a lawyer after all . . . he’s just pretending to be one.
MISS MABRY: Well, that’s ridiculous. Mr. Henson is most certainly a lawyer . . . and a good one at that. And besides, why would he go to the trouble of pretending to be a lawyer?
DYLAN: Well . . . I don’t know.
MISS MABRY: And neither do I. So, I suggest that you stop pretending to be a detective and start being a bus boy. DYLAN: Yes, ma’am.
(MISS MABRY exits. Then DYLAN starts to clean up the dirty dishes.)
DYLAN:  I still think Mr. Henson’s a fake! And the next time I serve him, I’m going to treat him like one!
(Then a siren approaching [sfx] is heard.)
DYLAN: Oh, no . . . not again! I’ve got to clean this up and get out of here!  That’s good enough. (As DYLAN exits through the cafe, NOCLUE enters carrying a briefcase.)
NOCLUE:  Hmm . . . so everyone is hiding. Well . . . we have ways of dealing with that. MISS MABRY: Oh, Detective . . . what brings you here?
NOCLUE:  I am looking for Mr. Gino Patel, international antiquities thief  . . . otherwise known as . . . “The Snake.”
MISS MABRY: Oh, yes . . . the Pirate Museum robbery.
NOCLUE:  And how did you know that?
MISS MABRY: You told us about it yesterday, remember? 
NOCLUE: Of course, I remember . . . I was just testing you. 
MISS MABRY: So, why are you at Buccaneer Bay? You certainly don’t think Mr. Patel is here, do you?
NOCLUE:  Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. And that is why I must leave no stone unturned. So . . . I will need to see a guest list.
MISS MABRY: Of course. (MISS MABRY exits. Then NOCLUE takes a seat at one of the café tables.)
NOCLUE: Now, the interrogation begins. (Then CHRIS and KELLY enter from the rear of the auditorium. When NOCLUE sees them approaching the stage, he stands up. CHRIS and KELLY don’t notice him at first.) 
NOCLUE: Excellent. My first victims . . . I mean, suspects.
CHRIS: You know, I think we’re really starting to get the hang of this treasure hunting business. Don’t you?
KELLY: Yeah . . . maybe we should become professional treasure hunters! 
CHRIS: Like Uncle Joe? I don’t think so.
NOCLUE: Ahem. CHRIS:Oh, I’m sorry . . . we didn’t see you standing there. 
NOCLUE: Yes, I know that. I am Detective Noclue  from the Mystery Island Police Department . . . and I need to ask you a few questions.
CHRIS:  Really? 
KELLY: Did we do something wrong?
NOCLUE: We shall see. Please have a seat. KELLY: What’s that?
NOCLUE:A lie detector machine that detects lies. 
CHRIS: Kelly, I don’t like this.
KELLY: It’s okay. We have nothing to fear.
NOCLUE: So here is how it works. If you tell me the truth, nothing will happen. But, if you say something that is not true, the machine will detect it and make a buzzing noise. Allow me to demonstrate . . . I am Detective Noclue  . . .    . . .  see, obviously a true statement so no buzzing. But . . .  if I say, 2 + 2 = 7 . . .    . . .  see? 
KELLY: Wow . . . that’s impressive. I’ll bet you’ve caught some big time criminals with that, huh.
NOCLUE:  Indeed I have.
(Then a buzz [sfx] is heard)
NOCLUE: But, let’s move along.So, who would like to go first? 
CHRIS: I guess I will. 
KELLY: Are you sure?
CHRIS: Yeah . . . I just want to get it over with.
NOCLUE: Then let us begin. What is your name?
CHRIS: Chris Richardson.
NOCLUE: So, Miss Richardson . . . have you ever been to the Pirate Museum?
CHRIS: No. I didn’t even know there was a Pirate Museum.
NOCLUE: Have you seen the Captain Hook exhibit at the Pirate Museum?
CHRIS: I just told you I’ve never been to the Pirate Museum . . . so, no.
