(Scene begins with Josh and Kevin, watching TV)
Josh: Hey, Kevin, thanks for inviting me to your sleepover!
Kevin: No problem, Josh! I’m just glad you could make it!
(Crazy Person runs across the stage, screaming “duck muffins”)
Josh: Uh . . . who was that?
Kevin: Oh, just some random crazy person. She sneaked into our house a few weeks ago, and now she lives in the cabinet under the sink.
Josh: Oh . . . okay. Anyway, I’m bored.
Kevin: Me, too. What should we do now?
Josh: We could get a snack. I’m hungry!
Kevin: Great idea! (Turns off TV)
(They both walk into the kitchen.)
Josh: What do we eat?
Kevin: How about ice cream?
Josh: Sure! I’ll use the same bowl as I did earlier, to be GREEN!
Kevin: Dude, look at your pajamas. You’re already green!
Josh (looking down): Oh. Well, I’ll be greener, I guess. (Reaches into dishwasher, which closes on him, trapping him inside.)
Josh: AAAAH!! HELP!!!
Kevin: Oh, NO! This is horrible!!!
Josh: Exactly!!
Kevin: Yeah! That’s a Kenmore Elite dishwasher! It was VERY expensive!!
Josh: Dude!
Kevin: What?
Josh: Oh, never mind . . . Just get me out of here!!!
Kevin: Okay, okay . . . (mumbles “bossy” to self and tries to open dishwasher, but accidentally turns it on)
Josh: ACK! Turn it off, turn it off!
Kevin: Sorry, sorry! Once you turn it on, it only turns off after the dishes are clean!
Josh: Aw, man! I’m going to be stuck in here until . . . AAAH! A SERIAL KILLER!!!
Kevin: Josh, it’s just a spoon!
Josh: Then why does it have blood on it?!
Kevin: The crazy person eats our ketchup with a spoon!
(Door to cabinet opens, revealing the crazy person holding a spoon and a bottle of ketchup)
Crazy Person: WAFFLES!!! (Slams cabinet door shut)
Kevin: Um . . . I’m not really sure how to respond to that.
Josh: Look, can we please just forget the whacko chick and focus on getting me out of this raging torrent of misery?
Kevin: All right . . . Hey, do you think I should call 911?
Josh: If it gets me out of this deathtrap, then yes!!!
Kevin: Okay . . . just let me get out my cell phone . . . (struggles to get phone out of pocket) Aha! Here it is! (Holds out a 1-inch-tall cell phone) Okay . . . (Pressing buttons) 9 . . . 1 . . . oh, crud! I accidentally hit the 4! 9 . . . Darn! I pressed 5! 9 . . . 1 . . . 7?!
(Crazy Person emerges from cabinet, holding sign that says “2 Hours Later”, then violently rips up the sign, yells “pie noodles”, and re-enters cabinet.)
Kevin: 9 . . . 1 . . . Drat!
Josh: Dude, you’ve been dialing that stupid phone for 2 hours, and this thing’s still on!!! How long does it take to push buttons on a cell phone?!
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