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"Mom, dad?! Is anyone home?!" Brad yelled coming through the front door.
"They're not here," Randy said, rolling into the kitchen.
"Where are they?"
"At the grocery store."
"Man, I can't believe this! I have a soccer game in less than an hour, and it's our last game of the season!"
"So? They've been to all your others."
"Yeah, but this is the championships."
"Well, I don't know about them, but I'm here," Mark said coming into the room.
"Mark, buddy, don't upset him like that," Randy said patting him on the back.
"Ha, ha, very funny. Look, I have a video project to do and I need to tape some of your game."
"Oh, you mean the star of the game?" Brad said.
"Yeah, and you," Randy commented.
"Yeah, well at least I'm popular at something!"
"At what, being able to kick a ball? Oh, such skill!"
"Yeah, well at least I can walk."
The room suddenly grew silent, as Brad sighed. "Randy-"
"No, no, you're right, Brad. You can. Congratulations," Randy said, rolling to his room.
Brad and Mark stood there in silence, suddenly interrupted by Tim and Jill coming through the door.
"Hi guys," Jill said. "Brad, isn't your game in less than an hour?"
"Yeah, but I don't think I feel too much like playing."
"Why?"
"Because, me and Randy got in a fight and I told him basically that I could walk and he couldn't."
"Brad! Why would you say something like that?"
"I didn't mean to, mom, it just sort of came out! And I'm sorry."
"Well don't tell me, tell him."
"Allright, I'll be right back."
"Mark, what are you doing?" Tim said, as he saw Mark point his camera at them.
"I'm doing a film for my class. Dysfunctional families and how they work, by Mark Taylor."
"Mark, you can't tape this!" Jill said.
"Sorry, mom, but I have a right."
Tim nodded. "You're right. And here's something you can add to it, No Allowance!"
Suddenly, Brad's voice was heard from Randy's room. "Mom, dad, come quick!"
Jill and Tim looked at each other in horror and made their way to Randy's room, praying that nothing else had happened to him.
"Mom, dad?! Is anyone home?!" Brad yelled coming through the front door.
"They're not here," Randy said, rolling into the kitchen.
"Where are they?"
"At the grocery store."
"Man, I can't believe this! I have a soccer game in less than an hour, and it's our last game of the season!"
"So? They've been to all your others."
"Yeah, but this is the championships."
"Well, I don't know about them, but I'm here," Mark said coming into the room.
"Mark, buddy, don't upset him like that," Randy said patting him on the back.
"Ha, ha, very funny. Look, I have a video project to do and I need to tape some of your game."
"Oh, you mean the star of the game?" Brad said.
"Yeah, and you," Randy commented.
"Yeah, well at least I'm popular at something!"
"At what, being able to kick a ball? Oh, such skill!"
"Yeah, well at least I can walk."
The room suddenly grew silent, as Brad sighed. "Randy-"
"No, no, you're right, Brad. You can. Congratulations," Randy said, rolling to his room.
Brad and Mark stood there in silence, suddenly interrupted by Tim and Jill coming through the door.
"Hi guys," Jill said. "Brad, isn't your game in less than an hour?"
"Yeah, but I don't think I feel too much like playing."
"Why?"
"Because, me and Randy got in a fight and I told him basically that I could walk and he couldn't."
"Brad! Why would you say something like that?"
"I didn't mean to, mom, it just sort of came out! And I'm sorry."
"Well don't tell me, tell him."
"Allright, I'll be right back."
"Mark, what are you doing?" Tim said, as he saw Mark point his camera at them.
"I'm doing a film for my class. Dysfunctional families and how they work, by Mark Taylor."
"Mark, you can't tape this!" Jill said.
"Sorry, mom, but I have a right."
Tim nodded. "You're right. And here's something you can add to it, No Allowance!"
Suddenly, Brad's voice was heard from Randy's room. "Mom, dad, come quick!"
Jill and Tim looked at each other in horror and made their way to Randy's room, praying that nothing else had happened to him.