Int. Kitchen - Morning
A young, chubby, freckle faced kid (MIKEY, 5) is sitting at the table with his older brother, FRANK (8) and Frank’s best friend, SETH (8). Frank and Seth are looking into a bowl of cereal, as if they are waiting for something to happen.
Frank: Poke it.
Seth: No, you poke it.
Frank: Why do I always have to poke it?
Seth: Because it’s your fucking cereal in your fucking house. I am a guest. It’s good manners.
Frank: Okay.
Frank is psyching himself up for it. He takes a deep breath.
Frank: Look at how it floats… Maybe we should get Mikey to do it. Mikey pokes everything.
Seth: Don’t be a pussy. Hurry up. I want to go watch America’s Best Dance Crew.
Frank hesitantly pokes the cereal. A white gloved hand comes out of the cereal and grabs Frank’s hand. He is too terrified to scream. Frank’s hair turns completely white and his eyes roll back into his head.
We hear the CACKLE from the cereal bowl. The colorful balls of cereal look like balloons. Then they ARE balloons. They float out of the bowl into the kitchen.
Pennywise the Clown (from the bowl): Down here, we all float…
Seth grabs at Frank, but it’s too late. Frank has been pulled into the cereal bowl and pulls Seth in with him.
Blood and milk are spattered about the kitchen. While Mikey stares into the cereal bowl, he lifts his finger and asks…
Mikey: Tony, where did they go?
Mikey’s Finger: How should I know? Call 911, you idiot.
The End.
(This is my attempt at a play in one sitting inspired by Dan’s Ferociously Awesome Tumblog.)
