Scene: A White House Window and A Playground
Characters: Babs (B), Dubya (D), Young Stalin (YS), Young Hitler (YH), Young Mussolini (YM), Marvin Stalin (MS). And Sailor Boy (SB).
*Lights come on Dubya and Babs watch through a glass window*
B: Who�s that? *Points to Young Hitler*
D: I don�t know lets watch and find out!
B: Fiiine! But this isn�t over *Glares at Dubya*
*Young Hitler and Young Mussolini are in the sand box and Young Stalin is on the monkey bars*
YS: *Climbs to the top of the monkey bars* I�m the almighty ruler of the universe! Bow down before me petty mortals! Or I will hurt you! With shock therapy and maybe I�ll throw sand in your eyes and so forth�*Then Young Stalin sings �Stalin the Great�*
YH: *Whispers to Young Mussolini* Look at Joe and his egocentric glow! Indespensful! We oughta knock him down! That�ll show him, Eh? He will be scared for life and grow up to be evil�that might not be so grand for us later. But I�m young and don�t think of the consequences.
YM: *Playing with his toys in the sand box for a little bit. Ponders and responds with a whisper that is all proper and what not* Yes, dear Chum, I share your views. On both the knocking down of that lad, and how we don�t think of the consequences. Because you know we really don�t. Lets take part in such a juvenile sport as pushing him down.
*Both run up to the monkey bar�s and both push Young Stalin off the monkey bar�s*
*Cloud of smoke appears as Young Stalin falls*
YS: *Emerging from the smoke on his knee�s. Drawn out in agony* NOOO�*Gasps for air and then continues* OOOO! I�ll seek my revenge! You�ll see foolish youngins! *Laughs manically. Sings �I�m gonna rule the World�*
*Marvin Stalin walks over to Young Stalin*
MS: Come now Joseph. *Lends out a helping hand*
YS: Ok father. *Sings �Ready to go�*
MS: Alright son, enough staling! *Drum roll. Does snappy finger thing* Now lets go home. Your mother is making tacos. You know how I love tacos! * Screams in pure unadulterated joy* TACOS!
*Follows Young Stalin talking to Marvin Stalin*
YS: Daddy the other kids pushed me down off the monkey bars and I got big scrapes on my hands and knees! And�and *Tears up and lets out a crying wale*
MS: *Picks up Young Stalin and puts Stalin�s head on his shoulder* There, there *Pats his back* son. We are having tacos. *Comforting, almost babyish voice* Remember the tacos? Hm?
YS: *Stops crying* TACOS? YAY!
*Cuts back to Young Hitler and Young Mussolini*
YH: Well that went pretty good, don�t you think?
YM: Why yes I think so dear comrade.
YH: Want to go play poker? I�ve got cards!
YM: Do I ever! *Pauses as he readies himself for poker* But you know how Joe is he�s probably going to do something crazy later�
YH: *Interested* Like what Bentino?
YM: DON�T USE MY REAL NAME! *Twitches* Call me Mussolini, it�s funner�and if you don�t. *Shakes Fist* Oh you�ll pay! *Glares* But to answer your question. We will never know till it happens, he�s crazy! Remember when he enslaved those kinder gardeners to build a life size replica of him self?
YH: Oh I sure do! He slept like a baby that night�
*Both have a good laugh. Young Hitler wins first round of poker and shouts*
YH: BOO-YAH!
YM: *Confused but plays on* Ok� I tell you. Your language is something else�like my mom�s cooking. *Drum roll. Bows* Thank you. Thank you *Points to something* Oh and thank you! *Points to Hitler and blows kisses to the play ground*
YH: *Crazed* LIKE WHAT!? What about my Language? Is it wrong to be new and inventive? IS IT?
YM: It�s unique and I like it!
YH: Oh, alrighty�
*A little boy comes up out of the dark shadows wearing a sailor costume*
SB: Hey can I play?
YH: Sure you can! You mysterious figure that came out of them there dark shadows.
SB: I�m Chuck and when I grow up I want to be a sailor who plays poker a lot.
YH: Sounds like some good ole poker playing fun!
YM: It sure does, doesn�t it?
SB: I think so! Cause what can be better than poker?
YH: Not much!
YM: *Butting in* I like to help people with things. You know Hitler if you ever lost your groove, to�lets say Stalin, well I would help get it back for you!
H: Aww how kind! And you know if I ever lost my groove you�d be the first to know�besides the people who witnessed it.
M: That�s all I expect in a situation like that!
*Scene ends with them playing cards and Sailor Boy telling them his dreams*
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