Welcome to script #2! You all did a great job with the last one and I"m sure you'll do great with this one too! DUE DATE FOR LINES IS JULY 15! Kate: Ruth and Peter, meet Mr. and Mrs. Graggot. Peter: Hi... *whisper* I can't believe the court case worked out in their favor. I don't want to go home with these weirdos. Ruth: No kidding. Mrs. Graggot: *sarcastically* Oh children, I'm sooo glad you're coming to stay with us. Mr. Graggot: Yes, I'm sooo happy. Now Kate, darlin’, we're going. Kate: *slightly smitten* Oh, um, yes, here's your suitcase, kids. Goodbye! Ruth: Bye Kate, thanks for the lovely time at foster care. Ember: *running* Wait! Ruth, goodbye! I'll miss you. Ruth: I'll miss you too, Ember. *sniffing* Mrs. Graggot: *slightly impatient but managing to be "sweet"* Alright now, we're going. (scene change) Mrs. Graggot: Ahh, what a looovely car ride. Kids, in case you're interested, we live in the lovely town of Creston. My, what a beautiful day, don't you think so, Sugar? Mr. Graggot: What? Oh, um sure. Ruth: Mr and Mrs. Graggot, I must ask you something. How are you our relatives and why are you adopting us? Mrs. Graggot: Ahem, I, well... Sugar, let's get something to eat, I'm starved. Peter: NO, tell us! Mr. Graggot: Shut your little mouths!.... I mean, let's not talk about it. I'll grab some food, dear. (scene change) Mrs. Graggot: Welcome to our house! Ruth: It's huge! Peter: That's the biggest mansion I've ever seen. *door* Emma: Welcome back! *rude, sharp tone* Kids, my name is Emma. Come with me and I'll take you to your rooms. And no talking, I'm in no mood to talk. Ruth: Ok...? Peter: I've got a bad feeling about this place. Ruth: Wow, the inside of the mansion is beautiful! Emma: Didn't I tell you to be quiet? Don't touch that, Peter, it's expensive. *crash* PETER! Look what you've don't to that vase!! How could you, you careless child?!? Hina, come clean up this mess! Hina: Yes, Emma. Hello kids, I'm Hina. Peter: Hi Hina, I'm so sorry I broke the vase Emma: Quiet! Hurry up, you clumsy twins. (Scene change) Emma: Here are your rooms. Now, the rules of the house are to be followed exactly. First, no touching anything. Two, you will do all the chores you are assigned. Three: You will not miss a meal. If you miss a meal, you don't get that meal. Understood? Ruth: Got it. Peter: Okay. Emma: Good, I'll see you both at lunch. *footsteps* Ruth: Wow, she's crabby. Peter: For sure. It didn't help that I broke the silly vase though. Ruth: It's fine. Wow, take a look at our rooms. Peter: All the other rooms in the house are beautiful, but these are like... like... I don't know, they're just gross. Ruth: Ugh. Peter: At least I don't have messy roommate though. *sigh* (scene change) Ruth: *Yawn* What a day! Well, it's a new day, so maybe it will go better. *door* Emma: Get up, time for breakfast then chores. Ruth: Alright, alright, I'm up. *footsteps* Peter: Hey Ruth, you'd better hurry up. Emma is in a worse mood than yesterday. Ruth: I know, she was just talking to me. Peter: Let's get down to breakfast. (scene change) Ruth: At least breakfast was good. Peter: Uh oh, looks like Emma is going to be the one to give us our chores. Emma: *sharp tone, domineering* Hello kids, I have some chores for you. Today, you will be vacuuming the entire house, then you will mop the entire house. Got that? Ruth: Oh no... (scene change) Ruth: *noises of vacuum* Ohhh, my arms are so sore from pushing this silly vacuum around. How many more rooms? Peter: I think just the Graggot's master bedroom. Ruth: Let's get it done with then. Peter: Here it is. Hey, nice room! Ruth: Peter, stop messing around with Mrs. Graggot's jewelry box. Peter: But I found a cool key, look! Ruth: Put it back! Peter: What if it goes to something? Ruth: I don't care, just put it back and finish the vacuuming job. (scene change) Ruth: Wow, my arms are so sore. Peter: Thank goodness the chores are done though, and we finished just in time for dinner, which I thought wouldn't happen. Ruth: *laugh* Yup. *pause* Peter, what are you holding? Wait, is that the key from earlier? I said to put it back! Peter: I'm sorry! I forgot and put in my pocket without thinking. Ruth: *sigh* Seriously? Go put it back! Peter: Emma said not to wander around the house. Ruth: You got yourself into this mess, and you have to get yourself out of it. (scene change) Emma: Good morning children, I hope you enjoyed breakfast? No, don't tell me. I have other important matters to get to. Your chore this morning will be deep cleaning the attic. Now get to it. (scene change) Ruth: *cough* This attic is super dirty! ' Peter: *cough* And dusty! Ruth: *sneeze* (if you can't fake sneeze, you could just cough) Well, let's get this over with. Peter: Hey, look at this Ruth: It's an old magazine. Holy guacamole, the printing date is February 8th, 1920! Peter: Wow, read it! CONTINUED BELOW
Ruth: Ok, here we go. It says: After the endless flow of criminals, due to several gangs who were captured recently, Arthur Graggot has willingly allowed the prison to use rooms in his house for criminals. Creston Prison is completely full, so ten rooms in Graggot’s house have been set aside, been emptied, and are having locks installed along with barred windows. ‘Five prisoners per room will do,’ Graggot says. He really is a hero to our town, Creston. The prison rooms are going to be in several places in his house. They will all be in guest bedrooms, except for one. Graggot has installed one prison cell in a small room off to the side of his attic. Peter: Off to the side of his attic? In this room? Ruth: This is crazy? Do you think our rooms were once prisons? Peter: Most likely. But I want to find the prison up here. Wait, who was Arthur Graggot? Ruth: I think he was Mr. Graggot's grandfather. TLook around for a keyhole. I bet the key you found is the key to the attic prison. Peter: Maybe, just look around. *Lot's of stuff moving around etc.* Peter: Hey, I think I found something! Ruth: The keyhole? Peter: No, a really cool piano! Ruth: *groan* Very funny. Peter: Oh wait, I found something behind this bookcase. Ruth: *sarcastically* Another piano? Peter: No, silly, I think it's a keyhole. Ruth: You're not messing with me? Peter: No, I'm serious. Come here! Ruth: Coming. Peter: There, see? Doesn't it look like keyhole? Ruth: You're right! Let's completely move the bookcase out of the way though. *grunting noises as you move it out of the way* Peter: There! Ruth: Hmm, when you look at the wall, you can see the faint outline of a door covered up by paint. Let's try the key! Peter: Ok, here we go. *grunt* Come on, it won't go in. Ruth: I'll help. *(Lots of grunting here, lol)* *crack* Ruth: It worked! Peter: Yes! Let's open the door. Ruth: Okay, here we go. *door* *cough* It's so dusty and musty inside! Peter: I can't see anything. Ruth: I've got my penlight. I'll turn it on. *click* Both: OH MY GOODNESS! KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE NEXT SCRIPT!