NOCLUE: Hmm . . . so my instincts tell me that you have never been to the Pirate Museum. Is that correct?
CHRIS:  Yes . . . that’s correct.
NOCLUE: Ah! Now, we are getting somewhere!
(Then NOCLUE receives a phone call [sfx].)
NOCLUE:Excuse me.  Detective Noclue at your service.  Yes, sir. That is correct.What? Do I know anything about the Commissioner’s missing birthday cake?  No, of course not!
(Then a buzz [sfx] is heard.)
NOCLUE:Well . . . uh . . . come to think of it . . . I may have seen someone take it.
(Again, a buzz [sfx] is heard.)
NOCLUE:What buzzing sound? I didn’t hear anything.
(Again, a buzz [sfx] is heard. Then he finally confesses.)
NOCLUE: Okay . . . I ate it! But, I was just trying to protect the Commissioner! It looked like it might have been poisoned!
(Then a long buzz [sfx] is heard as the machine gets stuck. NOCLUE hits it with his fist to stop it. Now, he’s too humiliated to continue the interrogation.)
NOCLUE:And that will conclude the interrogation! Thank you for your time! Good bye.
(NOCLUE starts to go the wrong way, then corrects his course and quickly exits giving the easel a VERY WIDE berth.)
KELLY:Well, that was interesting!
(Then MISS MABRY enters with her padfolio and holding a guest list in her hand.)
MISS MABRY:Oh, you’re back.Did the Detective leave?
KELLY:Yes . . . you just missed him.
MISS MABRY:Oh, well . . . it doesn’t matter.  So, you finished the second leg?
CHRIS: We did.
MISS MABRY: And how’d it go?
CHRIS: Better. We’re starting to get the hang of it now.
MISS MABRY: Good. And you found the artifact?
KELLY: I’ve got it right here. CHRIS: Wait . . . should you call Mr. Henson?
MISS MABRY:  Um . . . no, I don’t think that’s necessary. We can fill him in later.  Wow . . . look at that . . . a stone heart. Let’s see what the fact sheet has to say. .
KELLY: Well, I know one thing about it . . .  it’s heavy. 
MISS MABRY: Okay . . . so, it says the heart was crafted in 1437 by the Renaissance sculptor, Rudius. Wow . . . that would certainly make it valuable. But, anyway . . . it was sculpted to commemorate the loving heart of King Destrian of Faramar. His generosity and acts of kindness were legendary – especially to the widows and orphans of his kingdom.
CHRIS: Wow . . . I’d love to hear more about him.
MISS MABRY: I know . . . I would too. But you know who it reminds me of?
CHRIS: Who?
MISS MARBY: God. I mean as much as King Destrian loved his people, no King has loved his people more than God. Not even close.
KELLY: Really? How so?
MISS MARBY: Well . . . the Bible tells us that God is perfectly holy and just . . . and that He created us to live in harmony with him. But, like I said yesterday, our first parents, Adam and Eve, rebelled, and as a result, sin was ushered into the world. 
CHRIS: Is that the curse you were talking about?
MISS MARBY: Yes. Very good.
CHRIS: See . . . I was listening.
MISS MARBY: Good, because what I’m telling you is so important. You see, as descendants of Adam and Eve, we’ve all participated in this sin and so every one of us is guilty and rightly deserves God’s punishment. 
KELLY:  But, if I’m a good person, I’ll go to heaven, right?
MISS MARBY: It’s not as simple as that. The Bible says that no one is good, not even one. And that’s because God’s standard of goodness is different than ours.
CHRIS: So, what do we do?
MISS MARBY: Well, there’s nothing WE can do. The penalty for sin is too big. Only God can fix the problem. And, thankfully, he did.
KELLY: How?
MISS MABRY: By sending his Son, Jesus Christ. He came to earth 2000 years ago, lived a perfect life and died the death that we deserved as a substitute for us. Then He rose from the dead 3 days later, proving that the penalty had been satisfied. So, in other words, God paid the penalty himself. That’s how much He loves us!
KELLY: Wow . . . I’ve never heard it explained like that before.
