Scene: Mussolini�s House
Characters: Mussolini (M), Osama Hippie Squirrel (OHS), Saddam Hippie Squirrel (SHS), Dubya (D), Hitler (H), Japanese Emperor�s Translators voice (JETV), Radio ( R), and Delivery Boy/Mob (DB)
*All except Hitler are laughing and having fun cause Hitler hasn�t arrived*
M: Who wants to play truth or dare!?
OHS: *Excitedly* WE DO! WE DO! Saddam and I that is.
D: Oh I have a rumbly in my tumbly. Can I go make some popcorn?
M: Sure Dubya! Go crazy. But make sure you pick up after your self. I don�t want another smoothie type mess� Hear me!?
D: Yep! *Runs into the kitchen all crazily happy and what not. Yells from the kitchen.* Who wants popcorn? Cause I�m making plenty!
M: Just shut up and make the popcorn! We are busy playing truth or dare!
D: *Saddened* Alright�but does anyone want any popcorn? Cause like I said I am making lots and lots of it!
*Silence*
D: I�ll take the silence as a no. Or as a yes. It depends really.
*Ding-Dong*
M: *Girlishly excited* Oh that must be Hitler! I�ll go get the door! *Rushes on over to the door leaving Osama and Saddam all alone*
OHS: Truth or dare Saddam? Go one don�t be shy. Pick one.
SHS: Jeeze give me time to breath. Oh well I don�t know... *Mussolini walks into the doorway* I�ll take dare!!
OHS: Oh, madman! Ok I dare you to run around Mussolini�s house naked!
*Now Mussolini walks into the room*
M: Oh no! No one is running around my house all naked. Am I understood?
SHS: Yes I understand.
M: OSAMA!?
OHS: Yes, yes, yes I understand! But we were just-
M: *Interrupts* No! NO BUTS! *Happily* Well Hitler has arrived.
H: I�m going to need some help with my bags�
M: Oh no problem! Osama, Saddam!! Hup Hup! *Clap clap*
SHS: Ok we�ll be right back.
*Osama and Saddam bring in bags set them on the floor of the new guestroom and then trot on back to the living room*
OHS: Hitler!! Yay now the party can really start.
H: How�s it cracking?
*Osama and Saddam huddle together and whisper*
SHS: What is he talking about?
OHS: I�m not sure, but I bet it�s a secret code of some sorts! Maybe he wants us dead!
SHS: Yeah most likely�you know Hitler.
OHS: I do! But you think he wants us dead? That madman!
SHS: No that it�s some kind of secret code.
OHS: Ohhh alright and break *Both Clap*
H: What are you two talking about?
OHS: Nothing. What are you talking about?
H: *Confused* Um nothing�
SHS: Then there�s no reason for this questioning now is there.
H: I guess not�
D: *Rushes in* I�ve got the popcorn! *Very excited* Who wants some?
M: What took so long?
D: *Embarrassed* I got lost okay!? Is that alright the great Mussolini?
M: I guess but don�t let it happen again�
*Dubya runs over into the corner rapidly eating his popcorn*
M: Well I think Dubya needs some help�but I am busy, so maybe later.
H: I brought my poker cards! Do you guys want to play?
All: *Hill-Billy Like* Darn tootin� we wan� play!
*Hitler deals. Then picks up his cards and starts to cry*
D: Relax it�s just a game, every now and then you get dealt a bad hand. Maybe the next hand you will do better. No need to cry
H: *In agony* EVA!!
OHS: Why did he just yell Eva? In agony?
H: Eva and me used to play poker and I used to LOSE! *Cries more*
SHS: I�m lost why is he crying about Eva? He lost her like three years ago�
M: He just looked at a picture of her.
H: How do you know? I didn�t tell you�are you spying on me? *Gasp* YOU ARE!
M: Um no�I�m just magical like that!
OHS: Ok that magical thing was weird� But I�m going to go order Spaghetti from �Spaghetti Express�!
M: Spaghetti!? *Forgets Hitler�s problems* You best order me some or your going to get hurt. Like a squirrel crossing a high way.
OHS: *Is frightened* Well okay you will get some!
