T.O.T.S.- The Bully Problem - The Script

Scene 8

PIP: Wait! (tried calling out) I'm not—

((Pip then got shoved a pinky in his beak by the loading system cutting him off. He was also given a bottle and rattle and wrapped up in a blanket.))

NARRATOR: Hey, being only about three feet tall made it easy to fit in small spaces.

((Pip then got moved onto a belt which lead him to a door and into a crate, lined with pink. Then the lid was closed, plunging him into darkness. He tried to say something around the pinky, but he heard voices outside drowning him out: the Bobsey twins fighting again.))

BESTON: (muttered) I'm sorry, I don't see your point.

BOTSY: (fired back) My point is you're the problem!

BESTON: I'm the problem? You're the problem!

BOTSY: You can't even spell problem!

NARRATOR: Pip sighed. It was no use trying to be heard over all this.

((Pip himself being carried down the delivery belt, and then, they were in the air.))

NARRATOR: Beston was muttering under his breath about an 'ungrateful brother,' and didn't seem to want to take the time and make sure he had the right baby. Pip was flown through the skies, to whatever baby's forever family. He didn't remember falling asleep. But he remembered waking up when they landed with a slight thump. He rubbed his eyes, and looked about, trying to figure out where he was.

BESTON: Special Delivery! (ringing the doorbell)

VIRGINIA: (called from inside the house, upbeat, full of excitement) Just a minute!

PIP: (from inside the crate, quiet so no one hears him) Boy, were they going to be surprised.

BESTON: (sighed) Look, I'm kind of behind, so I'm gonna put the crate here and go, all right ma'am?

VIRGINIA: (still excited and upbeat) Okay!

((Pip heard Beston fly off, and that was followed by the sound of a door opening.))

VIRGINIA: Tim! Our baby's here!

((The crate was lifted, and carried inside. A female rabbit was wearing the biggest smile ever. A male polar bear hopped up from the couch, his newspaper falling on the floor in his excitement.))

TIM: Oh, boy! This makes me a father! Open it, Virginia!

((They knelt down in front of the crate, and opened it. Their 'baby girl' was finally here.))

VIRGINIA: Oh, Tim. Isn't she just a pretty thing? (gushed, smiling at the little penguin)

NARRATOR: They were both about as tall as JP, aside from Tim being a little taller, and they were clearly ectatic to see Pip. The Junior Flier frowned, opening his beak to explain, when he was engulfed in a hug.

VIRGINIA: Oh! (cried) I knew adopting would be a good idea! What a pretty little penguin!

NARRATOR: Pip didn't know why, but he kept his mouth shut. Something inside him was keeping him from speaking up.

TIM: (joined the hug) Hey there, Aveline! You're going to love it here.

PIP: Aveline? Who was Aveline? (said inside his head, still wondering why he couldn't speak up)

((Their house was very well-decorated, and neat. It was also, clearly, baby-proofed. Tim lifted the crate, and they carried 'Aveline' to 'her' new room. It was the cutest girls nursery he'd ever seen. The walls were blue with white and pink accents, and there were stuffed toys everywhere. A bookshelf full of books stood near a rocking chair, and the closet was open to reveal a wardrobe meant for a girl who was into princesses, big-time.))

((Pip blinked, allowing himself to be placed in a comfy crib.))

NARRATOR: He knew he should speak up, and tell them he's not a baby, but something inside him was telling him no. Why ruin what could be a perfect family? He'd never felt so much love.

TIM: (leaned over the bars of 'his daughters crib' and gushed over his new 'daughter') Oh, I'm so glad we made this decision! Yes, I am, yes, I am!

((Virginia re-appeared with a pink, long sleeved dress with white lace on the wrists and neck. To Pip's surprise, and embarrassment, it fit perfectly.))

VIRGINIA: Open up, angel. (put a bottle in her 'baby's mouth')

((A bottle popped into Pip's mouth. He blushed, but suckled instinctively.))

NARRATOR: It was actually kind of nice. Pip forgot what it was like to be little and carefree.