MAE: 8 years old
MATT: 10 years old
MOM: 41 years old
DAD: 42 years old
(The Bickerson’s are baking brownies. Mom and dad are in another room trying to watch Game of Thrones.)
(Mom goes into the kitchen.)
How’s it going?
Does this look mixed enough?
Can we lick the bowl now?
All the powder stuff should be mixed in.
(Matt and Mae furiously mix the batter.)
Is that good?
(Mom inspects the bowl.)
Can you use the scraper thing? Cause we can’t do it good.
Yeah, mom, you’re faster, but don’t get like all of it. Do it, but don’t get it so much that we can’t test it.
Yeah. We need to test it, so don’t scrape it out so much that there’s not anything left.
(Mom scrapes the batter out of the bowl into the baking dish. Matt and Mae watch intensely hoping for big globs to be left behind. Mom makes sure she leaves some batter behind. Matt and Mae dig in.)
Quit hogging all of it.
(Mae tugs at the bowl and brings it closer to her.)
Keep it in the middle!
(Matt tugs at the bowl. Mae grabs her end before he can pull it closer. They have a tug-o-war with the bowl and knock a glass dish off the counter. It shatters all over the kitchen. Dad shouts from the other room.)
What the hell was that?
We need the shop vac!
Shop vac stat!
Can it wait?!
There’s glass all over. We’re trapped.
You guys are killing me! Absolutely killing me!
(Matt and Mae stand silent in the kitchen. Mom stares them down.)
Not cool while Game of Thrones is on. Here he comes…
(Matt and Mae anxiously await dad’s arrival in the kitchen. They know they’re in trouble. Dad barges in the kitchen, runs out to the garage and returns with a tangled Shop Vac. He struggles with the cord and then eventually untangles it. He quickly vacuums up all the glass while the kids move out of the way. He rolls the shop vac into the hallway and rushes back to the living room without saying a word. Mom looks the kids over as she leaves the kitchen.)
(Matt and Mae smile. They’re safe. They continue baking.)