Moving Cribs

Bree: Uh, Kat? Can I stay with you for a while?

Kat; Sure, how come?

Bree: Well basically my parents are moving in with my aunt until our house is built and I’m not staying with 6 little bratty boys.

Kat: I don’t blame you, sure you can stay with me, but I’m warning you now, Marc is home and he is a pain in the butt, if you know what I mean…

Bree: Sure, I can handle that flab of meat anytime!

[At Kat’s house that night]

Marc: Hey Bree-Bree.

Bree: Don’t call me that. Marc-E-Marc

Marc: Oh! That hurt [wails like a girl and laughs]

Bree: Marc, Just go home.

Marc: For the next few days this is home sweets.

Kat: Hey guys!

Marc; Hey Kitty Kat how are you. [puts arm around Bree and Kat] remember the first time I met you…the memories

Bree: that’s is, I’m not living here bye.

[At Dan and Abs Apartment]

Abs: I so love our new crib and look! I got us a blender!

Dan: [talks like a girl and waves his hand] Oh honey you shouldn’t have!

Abs: Very Pal.

Dan: New everything…Your little…[rubs his chin] little things coming in quiet nicely

Abs: Yeah? And your whole "Greasy, long hair" is…in

Dan: Is your cousin coming?

Abs: Soon Dan…very soon. I can’t wait to hear his songs he’s written for us.

[doorbell]

Dan: I got it, It’s the pizza dude, and you’re paying Abs.

Abs: I’m broke and I bought the blender.

Dan: I’m broke too. [opens door] Bree?

Abs: Bree? Is it Kat are you alright?

Bree: What? Can’t a girl drop buy a friends house to say hi?

Dan: What you want?

Bree: [walks in] ok, I need a place to stay.

Dan: Bree? We’re broke.. we can’t buy all that hunky junk you need.

Bree: Excuse me, but I am aware that I have MORE money than you do..

Abs: [winks at Dan] Mi casa es su casa!

Dan: Ok…but your buying the pizza.

[next day]

[Abs and Dan are sitting on the couch watching cartoons, eating cereal, in their boxers.]

Bree: [walks in] ew! ew! Put on some clothes

Abs: Girl, It ain’t nutin you haven’t already seen!

Dan: Uh…man I think she hasn’t.

Bree: [throws a towel at them] Dan is right….

Abs: My house and I want to be boxered.

Dan: Hey look [points to the T.V] its popie the sailor man! Toot! Toot! [laughs and spills cereal]

Bree: Dan? Don’t make a mess, clean it up.

Dan: Breeeeeee- Do I have to?

Abs: Bree? Don’t make him wine.

Bree: You two are slobs.

Abs: We’re men, duh!

Bree: I’m going to find a hotel or something. Maybe when Skeeter gets out of Jail…

Abs: Bree! Don’t stay…we’ll get jobs.

Dan: We?

Abs: I’ll put on a shirt….

Bree: Ok….And clean this dump up.