Mumma enters through front door. Dad, Girl, Friend of Girl and YM are all around the house.
Mumma: What's that smell?
Girl: Cookies, and stew.
Mumma: plastic stew? it smells like melting plastic.
Dad: That's the deck. The guy came and put stuff on the deck today. It smells.
Mumma: It really smells! Do we still have a tarp? It's dark outside and I can't see.
Dad: Yup. We still have a tarp.
Girl: You can have any cookie you want - just not the people cookies. They are Friend and me.
YM: Can I have this chicken cookie?
Girl: It's a turkey. Friend made it.
Friend: You can eat it.
YM: Yum yum yum... (leaves room with cookie in his mouth)
Mumma: Who will drive to singing lessons?
Dad: I will drive. You can stay here and have some stew.
Girl goes up to bedroom to change for singing lesson. Closes bedroom door.
Mumma stirs stew.
Mumma unloads dishwasher and puts clean dishes away, puts groceries in fridge, pets dog, feeds dog, loads cookie-making and stew-making dishes and utensils into dishwasher, stirs stew again.
Dad: (calls up the stairs) Are you ready?
Girl: (opens bedroom door) I'm ready - HEY! what's that smell?
Mumma: stew, and cookies.