SCENE: The children are finishing dinner, rather calmly, for them. In the corner is a container which contains, among other things, a bag of charred, blackened cookies with which it was discovered that the oven no longer worked.
ETHAN: Ardith, can we have any dessert?
ARDITH THE CRUEL: No, you can not.
JASON: What about what's in the container over there?
ARDITH: What container?
SHARON, pointing: The one over there. With the leftover burnt cookies in it.
ARDITH: Oh, I see. Yes, Jason, if you want the leftover burnt cookies, you may have the leftover burnt cookies.
MELINDA, rushing over: I want some leftover burnt cookies!
JASON, jumping up and stomping over: Hey! Those are MY leftover burnt cookies! Touch the leftover burnt cookies and DIE!
Chaos ensues.
Jason calmly sits in his chair, eating blackened cookies in a satisfied manner.
FADE OUT.
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