Scene 1:
Curtains open. On the stage is a white one-car garage. A truck is parked outside and a man is carrying boxes from the truck into the garage.
Man: Whew, that's the last of my stuff. I'm glad it all fit...I was starting to get worried! Now I'm off to enjoy five months in Sweden. I'm sure glad all of my stuff will be safe here in this secure garage!
Man gets into truck and drives off stage left.
After a few moments, a squirrel scurries to the middle of the stage from stage right. He pauses, sniffs the air, and then stands up on his hinds legs and looks around. He sits back down and a second squirrel approaches from stage right.
Squirrel 2: tktktktk. Is the coast clear?
Squirrel 1: Eep. Chkchkchkchkchk. Yep, he's gone. Did you see all those boxes he was carrying, Bushy? There's gotta be some good stuff in there. If there was only some way in.
Bushy: Are you blind, Pushy? There's a huge crack under the door. You could squeeze 10 squirrels through there! That guy was clearly only concerned about keeping people out.
Pushy: Let's go investigate!
Bushy: Whoa, not so fast. tktktk. He might be coming back. This is the eighth time we've had this conversation in the last 2 days. Let's wait for at least three days.
Pushy: Three? Since when could squirrels count? Do I look like I have a calendar? I'm tired of waiting, let's go now!
Bushy: OK, fine. Let's go!
The squirrels run through the crack under the door. Curtains drop. End of scene 1.
...To Be Continued...
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