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Brook - Mother, there's no hot Wah . . . . . . . .

(Sammie grabbing Brook by the shoulder's shakes her roughtly.)

Sammie - You little brat! I ought to choke you to death!

(pause)

Brook - (Brook grabing her neck and starting to yell)
Mother! Mother!. Help! She's choking me.

(Mother and Daddy runs into the room)
(Brook is now lying on the floor)

Mother - My baby!
Daddy - What is the meaning of this?
Sammie - She's putting on.
Brook - I am not. She tried to kill me. She said "I ought to choke you to death".
Then she took me by the head and I said to myself: "Self, she's trying to kill me",
And me said "Me Yell"!. . . and I did.
Mother - Huebert, I expect something to be done.
Sammie - Do you really believe that?
Daddy - I don't know what to believe. But this is it! You're restricted for one month
from everything, phone, T.V. everything!
Sammie - But Dad! . . .
Daddy - I don't want to hear it!

(At his words Mom and Dad leaves the room)

Brook - I got you in trouble - La La La La . . .
Sammie - I've had it!

(At this Sammie grabbes a flower pot and throws it in the floor.)

Sammie - Mother! Mother!

(Mom and Dad run into the room. Dad has a rolled up newspaper in
his hand.)

Mother - What now?
Sammie - (Pointing to the floor) Look what Brook did!
Mother - I just waxed that floor!
Brook - I did not.
Sammie - Yes you did! I saw you!
Dad - I can't take anymore!

(And at this, he grabs Brook, throws her across his kness, and uses
the newspaper on the seat of her "INTELLIGENCE".

THE END

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