[ACT 1: SCENE 2]

[START SCENE 2]

[SUPER at bottom left hand corner screen]

[SUPER: Four hours later]

[SCENE: LANE household, TRENT's bedroom.  TRENT and JANE are sitting on the bed, TRENT is wearing a pair of faded shorts so threadbare they're almost transparent.  There is a pile of clothes between TRENT and JANE.  TRENT is folding a shirt.  JANE is staring at a white pair of pants in her hand.  ]

Jane: I can't believe it.

Trent [not looking up]: Yes, Veronica, there is a Santa Claus - [beat] more importantly, there's nothing growing in Trent's cupboard. 

[CAMERA PAN TO: the floor of TRENT's bedroom - now empty of the piles of clothes and random junk.  The carpet is a fuzzy grey colour.  The door of the cupboard is open showing that it is completely empty except for a dangling hanger]

[CUT TO: TRENT still sitting on bed]

Trent: I can't believe I was so bored I cleaned up his bedroom.  [beat] No wait.  Yes I can.  [sighs] I have no life - it's official.

Jane [V/O]: Only you, Daria, would switch bodies with my brother and claim you had no life. 

[CAMERA PANS: JANE and TRENT.  JANE is still looking at the white pair of pants she's holding]

Jane: I'm really hoping that Trent had a pair of white jeans before we did his laundry - because if not.  [beat; drops the jeans] Eeeewwwww.

Trent [deadpan]: Chameleon clothes - next on Sick Sad World

Jane [thoughtful]: I prefer 'Tales from the wardrobe: turn my white jeans black' myself.

Trent: [glancing down at body] Please don't say that when I'm in the body of your brother.  [shudders.  Beat; TRENT continues folding clothes] What time did you say Trent was turning up?

Jane: I'm assuming he'll head back here after his last class.

[S/X: quacking]

Trent: Don't tell me we missed Trent's pet duck when we cleaned up the mess.  [beat; semi-alarmed] We didn't did we?

Jane: [grins] Yes.  Didn't you notice Chibi-duckman? Trent raised him from an egg.  [beat; at TRENT's expression] The phone Daria.  That thing you pick up and say 'Roadkill CafĂ©, you kill 'em we grill 'em!' into?

[Both turn to stare at TRENT's duck phone.]

Trent: I thought Trent had really bad taste in paperweights.

Jane: The wire running from its butt didn't clue you in at all?

Trent: Duck anatomy not being a major concern of the average girl in a boy's body - no.  [beat]

[S/X: quacking continues]

[TRENT picks up the duck around the neck, fumbling slightly]

Trent: Yes?

Nic [V/O] [Tiny; through telephone speaker]: Yo Trent.

Trent: Yo? [obvious that DARIA doesn't recognise NIC's voice on the telephone]

Nic [V/O] [Tiny] [suspicious]: You don't sound like you got a cough.

Trent: Um [coughs] I do.  [coughs]

[CUT TO: JANE arching an eyebrow]

[PAN OVER: TRENT holding telephone]

Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: Whatever.  Look don't forget we've got practise tomorrow morning for the gig at Joseph's next week.  He's offering twice what McGrundy does.  Our only competition is that boy-band cover 'Unsynched'.  We're in if we get the sound perfect -

Trent: [alarmed; eyes wide] [coughs] I've got a cough -

Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: Yeah - you've sung with bronchitis before -

Trent: [desperate] And I sprained my wrist -

Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: Jesse can switch to main guitar -

Trent: [really alarmed now] And -

Nic [V/O] [Tiny]: If Joseph's hires us, we'll be pulling in at least a hundred bucks a night.  [beat] So wake up on time to let us into the garage tomorrow.

[S/X: dial tone]

[TRENT drops phone]

[CAMERA ZOOM IN: TRENT's eyes wide]

Trent: .  .  .

[END ACT 1: SCENE 2]