*Osama and Mussolini run over to the phone all excited*
M: Who wants spaghetti? Oh who cares, I�ll order every one a plate.
*Hear crunching and yum noises*
H: *Hitler looks to the corner and sees Dubya. He walks over* Hey Ya Dubya!
D: *Yells* It�s mine back off or I�ll bite you! *Hisses*
H: *Walks away frightened* Ok, ok I�ll just go over here!
SHS: *Walks over to comfort Hitler* What happened with Eva Hitler?
H: Oh I don�t know one thing led to another and another thing led to another thing and before I knew she hated me.
SHS: I�m so sorry. I wish-
M: *Interrupts* Hey guys want to go threaten small countries that we are going to bomb them?
H: Do we ever! *Forgets his troubles*
*All run over to the phone*
M: *Dials numbers* It�s ringing! It�s ringing! *Laugh* Shh! Shhh! Shh! Hello Japan *Bursts out laughing then to himself* Ok ok calm down. *Boldly* This is the President of the United States!
*Every one laughs hysterically*
JETV: Hello! I am the Japanese Emperors Translator. What can I help you with?
M: We are going to bomb you tomorrow! I sure hope you don�t bomb us!
*We hear Japanese yelling and something about Pearl Harbor. Every one bursts out laughing again and Mussolini hangs up. Hours later*
H: I wonder how Stalin is doing on the whole �World War� thing.
D: Lets turn on the radio for some jams! And maybe a random but fun news bulletin!
R: We interrupt your jams for this news bulletin! The World War rages on as Joseph �Joe� Stalin kills every one in his path and conquers every country that he possibly can. Including Canada! And this just in! The Japanese have just bomb the US�s Pearl Harbor. And now back to your jams. *Jams come on*
M: *Nervous laugh* Umm lets turn off the radio it�s a real bummer! *Turns off radio* Well um lets�
*Gets interrupted by the �Ding-Dong� of the door bell*
M: *Mumbles* Phew saved by the bell. *Yells* I�ll get it!
DB: I�ve got five spaghetti dinners here.
M: Ah why thank you *Starts to close door*
DB: AHEM!
M: What do you want!?
DB: My pay!
M: Oh right�your pay�I�ll go get it�*Shuts door*
*We hear the door lock and wood being nailed up*
DB: I knew I should�ve gone to college! BUT NO! I wanted to deliver spaghetti! *Mumbles as he leaves* Aw man this is going to come out of my pay! *Walks away*
M: Ha Ha Ha! Nothing tastes better than free spaghetti! Now who wants some free spaghetti!?
*Every one (Not at once) say �I DO!�. All sit at table and �dig in�*
M: Spaghetti! Yummy! I love me some spaghetti! *Sings �Spaghetti Song�*
*Every one looks at him*
D: Ok Mussolini� Yay spaghetti.
M: Do you want me to sing it again?
D: NO! I mean no that�s alright we herd once that�s good for us all.
OHS: YES! I want to hear it again cause it was so amazing!
M: Ok later I�ll sing it to you �The Squirrels�!
SHS: *Cries* WHY!? Why did you remind me! I�m just going to go to Portugal and DIE!
M: NO! I�m sorry! Stay! WE LOVE YOU!
SHS: Ok I feel so loved. *Is happy*
*Ding-Dong*
M: Dubya you get it I�m to scared to. *Curls into a ball and sucks his thumb*
D: Ok I will. *Looks through the peep hole screams girlishly* It�s a mob of delivery boys!
M: *Runs up to the door and sticks the money out the mail slot* Here! Here it is! Take it! Take it all!
DB: Ha and I wanted to go to college! Why? When I could strike fear into people as a delivery boy *Laughs evilly*�
M: Phew they are gone! *Sigh of relief* Where�s Hitler?
H: I�m over here!
*Every one looks around but no one sees him*
H: By the radio! Jeeze people Jeeze!
M: Oh there he is! *Points* I have a plan! *Pauses and some one clears their throat* On how to get you and Eva back together! *All �Oh�* Also a plan to get your groove back! A plan to turn Saddam and Osama back to humans, and how to get Saddam, Osama, and Dubya, back to the future!
ALL: YAY!!
*They par-tayed deep into the night and then fall asleep real late*
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