starring as the much beleaguered middle schooler (MBMS) and his mom...
starring as the eeeevil mother (EM). The scene opens with the phone ringing just as eeeevil mom was getting ready to walk son #2 to the bus stop.
MBMS (in a pitiful voice): Mom...I just puked.
this child was fine this weekend, was fine this morning and ate a good breakfast
EM: What happened?
MBMS: I just got sick. I don't know what happened.
EM: Marty, you've missed too many days. You were out 5 days because of Grandpa's funeral and you were sick a couple of days. You can't miss anymore.
MBMS: But moooooom, I feel terrible. Please, please, please.
adlib much begging and pleading by MBMS and many refusals to budge by EM
EM: Don't you remember our talk when you were sick last time? If you miss too many more you will be beyond the limit missed for the semester. You said you understood.
MBMS: But Mom, I didn't know I would feel this bad this soon.
EM: You have to stay in school. But, I can bring you medicine.
MBMS: Can't we talk about it when you get here?
EM: No. There is nothing to talk about. If you don't have a fever, you have to stay at school. Your only options are me bringing you medicine or not bring you medicine.
MBMS: (huffily) Fine, I'll see you when you get here.
EM gathers the medicine and loads son #3 into the car.
EM arrives at the school and walks in the office to encounter much begging and pleading by MBMS. MBMS admittedly looks a bit peakish.
MBMS: Mom, I'm dying here. Can't I please come home?
EM: No dear. You can not come home.
again...adlib much begging and pleading by MBMS and many refusals to budge by EM
EM (to secretary): Do you have a thermometer?
EM: If you don't have a fever, you will stay in school.
fast forward a little bit, thermometer shows NO FEVER
EM: Ok...take your medicine and go back to class.
MBMS: You don't car about me. Come one mom, give me a break for once in my life.
EM: I do care...
MBMS: No you don't. You don't care. You don't love me. I'm dying here.
EM: If I didn't love you, I wouldn't put up with this.
EM: The discussion is over, you need to go back to class.
MBMS: Fine, I won't talk to you ever again.
After multiple repeats of the begging and many near bouts of tears, MBMS stomps off as best as he can while on cruches. EM drives home shaking her head and the screen fades to black.
This has been the most recent production of the King Street Players. Thanks for your interest. Check back in on a regular basis and we'll bring you many further episodes fill with teen-age angst, infuriating toddlers, and whiny 7 year olds.