(Scene consists of a half Eskimo/half Muslim Fortune teller, who has gold rings completely covering both arms and a purple and green shawl. Ed, a local teen who's working in the ice cream parlor over the summer to make enough money to buy a full tank of gas, and a customer who's trying to figure out how the business works.)

(Fade In to Building in run down Off-Price center)

(Bell Rings)
Voice of Fortune Teller over intercom: Entarrr!
Customer: But I already entarred.
FT: Half-correct, you have entered into a little corridor, which leads to a dimly lit broom closet that has a hole in the wall, which connects to the ice cream/fortune telling booth.
(In ice cream parlor)
FT: So now that you accompany in the presence of the ice cream, what is your pleasure for the day that is present?
Customer: Why is it important that I accompany you with the ice cream?
FT: When I was a small Muslim growing up on the North Pole, the local Eskimos said it was important to make the ice and the cream together as one.
Customer: (hesitating) All right. I’ll just have the medium...
FT: Wait! Before you speak of your order, please give the privilege of fortune telling your ice cream. Let me look into my crystal.

(Long sheet of plywood covers ice cream while light fills the freezer from a light in the center of the plywood)

Customer: That’s an Ice cream freezer.

FT: Yes, most fortunetellers have crystal balls but I didn't have room to separate the fortune telling and ice cream.

Customer: So you use the ice cream to 'fortune tell' me?
FT: Oh, many apologies, I was just picking out the chips of chocolate.
ED! Feed this to the goats.
Ed: Yeah, whatever.
FT: So, let us see your flavor is either, vanilla, chocolate, or cherry. Right?
Customer: No
FT: Raspberry, mint, or fudge?
Customer: No
FT: Any of the other 25 flavors on this menu?
Customer: Yes
(Ed comes back in) FT: Then what flavor do you want?
Customer: Rocky Road.
FT: Oh, you’re a Jew from Maine, are you not?

Ed: I'm a Jew from Maine, originally.
FT: Well, Oy Vey to you. I be so sorry for your wait, kind sir.
Customer: I'll have the medium Rocky Road in a sugar cone.
FT: Sir, for just one of your dollars extra, I can tell you your future by connecting with the spirit of Pee Wee Herman.
Customer: What about Mohammed? Don't you believe in him?
FT: Yes, very much, but because he has 10-20 wives and a lot are in the need of his services, it is very hard for him to be everywhere at once. However, we are in a timeshare for him with the dry cleaners down the street, and the home depot two blocks from here. I wouldn’t of tried to get in the timeshare except for business has been going into the goat hole, that’s why I added the ice cream.

Customer, Ok, so when does Mohammed arrive?

FT: Not for another twelfth of the day, he’s probably sorting out disputes over slacks at the dry cleaners.

Ed: My Dad’s slacks are over at the dry cleaner’s.

FT: Here Ed, take this bucket of week old butterscotch to the goats as well.

Ed: Whatever.

FT: Oh, I see you are leaving Sir. (Yelling) Don’t touch the Lysol can, it activates our ‘security system’

(Distant Thud)

FT: Ed, go help him.

Ed: I’ve already cleaned up enough blood this summer.

(Fade out)