MISS MARBY: It’s called the Gospel. But it does require a response. We have to turn from our sins and trust in what Jesus did for us. Then God will forgive us and adopt us into His family.
CHRIS: Well, you’ve certainly given us a lot to think about. 
KELLY: Yeah . . . that’s for sure.
(Then DYLAN bursts onto the stage and runs over to MISS MABRY.)
DYLAN:  Sorry for interrupting, but I need to talk to you right now!
MISS MARBY:  Excuse me. What’s wrong??
DYLAN: I found something!!
MISS MABRY: What do you mean, you found something??
DYLAN: Come here! You gotta see this! (Theme music)
DAY 5 DRAMA 
Characters: MISS MABRY, DYLAN, MR. HENSON, DETECTIVE NOCLUE, CHRIS, KELLY 
(Theme music)
(Scene begins with MISS MABRY and DYLAN at center stage planning a trap for MR. HENSON.)
MISS MABRY:Okay . . . Mr. Henson is headed this way. I’m going to alert Detective Noclue while you keep him occupied. Any questions?
DYLAN: Nope. I’m ready for him.
MISS MABRY:Good. And whatever you do, don’t let him out of your sight until I get back.
DYLAN:Don’t worry . . . I’ll stick to him like glue.
MISS MABRY:  I’m just sorry I’m going to miss it.
(MISS MABRY exits.)
DYLAN:Oh boy . . . this is going to be fun!
(Then DYLAN runs to get a leaf blower as MR. HENSON enters and walks to the edge of the stage to make a phone call.) 
Mr. henson: Hey . . . it’s me. They’re doing the final leg right now, so payday is just around the corner. 
(Then DYLAN is seen at the back of the café, with the leaf blower, waiting.)
MR. HENSON: I know . . . so now I’ve got the hook, the crown, and the heart . . . and pretty soon, maybe Captain Scurvy Legs’ Gold! Not bad for a couple days work, huh!  Yeah, I know he’s after me, but, c’mon, it’s Noclue! I’ve got nothing to fear.  So . . . any news on your end?
(Then DYLAN fires up the leaf blower to disrupt MR. HENSON’S phone call. MR. HENSON shows his annoyance and tries to get DYLAN’S attention, but DYLAN pretends to be oblivious.)
MR. HENSON:  Hey, kid! Can you do that somewhere else?!  
(DYLAN continues to blow.)
MR. HENSON:  HEY!!
DYLAN: Did you say something?! MR. HENSON:Turn it off!!
DYLAN:Sorry.MR. HENSON: I’m trying to talk on the phone! Do you mind??
DYLAN: Mind? Of course I don’t mind! You can talk as long as you like!
MR. HENSON: Thank you! 
DYLAN:You’re welcome!(Then DYLAN fires up the leaf blower again.) 
MR. HENSON:HEY!DYLAN: There . . . that looks better. Hope I didn’t disturb your phone call.
MR. HENSON:Yeah, well . . . it’s done now. DYLAN: Oh . . . can I get you something? 
MR. HENSON: Hmm . . . you got nachos?
DYLAN: Nachos it is! (After DYLAN exits, MR. HENSON opens his briefcase and looks over some papers. Then DYLAN returns carrying a tray with a bowl of nachos, a glass, and a pitcher of water. He places the tray on a nearby table and then sets the glass in front of MR. HENSON.) 
DYLAN: Beautiful day, isn’t it. MR. HENSON: Hey! Watch what you’re doing! DYLAN:  Oh no! I’m so sorry! I looked away for just a second and . . . now look what a mess I’ve made! MR. HENSON:  It’s okay . . .  it’s just water.
DYLAN: Still want your nachos?
MR. HENSON: I guess. DYLAN: At least there’s not much I can do to mess them up! MR. HENSON:AAAHHHH!!DYLAN:What’s wrong??
MR. HENSON:There’s a lizard in the nachos!!!
(Then MISS MABRY enters from the far side followed by NOCLUE.)
