英語スキットの添削をお願いします。
(to the audience)
John : Hello, my name is John. I’m ten years old. Today is my birthday.
So, I ‘m very happy. Oh, here comes daddy. He is a liar.
He always tells a lie.
Father. : Hi, John. Who are you talking to ?
John : Well, I’m talking to everyone.
Father : Hello, everyone. My name is Michael Jackson. Ha,ha,haha.
John : No, No, No .You are not Michael, liar!
Father : O.K. O.K. Let me introduce my beautiful wife. Beyonce. Honey, come here.
Mother: What? I’m busy baking a cake.
Father.: Sorry. You always look beautiful, sweet heart. Did you lose your weight?
Mother: No, I’m getting fat. How could you say that? Liar!
(John’s friends come to his house.)
Father: Welcome to the party. Come inside.
Linda : Hi, my name is Linda. Nice to meet you.
Father: Nice to meet you, too, Linda.
Reina: Hello, my name is Reina.
Father: Hi,Reina.
Jack: How do you do ? I’m Jack.
Father: How do you do ? Jack.
Eddy: My name is Eddy.
Father: Hi, Eddy. Nice to see you.
Mother: O.K. everybody, let’s start the party.
(Mother brings the birthday cake)
(Everyone starts singing a birthday song.)
Everyone: Happy birthday, John.
John: Thank you very much. (John tries to blow out candles.)
Jack: Wait! what a smell！
Eddy: Stinks!
John: Who cut the cheese?
(Everyone looks around)
Jack: Somebody’s pants on fire, huh?
Reina : I feel like throwing up.
Eddy: I can’t breathe.
Linda: Please open the window, I need fresh air.
（somebody broke wind again.）
John: Daddy, did you blow the trumpet?
Father.: No, that was not me.
John: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Father: Hey, look! Oh, my god! Please call 911. Fire! Fire!
Everyone: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Father : I’m not telling a lie. It’s true. Believe me.
Everyone: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Father.: Common, I’m not going to tell lies anymore. So just trust me.
It’s a real fire!
John: No more lies?
Father.: I swear.
Linda Well, did you blow the trumpet?
Father: No, I didn’t.
Everyone: Liar, liar, pants on fire, hanging on a telephone wire.
(Somebody broke wind)
Mother: Oops! …I did it again.
Well…Life is a box of farts, John. You never know what you're gonna smell, huh?
John: Mommy, your pants on fire.
Mrs.: Wow!
