The Sticky Spot
Author's Note: This is a new way of writing for me... AS THE AUTHORESS! Sorry that it's in script form but I couldn't help it. R&R!
Authoress: Picture the scene: Mrs.Weasley is rummaging through her and her husband's bedroom. She's cleaning up. She's an insane clean-o freak. After tidying up the dresser, the drawers (and having quite a tough time putting Mr. Weasley's disgusting pink socks in his sock drawer), and more, she has decided her sheets need a bit of washing. She takes off the comforter and the pillowcases when she SEES IT. Something that would make your stomach turn.
(Your Stomach: turns)
Something that would make you scream for your mommy.
(You scream: for your mommy)
Girl in Audience: MOMMY! - Can I have a soda? Thanks, you're a doll!
Authoress: She sees - A STICKY WHITE SPOT.
(You: gasp.)
Authoress: Her mind reels. He wouldn't - would he? She's suddenly confused. Why would he? Why wouldn't he tell her? She calmly calls him in.
Molly: ARTHUR! GET IN HERE!
Arthur: (Out of breath, stumbles in) Yes, darling, dearest?
Molly: What. Is. That. (points)
Arthur: (Looks down, sees it, but still answers with:) What, dear?
Molly: That. (points again, nearly touching it.)
Arthur: (Bends down, almost centimeters away from it) Oh! That.
Molly: Yes. That. What is it.
Arthur: Oh, well... I, well... you see...
Molly: What? What do I see?
Arthur: (Sobs) I couldn't help it!
Molly: You promised me that if you ever needed ... that ... that I would give it to you!
Parents in the audience, now would be the time to cover your children's eyes.
Child in the audience: I CAN'T SEE! I'M BLIND!
Arthur: But last time you yelled at me because of ... it...
Molly: Well it would have avoided the mess you've put me in! Why, Arthur? Why?
Arthur: I'm SORRY! I promise, next time -
Molly: There will be no next time, Arthur.
(You: gasp.)
Arthur: But you mean -
Molly: I'm not 'helping' you next time.
Arthur: But it was only one time! One Time!
Molly: Yes, and one time leads to another time...
Arthur: I promise!
Molly: (Puts hands on hips and begins walking out into the hallway) Next time you want to lose weight, you do it yourself!
Arthur: (runs out into hallway, yelling:) BUT IT WAS ONLY VANILLA ICE CREAM!
(Curtain Closes. Authoress, Molly, and Arthur come out and bow.)
