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.
Mumma: drat
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: hmmmm
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.
THE END
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