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 Baby and the Bills

//(Brittany walks in, Merriam and Robbie are sitting on floor.)//

Brittnay: I can handle them, don’t worry. //(Parents walk out door)//

Brittany: //(Mutters)// this is my first babysitter job, I can’t mess it up. //(Robbie perks up from the couch)//

Robbie: I will go get Merriam, my brother, from upstairs.

Brittany: //(Mutters)// what’s on TV? //(Brittany sits on couch) (Robbie comes down with Merriam) (Robbie goes over to couch)//

Robbie: //(Rudely)// you’re in my spot.

Brittany: I am older so I get to sit here.

Robbie: It is my house, I get to sit here.

Merriam: //(cries)//

Robbie: Look at what you made him do.

Brittany: make him stop.

Robbie: No. //(Brittany gets up) (Robbie quickly lies on the couch) (At that moment Merriam stops crying)//

Brittany: well, do you want to play a game of chess?

Robbie://(groan)// Why would I? //(Merriam crawls into kitchen)//

Brittany: Do you want to play Monopoly? Robbie: No...

Brittany: Then what do you want to do?

Robbie: Lay here. //(Merriam crawls out of kitchen, quickly hiding lighter)//

Brittany: did it just get warmer in here? //(Brittney sees fire in kitchen and runs in to discover bills are on fire)//

Brittany://(Eek!)// Your bills are on fire! (//shouting) (Tries to put out small fire but spreads quickly)//

Brittney: Don’t just sit there, HELP!

Robbie: Since you are older I will let you handle this. //(Brittney runs around searching for a bucket, grabs it, fills it with water)//

Brittany://(Mutters)//Well the fires' out... //(Brittany has put out fire with water)//

Brittany: Robbie! Help me with Merriam! //(Shouts)//

Robbie: //(grumbles)// Naaah, he’s ok, besides, I feel comfy.

Brittany: Robbie! GO TO YOUR ROOM!

Robbie: do it yourself…… //(Merriam is playing with another lighter)//

Brittany: Im done with you crazy children! Im out!//(exit right) (Robbie suddenly looks alive)//

Robbie: Nice job, Phil, we completely fooled her.

Merriam: Yeah, and I got the real bills right here.//(slaps them on table)//

Robbie: Kmon, let’s go upstairs.

Phil: Sure. //(Both exit left)//