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                         T-File_10________March_1_2005
                    Go Forth and Wait: A play in one scene
                                  By Jokester

  Characters:

   DAVE: The hero of the scene. Your absolute, everyday teenager with a 
tolerance for the events around him.

   DIANE: Dave's sister. A complete airhead, and the darling of the 
family. 

   MOM: Their Mother. Adores Diane, ignores Dave.  Voice is constantly 
perky.

   DAD: Their Father. Loves mom, immerses himself in the event of life.

   EDDIE: Dave's best friend. Best described as an evil version of Eddie 
on "Leave it to  beaver".


  Props Needed:

     Couch
     Table
     A few chairs
     Television Set
     A pair of sneakers (old).
     Door
     Fishtank
     Garbage can (large)


  SCENE OPENS

  [Dave is doing his homework on the dining room table.  Diane is lying 
on the couch, watching the fishtank. All is quiet for a very slight 
pause. A sneaker, dropped from above the view of the audience, falls 
onto the stage.]

  DAVE: (Looks up, and watches Diane for a second. His eyebrow raises, 
then he speaks.) Uh, Diane?

  DIANE: Mm, yes?

  DAVE: You're watching the fish tank. (Looks back down again.)

  DIANE: (Squeak) Oh. (Turns herself around on the couch and starts 
watching
         the TV on her stomach.)

  [MOM comes in, stage left. She strikes a Mrs. Brady Happy pose.]

  DAVE: (Looks up, and starts to raise his right hand, pointing.) Ah, 
Mom..

  [It's too late. She walks over near her beloved Diane and clasps her 
hands.]

  MOM: And how's my favorite little darling?

  DIANE: (Still watching TV) Condusive, ma.

  MOM: That's Wonderful, dear!

  [She then walks out through stage left, ignoring Dave.]

  DAVE: [Still with his hand up on its elbow, still pointing up.] 
Ochtch.

  [Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. It opens. It's DAD in his 
business
  suit. And is HE happy. Dave looks up. Diane continues to watch TV.]

  DAD: Honey, I'm concious! [Takes off his hat and throws it into the 
garbage.]

  [Mom comes running in. Her arms are turned up so her loose fists are 
facing
  Dad. She twists as she walks.]

  MOM: Hi, Dear!

  DAD: (Arms outstetched, he drops the briefcase) Aloha!

  [Convoluted Muffle kiss. Improvisation time. Actors can be as 
exaggerated as they please.]

  [They turn to Diane. Dave by this time has looked back down at his 
homework, and is thinking about a problem.]

  MOM AND DAD: Hello, Daughter!

  DIANE: (Turns to them, sits up on couch) Hello, Parents!

  [Diane gets up. All three hug. Dave starts writing again.]

  PAUSE

  [They break apart.]

  DAD: Do you know what today is?

  DIANE: I have a concept. It's my genesis anniversary!

  DAD: Right! And your gifts are waiting outside!

  [Dave is slightly interested. He looks up now.]

  DIANE: Really? Wow! [She runs to the door. Dad and Mom look at each 
other and smile. She clasps her hands.] Oh wow! A Shetland pony and a 
new Porsche!

  HORSE SOUND EFFECT.

  [Diane runs out the door. Dad and Mom walk out after her. Dave stands 
up and walks to the middle of the stage. He's slightly pertrubed.]

  DIANE: (Offstage) Wow! This is rad!

  HORSE SOUND EFFECT.

  DAVE: (Looks to audience) Does this happen to you? For MY birthday, 
they gave me a lava lamp.  Sibling rivaly is a cruel thing, but sibling 
annihilation is another thing altoghether. (pause) It's Miller time.

  [Eddie appears at the window.]

  EDDIE: Hi, Dave!

  DAVE: Hi, Eddie.

  [Eddie climbs in through the window. He walks over to Dave.]

  EDDIE: (Gesturing towards window) Yer windows have no glass.

  DAVE: Whatever.

  EDDIE: Yeah. Hey, your sister got a shetland pony.

  DAVE: I'm well aware of that, Eddie. I'm not particuarly happy about 
it.

  EDDIE: Why? It's great.

  DAVE: Not if you had gotten a waste of a present for YOUR birthday. 
This is sick. (Starts looking up.)

  EDDIE: What're you doing?

  DAVE: I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  [The other shoe falls from above the audience's view. Dad opens the 
door and looks inside.]

  DAD: Hey, son....

  DAVE: (Looks down and back at him.) Jes?

  DAD: Mind if we clear out your private clubhouse for a stable? The 
garage's ceiling is too low.

  DAVE: (Puts his hands on his hips and says sarcastically) No. I think 
that's just dandy.

  DAD: Thanks. (Puts his head back in, closes the door.)

  DAVE: See what I mean?

  EDDIE: Yeah. But look at the bright side.

  DAVE: What bright side?

  EDDIE: The skit's over.


  LIGHTS OUT 

