FIG NEWTONS

Reginald:  Mother!  Mother, mommy mommy mommy mommy!  (Dancing around in 	
ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ   circles.)

Mother:  What?!
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Reginald:  (Innocently)  Where are the fig newtons?
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Mother:  Your brother, Alberts got them!
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Reginald:  I have a brother named Albert?
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Mother:  Well yes.
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Reginald:  Albert!
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Herbert:  You called?
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Reginald:  Not you Herbert, I said Albert.  Albert!
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Herbert:  I just saw Albert running accross the lawn with a pack of fig 
ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ   newtons under his arm.  Oddest bloodies thing, Iıve ever seen.  

Reginald:  Outside...Newtons...AAAHHHH!  (Pulls out a butter knife.  
ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ   Runs out the door.)  Albert!!!

Herbert:  What?
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Reginald:  Not you Herbert!
ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ  (Reginald is chasing Albert.  Reginald throws the knife and it 
          hits Albert in the back of his upper left leg.  Reginald beats the 
          hell out of Albert.)

Reginald:  Where are the Fig Newtons?!
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Albert:  Theyıre in the tree.
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Reginald:  No there not.
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Albert:  Herbertıs got them, yeh, Herbert...heıs got them.
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Reginald:  (Goes inside finds Herbert.)  Youıve got the fig newtons!
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Herbert:  Last one.  (Eats it)
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