Chapter 5: Alice's Bad News

(In the boathouse…)

Dillon: That was easier than I thought.

Brook: Yeah. Who knew Cook would be on a bathroom break?

Dillon: My mother is going to kill me.

Diego: There will be leftovers. Besides, it not like we took everything.

Brook: Granny is gonna flip. (laughs)

Lulu: It's gonna be great.

Georgie: I'm surprised we didn't get caught.

Brook: You are going to jinx it.

Georgie: You don't believe that, do you?

Brook: I do. (laughs) What?

Dillon: Shall we?

Lulu: Shall we what?

Diego: Dig in!

Brook: Sounds good…Although pizza also sounded good. (laughs) Just not with the family.

Dillon: I would PAY to see my mom eat pizza.

Brook: Granny wouldn't even look at it.

Lulu: (laughs)

Georgie: I almost feel bad.

Brook: Why?

Georgie: Dillon, when was the last time your family had a good Thanksgiving dinner? (pause) Never mind. (laughs) I guess you wouldn't know.

Dillon: (shakes head) I have no idea.

Diego: Well, it's not like pizza is BAD.

Dillon: You HAVE met my mother, right? Right?

(They all laugh.)

Lulu: Eh…So what? As long as no one find out we um…stole the food? (laughs)

Georgie: It is too obvious. The food is missing. So are we.

Brook: We are not missing. We are in the boathouse. The family knows that. Besides…Dillon and I? We had a conversation. Not one mention about the plan.

Georgie: Still…It's too obvious.

Diego: Then we should head back.

Dillon: Why? (laughs) To divert suspicion?

Lulu: Exactly.

Dillon: This is a REAL bad movie.

Lulu: Oh! You and your movies!

(They all laugh again.)

(Back at the Q's…The family is gathered in the den.)

Alice: Yo! May I have everyone's attention?

Tracy: Ugh. "Yo?"

Monica: What's going on, Alice?

Alice: I have some…some news.

Ned: Uh oh.

Edward: It's about dinner.

Lois: Now, Mr. Q, we don't know that.

Alan: Yes, we do.

Alice: I'm afraid you are correct. The food has been stolen, and Cook is NOT pleased.

Luke: Who cares about Cook? What about the food?

Coleman: Yeah!

Skye: Oh please.

Lorenzo: Someone explain to me how ALL the food goes missing.

Justus: Sounds strange to me.

Alice: Correction…There is still some food. But the turkey…

Alan: Oh for Godsakes!

Alice: Is gone.

Lainey: Well…Could the kids have taken it?

Tracy: Dillon! Ugh.

Ned: Brook!

(Dillon and Brook enter.)

Dillon: Yes?

Brook: You called?

Tracy: Ha! The innocent act? Not buying it.

Lois: Brookie, baby. Did you and your friends steal Thanksgiving dinner?

Brook: Um, no. Why would we do that?

Ned: Because none of you want to spend the holiday with the family.

Brook: I never said that…Did I?

Skye: Where are the others?

Dillon: Still in the boathouse!

Coleman: With our food!

Luke: Our food? Who invited you again?

Edward: You two can argue all you want; I, for one, want a REAL Thanksgiving dinner.

Luke: Good point, Pops. Let's go get the food!

Alice: I'm right behind you, Mr. Luke. (pause) Wait one minute. (leaves)

Monica: Where is she going?

Ned: Who knows?

Tracy: Who cares?

Edward: Do we have to wait?

Luke: Aww, but it's Sunshine!

Tracy: Oh would you stop that?

Luke: Jealous, Spanky Buns?

Alan: WHY do you insist on calling my sister that?

Luke: Because she likes it.

Tracy: I do not!

Luke: Oh yes you do! That…And Sugar Plum, and Spunky, and Pretty Pink Pepp—

Dillon: Yoo hoo! Yeah. Over here. Since we apparently aren't being served any time soon, Brook and I are just going to head back to the boathouse. Okay? (pause) Okay. (to Brook) Let's go. Now.

Justus: Yep. Something is definitely going on.

Edward: And we are not following them because?

Tracy: (imitating) Because we are waiting for Sunshine. (rolls eyes)

Alice: (enters with her broom) Let's go get our food!

Tracy: You are NOT eating with us.

Luke: She sure is. She is sitting right next to me.

Tracy: Oh sure! Why sit with your wife when you can sit with the maid? (to Luke) Apparently, you do not remember what we discussed earlier.

Luke: Tracy—

Tracy: Let's just get the food, damnit!

Alice: (charges with her broom) Da da doom!

Lois: What is she doing?

Luke: Right behind you, Sunshine!

Lorenzo: (to Skye) How do you deal with this lunacy?

Monica: Hey! I heard that. If you insult this family one more time, I'll throw you and your little friend out!

Alan: That "little friend" is my daughter!

Tracy: She is NOT!

Luke: The food people, the food! Let's go! (runs outside)

(The family follows.)

(Dillon and Brook arrive at the boathouse out of breath.)

Dillon: They know. The family knows. We need to go now.

Diego: Now?

Brook: Yes! Take as much food as you can!

Lulu: What are we going to do with it?

Dillon: Well we transported here, didn't we?

Georgie: Very slowly.

Diego: This makes no sense. Let's just leave the food here. There's enough for everyone.

Georgie: You don't understand. We should have never "stole" the food in the first place.

Brook: Dillon's mom is evil, remember? My Granny.

Diego: Not this "evil" thing again.

Dillon: Look! We need to bolt! Now!

Lulu: I don't know. Maybe Diego has a point. If the Quartermaines finally have their traditional dinner, then no one can complain, right?

Dillon: You're supposed to side with me; you're my stepsister!

Lulu: Only because my father was stupid enough to marry your mother!

Dillon: Hey, my mom is not that bad!

Brook: Could we argue about this later? Please.

Dillon: (ignores Brook) Besides, wasn't it your idea to skip the family dinner?

Lulu: (pause) Yes.

Dillon: So you out of all us, you should not be giving up!

Lulu: You know what? You're right!

Brook: You ARE right!

Lulu: (taking control) All right. All right. Whatever happens, we do NOT give the family the food. Not until AFTER we have our own dinner.

Diego: So…What do you want us to do?

Lulu: Go! Just take something and go.

Diego: I don't understand. Where are we going to run? Away from the family?

Dillon: Sounds good to me! Let's go! I got the turkey! Whoa! I don't remember it being this big.

Brook: Don't drop it. (laughs)

Lulu: Yeah, Dillon. Then we'll ALL be having pizza.

(The others gather the food; they run outside the boathouse)

Alice: (with her broom) Not so fast!