A SHORT SKIT BETWEEN THE PEVENSIE CHILDREN
SUSAN: ow! Get that spider off! Get it off!
PETER: It's not on you, Susan. I'll squish it for you if you like.
LUCY: No! The poor thing…
(Picks it up)
He looks as if he's crying.
EDMUND: Since when did spiders become he's? How do you know it's a he?
LUCY: You sound like Eustace!
EDMUND: No I don't.
LUCY: Yes you do.
EDMUND: No I don't.
SUSAN: Stop fighting and flush it down the toilet!
LUCY: I want to keep Henry.
PETER: You named it?
EDMUND: Henry isn't nice. Give it a Latin name. It makes it sound more mysterious.
LUCY: You name it then genius.
EDMUND: Ugh! Just name it!
PETER: How about Dave?
SUSAN: This is so illogical! I'm going to my bedroom and don't you think of bringing it there!
EDMUND: We'll gift wrap it for you then.
(Peter and Lucy laughing)
SUSAN: Just shut up.
LUCY: What about Octave? It rhymes with Dave. And it means eight, with spiders having eight legs and all…
SUSAN: MOM!
MOTHER: For heavens sake children, just put it outside. I don't want any spiders in the house.
(Sad sighs from Lucy and Edmund while Susan smiles smugly)