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  Posted: November 24, 2019      Views: 35

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"Scene at a Christmas Shop 3" by Bill Schott



Scene continues in a huge Christmas-themed store. Red, Pons and Ned's cousin, has hurt Ned's feelings by suggesting that Ned's mother thinks he's stupid. Ned has released his magic balloon walks aimless and alone around the big warehouse-like store. Meanwhile, Pons deals with Red.

Red: (
Holding his nose after getting punched)  Ouch!  That hurt a lot, Pons!

Pons: Remember it fondly in the hospital.

Red: Wait!  C'mon! I just told the truth! I'm surprised he even got it!

Pons: You didn't tell the truth. You said what you could to hurt Ned. You CRUSHED him!

Red: You're over-reacting. Ned will walk it off, forget it, and come back with an eggplant he thinks is the great granddaddy of grapes.


Pons: (Grabbing Red by the collar and yanking him to be an inch from his face)  You are a nothing know-it-all who takes some kind of pleasure in elevating yourself at others' expense. I let it go most of the time because, well, a turd's a turd. 

Red: Listen, Pons -- I --


Pons: Shut up!  I've heard the last from you. The next time I see you, you'd better turn and go some other way, because I will beat you until they cuff me.

Red: Turn me loose, Pons!  I think my nose is bleeding!


Pons: I should tie a tourniquet around your neck. Now beat it before I lose my temper.

Red trots off to a nearby restroom.  Pons goes searching for Ned. He runs into Pallas.

Pallas:  Hey, Pons.  Getting your X-mas shopping in before everything goes on sale?  Don't ya love this time of year where painted pieces of wood are worth a hundred times more than they are on December 26th?

Pons: You're in a holiday spirit I see.

Pallas: Yeah. Hey, did ya see Pez! Hahahahaha!  He's Santa Claus! He's like a wolf in sheep's clothing.


Pons: That's not very flattering to say about your brother. 

Pallas: Don't get me wrong. I love Pez to pieces and back, but he isn't the cheery, elfin type.  I actually see him more like the ghost of Christmas yet to come.


Pons:  Wow. Cheap shots are cheap today.

Pallas: What do ya mean?  I'm just kiddin'.


Pons: Have you seen Ned?
 
Pallas: Not since I saw him giving an oral dissertation on quantum mechanics at --


Pons grabs Pallas by the collar and pulls him to within an inch of his face.

Pons: NOT another WORD!

Pallas:
(Alarmed but quickly returning to a calm state)   Whoa there, Pons! Cool your jets, dude. 

Pons:  (releasing Pallas) Have you seen him or not?

Pallas: What's wrong, Pons?  Is Ned okay? Oh, by the way, we'll talk about this grabbin' thing later.


Pons:  Ned!  Have you seen him?

Pallas: No, I haven't.  I will help ya find him though. It's a big store; lots of places to hide.


The two exchange looks of disdain from Pons and a eyebrow-raised smirk from Pallas.


To be continued...

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