Attack of the Dustbunnies
Setting: Pouncival is sitting on the old couch in his basement, which is very messy and dusty. Tugger is looking through the portable fridge near the corner of the room, and Matty has her head stuck under a couch cusion. Pouncival is just watching the television about seven feet in front of the couch on a stand, eating stale popcorn.
Matty: Pounce, this is gross!
Pouncival: Huh? What the hell are you doin’?
Tugger: +slams the fridge door+ This stuff is like ten years old! When are you--
Matty: Yuck!
Pouncival: Matty?!
Matty: You really should clean this out. You could get lost in here!
Pouncival: +pulls Matty’s tail and yanks her out+ Come on, The Fresh Prince is on!
Tugger: +stomps into the center of the room with a moldy sandwich+ This… is gross.
Matty: +plugs nose+ That’s just sick. You should see what’s under here…
Tugger: Uh, I think not.
Matty: Pouncival, I think it’s time you did some cleaning.
Pouncival: +gasps+ Matty, you can’t be serious.
Matty: Oh, but I am.
Pouncival: But guys--
Tugger: No, man, you better clean. Rotten bananas, curdled milk, moldy cheese--
Matty: --hard peels, mouse turds, crumbs of everything and a year’s supply of ABC gum.
Tugger: +sickened face+
Matty: So I say we clean!
Tugger: Yea—No! Not we!
Matty: Yes! Obviously Pouncie can’t do it on his own.
Tugger: Now just a minute, Matropolis Jean--
Pouncival: Guys! This is my place we’re talking about here!
Matty: But Pouncival! This-- +motions to moldy sandwich+ is disgusting.
Tugger: But Pouncival is right. This is his house, he should clean it on his own.
Matty: +scoldingly+ Tugger! What kind of friend are you?
Tugger: A smart one. +heads for the slightly-opened basement window+
Matty: Have a heart! What if Pouncie hurt himself cleaning all alone…? You’d feel awful.
Tugger: +sniffles+ Well…
Matty: Great! Let’s get started!
Pouncival: But Matty!
{Matty drags them into the center of the room again, and purposely hands them dusters and cloths muttering quietly “here’s your weapon” to each, while she has a scrub brush and spray bottle}
{After they are cleaning aroudn a bit, Pouncival grumpily pojed under the sofa and then leaps backwards}
Pouncival: Guys, come quick!
{Tugger and Matty immediately rush over}
Matty: +peering under the sofa+ Dude, what is that?
Tugger: Gross…
Pouncival: Dude… I hope that’s not something I ate.
Matty: +disgusted face+ I hope that’s not something anyone ate.
Tugger: Looks like something someone ate and then gave it back.
Matty: Tugger… That’s gross…
Tugger: Well jeez…
Pouncival: That’s gotta be the most digusting thing I’ve ever seen.
Matty: I’m goin’ in.
Pouncival & Tugger: [unison] What?
+Matty doesn’t reply, but is suddenly sucked under the couch, Tugger and Pouncival leap backwards+
Pouncival: Crispety, is that suppose to happen?!
Tugger: It is… Look, the line above you.
Pouncival: Huh? But… why? That’s not right. Matty gets sucked under the couch, what good is that?
Tugger: Well… It’s one of those things the writer never finished so she just made up shit.
Pouncival: That explains what we’re doing now, huh?
Tugger: Yeah. So what do we do?
Pouncival: I guess we just go back to watching TV.
Tugger: Good idea.
+both leap up on the couch and flip the TV back on while Matty is heard pounding the floor+
Matty: [muffled] Hey! Lemme outta here! You guys! This isn’t funny! Just wait till I get outta here…
