(door opens a crack and a scarf comes flying out)
Dan: Okay, I know I messed up. I promised I wouldn’t forget and I did. Please let me come in and explain it? (As he starts to pace around a little he notices the suitcases on the ground) You actually packed my stuff? Is this all of my stuff? It can’t be, there’s only two suitcases out here. So you don’t want me gone forever do ya! Just the weekend or something right? (He’s getting a little louder and more secure in his position now, he turns his back on the door to gloat a little) I knew you weren’t really that mad at me. You never could stay mad at me for long could you.
(door opens a crack again and a large suitcase gets pushed out, when door slams shut again man spins around back to door)
Dan: This is ridiculous…(he gets down on his hands and knees to try the doggie door as he says…) …you’re making such a big deal out of this. Honey I think if you just stop to think about it for a little while you’ll realize that you’re going to look pretty silly … (He can’t get the door open…still on his hands and knees – outraged) You boarded up Rusty’s door!!?? I can’t believe you!
Mrs. Foster: (walking by, out for a stroll in the neighborhood) Mr. Timms…having trouble with the door?
Dan: (he looks over his shoulder and see a neighbor lady passing by staring at him, but he doesn’t get up yet.) Good evening Mrs. Foster. It’s a beautiful night isn’t it? Good to see you up and about. (nervous chuckle)
Mrs. Foster: (very disapproving) it would be nice to see you up and about too Mr. Timms….
Dan: (get’s up quickly and brushes off he pants, chuckling nervously) Right. My key doesn’t seem to be working…
Ellen: (we hear her from behind the door) That’s because I changed the lock!
Mrs. Foster: (raising her voice to address Ellen) Oh, hello dear…
(we see two more people enter the scene, Mr. Foster and Tracy, they join Mrs. Foster by the door)
Ellen: (still through the door) Hello Mrs. Foster.
Mr. Foster: Hello Ellen, Mr. Timms…everything okay?
Mrs. Foster: It appears Dan is in a bit of a pickle.
Dan: No, no…everything’s fine…nothing we can’t work out…
Mr. Foster: Have you told her about the flowers?
Dan: The what?
Mr. Foster: Well, a nice young man like you standing outside his front door, holding a little bouquet of flowers…
Dan: little?
Tracy enters the scene and approaches Mr. Foster (dad)
Tracy: Hey dad, can I borrow the…(interrupting herself as she sees the flowers that Dan is holding) Were they out of roses?
Dan: What?
Tracy: Roses. Didn’t they have any?
Dan: I don’t know…I didn’t really…
Mr. Foster: Oh, I think the dandelions are okay…
Dan: Daisies…
Mrs. Foster: It’s a shame you couldn’t find any roses…
Tracy: What about chocolates? Did you get any of those?
Dan: No, I…
Tracy: When my messes up like this, he always brings home roses and chocolates, then he only has to sleep on the couch for a couple nights…
Dan: Nobody’s going to be sleeping on the couch..
Ellen: (from behind the door) Wanna bet!!
Tracy: I have a candy bar at home, I could go get it for you…
Dan: Oh, that’s okay…
Mr Foster: Sing something.
Dan: (getting more confused and frustrated by the minute) What?!
Mr. Foster: Sing something…something Italian, or maybe something by old blue eyes, that would be nice…
Dan: I don’t sing…
Mr. Foster: I think if a man’s going to get locked out of his house, he should at least sing something nice to get back in. In my day we called it a serenade.
Mrs. Foster: He sang like a bull frog, but I always thought it was so romantic…
Dan: That’s really sweet, but I don’t sing…
Tracy: I do…I got the lead in the spring musical last year…I could sing something for you and you could maybe recite a poem or something.
Mrs. Foster: Oh, that would be lovely…do you know “Blue moon”?
Dan: This is really nice of…of all of you, but I think I can handle this…
Mrs. Foster: Blue moon was my favorite.
Tracy: Maybe if I sing it, you could just recite the words after each line. We’ll do a kind of echo thing…
Dan: No, really – I think I just need to talk to Ellen alone, you guys are great but if you could just go…
(Tracy begins to warm up her voice with obnoxious vocal excersices)
Mr. Foster: We don’t mind helping Dan, we’ve all been in these kinds of situations, nothing to be embarrassed about…
Mrs. Foster: Besides, what are good neighbors for?
Dan: Borrowing a cup of sugar, helping with yard work…
Mr. Foster: …and fixing these little marital spats…now Tracy honey, let’s hear how your song is going and Mr. Foster, you could run home and get you guitar…
(Mr. and Mrs. Foster and Tracy all move a little off to the side as Dan moves closer to the door and leans his forehead on it. Mr. and Mrs. Foster and Tracy exit the scene, discussing possibilities)
Dan: Ellen honey, please let me in…I’m Sorry!!!!! Please!!!!
