MINI CENTRAL
CHAPTER 4: BABIES?
m(mini)
roy (herny)
riza (clara)
armstrong (alexander)
hughes (roger)
havoc (curtis)
fuery (emanual)
gran (jerry)
shceska (miya)
falman (nick)
breda (I really don't know what his first name is going to be give me a suggetstion)
Lt Ross:baby sitter
St. Bloch: baby sitter
m. armstrong: Well hello Emanuel!
m. fury: Oh hey Alexander!(playing with building blocks) How have you b-
m. armstrong: -knocks blocks over- Oh it such a beautiful day isn't it? -sparkle sparkle-
m fury: m-my blocks -cries- MY BLOCKS! Ten minutes of hard work!
m. armstrong: feel these arm triceps -brushes arms against m. fury's face- Feel them! Feel them!
m. fury: alright I feel! I believe!
m. falman: alright I'm sure he does Alexander
m. shceska: -reading- sigh why am I in this kids playroom? I'm mature enough to be in the adult playroom -continues to read-
m. riza: you know what? I'm tired of your sas!
m shceska: -jumps in surprise- what?
m. roy: what did I do? -slams crayon on desk-
m. shceska: phew -wipes forehead- I thought she heard me
m. riza: you NEVER finish your work Henry!
m. roy: well look here miss Clara! I do all the work in here ya'll never do crap!
m. riza: we that's the responbiwlity of being the oldest!
m. roy: well why don't you do it! your like what? six!
m. riza: -pulls out dart gun from back pocket- shut up! POW
m. roy: (a dart hits his forehead) you...you...fathead! -starts to tear up-
m. riza: bean head!
m. roy: yo-you know what? I wish you would go back from where you came from!
m. riza: maybe I- hey! um where did I come from?
m. roy: from outside that door of course! -pulls dart off-
m. hughes: -jumps out of a pile of toys- hey were did we come from?
m. roy: uh were from uhhhhh...Miya?
m. scheska: sigh -closes book- well we are from..uh...that's interesting..uh I really don't know where we're from. Never really crossed my mind
m. hughes: if she doesn't know then..
St Bloch: -opens door- I brought some snacks -holds up tray-
m. roy: yum!
(all grab a cookie from the tray)
m. riza: hey uncle Bloch where did we come from?
St Bloch: from your house
m. hughes: noooo she means where did we really come from
St Bloch: uh...wow... how old are you guys?
m. roy: I'm the oldest and I'm eight! I guess the rest are about six or seven
St Bloch: well I guess your old enough to know...you know along time ago you were babies
m. fury: really?
St Bloch: and babies come from...
(Bloch tells them everything)
m. armstrong: -mini muscles start to deflate-
m. riza: -crying-
m. roy: -runs into wall-
m. hughes: ..I will..never...hug my parents again
m. falman:...
m. fury: -cries- they told me I came from a stork! They lied to me!
m. shceska: ...its a lie!
St Bloch: no its true
m. shceska: -starts to rip up pages in her book- lies! lies! lies! Your all lying!
St. Bloch: -looks around- maybe I shouldn't have told them that
m. shceska: -eye's are teared up- so un-uncle Bloch have you done that before?
St. Bloch?
m. shceska: the nasty!
St. Bloch: uhhh...
m. shceska: so you have!
St. Bloch: -walks up to Miya- its ok
m. shceska: dont touch me! Your nasty! Your unclean! -runs-
St. Bloch: -sweat drop- I hope Lieutenant Ross doesn't see this
Lt. Ross: see wha- -looks around the room- -glare- what did you do?
St. Bloch: uhh I didn't do anything!...except
Lt. Ross: except what?
St. Bloch: I might have told them something
Lt. Ross: what?
m. shceska: I bet you did that too auntie Ross! you both are so unclean -rubs arms-
Lt. Ross: wha? -looks at Bloch-
m. shceska: the nasty! You both did it! Babies!
Lt. Ross: YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?
m. shceska: yeah! Uncle Bloch told us! How could this be?
Lt. Ross: you didnt...-looks at Bloch-
St Bloch: uhh maybe
Lt. Ross: Bloch! You are going to get us fired! Man why do you have to be such an ass?
m. shceska: why do you both have to be asses?
Lt. Ross: gasp!Dont say that Miya! That's a naughty word!
m. scheska: why should I! You've done worst! Maybe even said worst!
Lt. Ross: your explaining everything to there parents
St. Bloch: what? No way!
Lt. Ross: this is your problem not mine
St Bloch: waaaaa! I'm going to die!