DYLAN:Really? I was wondering where he was! Ah . . . come here little buddy. MR. HENSON:All right . . .  I’m outa here. DYLAN:No, you’re not.
MR. HENSON:Excuse me??
DYLAN:Look behind you. (MR. HENSON immediately turns around and sees MISS MABRY and NOCLUE.)
MR. HENSON:What is this? 
NOCLUE:Gino Patel . . . international antiquities thief . . . you are under arrest for the stealing of Captain Hook’s hook!
MR. HENSON: What are you talking about? My name is Tobias Henson and I work for a law firm.
MISS MABRY: Oh, yeah? Then explain this book.  . Dylan found it in your briefcase yesterday.  C’mon, you’re no lawyer. You might as well confess. 
NOCLUE: Now, we can do this the easy way . . . or the hard way. It is up to you. MR. HENSON:Hey! What’s that over there?!(As NOCLUE and MISS MABRY look away, MR. HENSON takes off running into the audience.)
DYLAN:He’s getting away(Then chase music [sfx] is heard as NOCLUE chases MR. HENSON around the auditorium and eventually back onto the stage, exiting behind the café. A fight [sfx] is heard and then NOCLUE escorts MR. HENSON back onto the stage in handcuffs. Then CHRIS and KELLY enter from the rear of the auditorium and proceed to the stage.)
DYLAN:  Just like they say . . . crime doesn’t pay!
MR. HENSON: Oh, be quiet.
NOCLUE:C’mon, let’s go.
(Then NOCLUE, starts to head in the wrong direction.)
MISS MABRY: Uh . . . Detective. 
NOCLUE: Haha! I know! I was just teasing you! MISS MABRY: Yeah . . . that was uh . . . that was a good one. Yes, it was.(NOCLUE escorts MR. HENSON out. Then the easel catches NOCLUE’S eye and he decides to knock it down intentionally.)
DYLAN: That! Was! Awesome! 
MISS MABRY: Yeah . . . good work! It couldn’t have gone much better. (Then CHRIS and KELLY enter the stage.)
KELLY: What’s going on??
CHRIS:And why was Mr. Henson in handcuffs??
DYLAN:Because Mr. Henson wasn’t really Mr. Henson.
CHRIS: Whaaat?? 
MISS MABRY: His real name is Gino Patel, an international antiquities thief.
Kelly:Really? That’s crazy!
CHRIS: So, he was a bad guy??
MISS MABRY:Yes . . . and if it wasn’t for “Detective Dylan” here, we might not have caught him.
CHRIS: Wow! Way to go, Dylan!
KELLY: Yeah . . . good job!
DYLAN:  Thanks. 
MISS MABRY:  Hey, why don’t you take the rest of the day off. You’ve earned it.
DYLAN: Really??
MISS MABRY: Absolutely. Go have some fun!
DYLAN: Wow! Thanks, Miss Mabry! You’re the best!  
(DYLAN exits.)
CHRIS: I just can’t believe that about Mr. Henson.
MISS MABRY: I know . . . I was shocked, too when I found out  But, anyway . . . so, you finished the last leg?
CHRIS:  Yes, we did!
KELLY: And here’s what we found   . . . a mini treasure chest. Cool, huh!
CHRIS: But we couldn’t open it.
MISS MABRY: That’s because I have the key.  Here you go. CHRIS: I wonder what’s inside!
KELLY: Maybe directions to Captain Scurvy Legs’ Gold!
(CHRIS takes the key, opens the treasure chest, and looks inside.)
CHRIS: Oh . . . it’s a diamond! And a pretty big one at that. KELLY: Wonder whose it was. 
CHRIS: Maybe Cleopatra!
(MISS MABRY returns with her tablet computer.)
KELLY: Or the Queen of Sheba!  What does the fact sheet say?
MISS MABRY: We don’t have a fact sheet this time. We have something much better. A video message from your uncle. 
CHRIS & KELLY:  Whaaaat??
