It is a normal day at the Curtis household; with it being three days since Johnny and Ponyboy mysteriously disappeared. Darry was reading the newspaper on the couch, while Sodapop and Steve were playing rock paper scissors in the kitchen. But one of the gang members wasn't sitting in his usual spot, in front of the TV with chocolate cake and a beer: Two-bit Matthews. The other boys didn't seem to notice, though. Two-Bit was always going around stealing lamps for some reason. Just last week, he stole three lamps from the Curtis house.
Just Then, Keith Two-bit burst through the door wearing a blue, madras shirt and holding a large fancy looking lamp. "Hey y'all look at this sweet-ass lamp I just –" Before he could finish his sentence, he was met with horrified screams coming from the three boys, pointing at the shirt.
Darry jumped up throwing his newspaper onto the floor. "JESUS CHRIST TWO-BIT WHAT THE DIGGITY-DOG ARE YOU WEARIN' THAT ABOMINATION FOR?!"
"Are you becomin' a Soc now too? I thought Dally would be the only one we lost to 'em!" Steve yelled, standing up as well. Two-Bit suddenly had a flash back to the day before. Dally had walked into the house looking mighty proud of himself. He wore a madras sweater-vest over top of a white dress shirt. His hair was so neat that not a single hair stuck out. Dally had told them he was joining the socs, and called Two-bit Keith, making him punch the ex-greaser right in the nose.
"What!? Oh hell naw! Calm down I got this thing from Walmart for like a dollar!" The others looked at each other, sort of embarrassed, and settled down as Two-bit set the lamp down in the oven.
But then, Soda got an idea. "WAIT!" He screeched, almost knocking over the table he was sitting at. "If that shirt can fool us into thinking two-bit's a soc, then its oughtta fool the real socs too!" He continued wide-eyed. "I say we buy a whole bunch of them fake madras shirts from Walmart, and sneak into a soc gang!" everybody looked at soda flabbergasted that he said something almost intelligent for once. "What do ya say guys?" Soda asked.
"I dunno about that Sodapop. I mean if I go off playin' dress up then who'll watch my dog Cupcake? I can't leave him alone!" Steve said, trying to pick up all the things Soda had thrown onto the floor, via the table.
Darry looked at Steve disappointingly. "Steve Cupcake is imaginary." He rolled his eyes.
"That don't mean I can just leave him alone in my house! I haven't potty-trained him yet!" Steve threw the stuff back onto the floor in angst. "Yall can go play with the socs, but leave me out of it!" He stormed out of the house, just about knocking over the oven. After he had slammed the door, the gang was quiet for a second, but soon forgot that whole thing happened and went on with discussing their soc-espionage plan.
