Scene 2: Pedro's House
All is quite throughout the Sanchez house, except for the sound of Spanish news coming from a TV. Napoleon and Pedro are sitting on his couch, watching it. Napoleon appears to be really interested, though he doesn't understand a freakin' word they're saying.
"Sleep good?" asked Napoleon, with that dull tone in his voice. He was suddenly bored again. Pedro kept staring at the TV.
"Yeah, I slept good. How'd you sleep?" asked Pedro. He finally turned to Napoleon. Napoleon gave a deep sigh.
"I was sleeping fine until earlier. My grandma started playing this music so freakin' loud! I felt my room shaking. When I saw her in her room, she was even dancing to it!" exclaimed Napoleon. He was still pretty mad about the music thing. Pedro didn't laugh or anything; he just sat there.
"What kind of music was it? he asked.
"Some kind of punk rock, I don't know!" said Napoleon, almost shouting. He saw that Pedro was taken back by his tone. "sorry, man. Didn't mean to yell at you."
"That's ok. I'd be mad too if my mom woke me up with music." said Pedro. They still sat there, as if they were lost in thought. Napoleon finally said, "Wanna go eat somewhere? Maybe the gas station? There was no food at my house, so I didn't eat breakfast."
"Sure. That sounds cool." said Pedro, getting up. Napoleon gets up, too. They head for the door when Napoleon stops.
"Aren't you coming?" asked Pedro, seeming a little shocked by Napoleon's sudden stop. Napoleon stood there, thinking.
"Hold on." he said. He runs over to Pedro's fridge, shuffles through it until he pulls out a container of old cottage cheese.
"You wanna eat that?" asked Pedro, slightly grossed out.
"No! Just wait a minute." said Napoleon, going for the door. 'I ain't letting those stupid butt nuggets get me again. This'll show them!' thought Napoleon, happy by the bold plan he had created. He opens the door, and without hesitating, throws the container as hard at he can. When he finally sees who he hits, he realizes he hit the mailman.
"Oh crap! Lets get out of here!" said Napoelon, hushed but quick. They both run to Pedro's Sledgehammer, and ride off.