A BEACH TOWN WITHOUT THE SURF Chapter 9

EXT. “LORRIANE HOUSE IN WAGSTAFF”- THE NEXT MORNING

We hear the bird chirping to the morning.

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INT. “LORRIANE LIVING ROOM”- MORNING

We see Martha, Helen (with the letter in her hands), T.D., Alice, Truman, Carolina, Tiffany, Milo, and Skits with the kids on the couch and the dogs on the floor.

Helen L (reading the last words of the letter): I miss you all and hope to see you soon. Signed Timmy Turner.

Martha: Wow, Timmy made some new friends.

T.D.: And 2 of them are like my dad.

Martha: And 4 of them are talking dogs like me. I wonder if they eat alphabet soup to talk.

Helen L: I doubt it, Martha.

Truman: Yeah, remember when you try it on Skits?

Martha remembers what happened when they tried to give Skits alphabet soup.

Martha: Oh yeah.

T.D.: I'd like to meet their magic neighbors someday.

Helen: I'd like to meet his new babysitter's mother someday since she has the same name I have.

Milo: I'd like to meet the fish who has the same name I have.

Alice: Well, we'll all get to go to Sunlight Shores someday.

Tiffany: And maybe have a pool party at his place.

Carolina: I hope they'll have an in-ground 1.

T.D.: Maybe his dad will make him 1.

Martha: Or it might fall apart like the other things he made.

T.D.: Yeah, it might.

Truman: Well, how about we go to my house, my mom has our pool out.

Carolina: Okay, let's.

Alice: I better get my sunscreen.

Helen L: Just don't mistake orange dye this time.

Alice (giggles): Don't worry, I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

FADE BACK TO:

EXT. “LORRIANE HOUSE”- MORNING

We see the kids (in swimwear) and the dogs walking to Truman's house when suddenly...

Mean Female Voice: Hey, you twerps.

The voice came from Vicki. She was wearing her green t-shirt, this time with blue denim shorts and green sandals.

Vicki: What do you think you're doing?

Alice: Get out of here, Vicky, we don't have time for you.

Vicki: That's no way to treat your future sister-in-law.

Alice just gave Vicki a dirty look.

Carolina: Well, we got a letter from Timmy.

Vicki: And?

Tiffany: He has a new babysitter.

Martha: And she's not a wicked old witch like you.

Vicki: Watch who you're calling a witch, mutt.

Helen L: Forget her, Martha, she wouldn't know the difference between good and evil.

T.D.: Come on, let's get going to Truman's house.

They continued to Truman when Martha said something.

Martha (to the others): You guys go right ahead, Skits and I have something to do first. (to T.D.) However, T.D., we need your help on this.

T.D.: What's that?

Martha: Well, come closer and I'll whisper it to you.

T.D. came to Martha, kneed down, and the talking dog whispered something in T.D.'s ear.

T.D. (smiling): I like it.

Martha, Skits, and T.D. saw Vicki walking away when suddenly...

Martha (to Skits): Okay, Skits ready?

Skits barked.

Martha (to T.D.): You ready, T.D.?

T.D.: Sure am.

Martha: Okay then, (to Skits) Skits, on your mark, GO!!!

Martha and Skits ran towards and knocked her to the ground.

Vicki (angry): HEY!!

Helen L and the others saw what happened then T.D. ran to Vicki's feet, yakked her sandals off, and starting running laughing.

Vicki (angry): GIVE ME BACK MY SANDALS, YOU TWERP!!!

T.D.: You'll have to catch me first.

Vicki got up from the ground angry.

Vicki (angry): You're gonna get it, T.D.

She started to chase T.D. on the hot sidewalk barefoot.

Vicki: OUCH!! OH!! OW!! STUPID HOT SIDEWALK!!!

Then everybody in the neighborhood heard Vicki's screaming over the hot sidewalk and they all started laughing.

Daniel (laughing): Looks like Vicki invented a new dance.

Mariela: She should call it the sidewalk hot foot.

Jake L started laughing himself.

Daniel: Timmy would have love this.

T.D. then ran to Bob's owner's house and threw the sandals in the front yard as Vicki caught up with him panting.

T.D.: Hot enough for you?

Vicki (angry): That's not very funny, twerp.

She went to the yard to get her sandals, but there was a problem, Bob was there.

Bob: GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Vicky stared at the dog.

Vicky: Don't even think about it, mutt.

But then Bob just grabbed the sandals with mouth and ran under the front pouch.

Vicky: HEY, GIVE THOSE BACK!!

Then Bob's owner came outside.

Bob's owner: What's going on here?

Vicky: You flea bag has my sandals.

Bob's owner (to Bob, angry): Bob, give her back her sandals.

Bob wined and dropped the sandals.

Bob's owner (to Bob, angry): Bad dog.

Vicky: Plus 2 more bad dogs who ran me over and a bad twerp yanked them off my feet.

She got her sandals off the ground which had dog slobber on them.

Vicky: Ewwww! Dog drool.

And she then left the yard with the sandals in her hand and had to walk home barefoot on the hot sidewalk.

Vicky: OUCH! OUCH!! OUCH!!!