"I Have Chocolate"

[Misty's car pulls into the Greenleaf driveway. She gets out and approaches the door. On the door is a sign that says "GO AWAY, FOOL".]

Misty:

CRUNKAY!

Crunk (V.O):

GO AWAY! I don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!

Misty:

What about friends?

Crunk (V.O):

[considers this for a moment] Nope.

Misty:

I have chocolate.

Crunk:

[opens door] Allo Misty! Great to see ya! Come on in.

Misty:

[stuffs a chocolate bar in her hand] There you go.

Crunk:

Thank ye.

Misty:

So how be you?

Crunk:

I be good.

Misty:

Good. [silence] This party… I'm invited, right?

Crunk:

…will you buy me prezzies?

Misty:

Yesh.

Crunk:

'Course yer invited.

Josh:

[knocks on door] Mrs. G!! Open up!!

Crunk:

[whispers] It's Josh. I'm not at home. I've got to get away from all these… these… these psychos! Can't I have a few moments to myself? Is that too much to ask?? I want to see the perty beaches again! And then I want to find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book without children reading over my shoulder.

Misty:

You're going through with yer plan then?

Crunk:

Yeah, yeah. All the arrangements are made.

Misty:

Amber suspects.

Crunk:

'Course she does. She's a smart girl. She's Amber!

Misty:

You will tell her, won't you?

Crunk:
Yes, yes.

Misty:

Yer her mum-thing.

Crunk:

I know, I know. She'd probably come with me if I asked her. I think in her heart, Amber's still in love with Crunksville. The schools, the stores… the river. [sighs] I feel so… bleh. Like… thin.

Misty:

You're a stick, damn you. Eat something.

Crunk:

No, not like that… like… butter scraped over too much bread. All… funky and indescribable.

Misty:

CoughcoughPMScoughcough

Crunk:

Shut up. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't think I'll come back. In fact I mean not to.