(MISS MABRY sets the tablet in front of CHRIS and KELLY and pretends to push “Play.” Then Uncle Joe’s Message [video] appears on screen.)
Uncle Joe: Hello Chris . . . Kelly. Believe it or not, I’m your Uncle Joe. And if you’re watching this, I guess that means I’m gone . . . which is a really strange thought.  But, anyway, I’m just sorry . . . really sorry, that we never met . . . and it’s my fault entirely. 
You see, I left home when I was 16, before your dad was born, and never came back. Something that I deeply regret. But, I wasn’t just running away. I was pursuing a dream . . . a passion that I had. I wanted to see the world and hunt for buried treasure. So, that’s what I did. From the top of the world to the bottom of the ocean, and everywhere in between, I’ve searched countless ruins, caves, and shipwrecks, looking for long lost treasures and artifacts. 
Then, I heard about Captain Scurvy Legs Gold, the treasure of all treasures, and knew right away I had to find it. So I packed my things and moved to Mystery Island.
Then I searched . . . and searched . . . and searched. For years I searched, but found nothing. Until one day, when I was at my wit’s end, I stumbled upon an old stone church tucked away at the north end of the island. Now, I’ve never been a churchgoer, but that day, for some reason, I had to check it out.
Inside was an old man on his knees, praying. When he saw me, he asked if he could help. I must have looked desperate. So I told him about Captain Scurvy Legs and my lifelong quest for treasure. He listened patiently, and then asked if I’d like to hear about the treasure he’d found –– a treasure that was far, far greater than the one I was searching for. And, of course, I was interested!
Then he told me about the one true God . . . the Creator . . . the King of the Universe. A God of righteousness, holiness, and justice . . .  but also a God of mercy, goodness, love, and forgiveness. A God who knows everything, sees everything, and can do miracles. A God with no beginning and no end. A God who never changes and whose ways are higher than ours. And sadly . . . a God I didn’t know.
But then he explained to me how I could know God. . . . by turning from my sins, and trusting in what Jesus did for me on the cross. 
So I became a child of God that day and my life changed. Suddenly, I had an intense desire to share this new treasure with my friends and neighbors. I also began working on a plan to re-unite with the family . . . but that was derailed by a bad health report . . . which is why you’re here right now. 
I have many regrets . . . many things I’d do differently . . . but I can’t change the past. All I can do is finish well . . . and so I want to give you something. Sure I’ve got some valuable artifacts, 3 of which you already have, but that’s not where the true riches are. Not by a long shot. No . . . the real treasure is in a relationship with the one true God. And THAT’S what I really want you to have.
The Bible says in John 3:16 . . .  “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” 
Now, what could possibly be more valuable than that??
So, if you’re interested . . . and I hope you are . . . I’ve asked Miss Mabry to explain God’s plan of salvation more adequately. She can also answer any questions you might have. 
And with that, I’ll say goodbye . . . I hope to see you on the other side. 
Goodbye, Chris . . . goodbye, Kelly.
CHRIS: Wow . . . that makes me sad.
MISS MABRY: I know . . . he was a sweet man. He used to stop by the resort. He loved this side of the island.  So . . . any thoughts about what he said? 
KELLY: Yeah . . . it’s a bummer he didn’t find Captain Scurvy Legs’ Gold!
CHRIS: Ahem I think she meant the part about God.
KELLY: I know. I’m just disappointed, that’s all.
CHRIS:  But, Uncle Joe wasn’t disappointed, was he?
MISS MABRY: No, not at all . . . even though he’d spent almost 20 years looking for it. And that’s because he knew he’d found something so much better.
CHRIS: A relationship with God.
MISS MABRY: That’s right. And you can too, if you’ll trust him. . . . and who could be more trustworthy than a God who’s amazingly great and perfectly good? 
CHRIS: She’s right, Kelly. 
KELLY: Yeah . . . I know. We need what Uncle Joe had.
MISS MABRY:  Really? Then what are we waiting for?! Let me get my Bible, cause we’ve got lots to talk about!
(MISS MABRY quickly exits.)
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