1940-xx-xx (xx) Ice Cream and Salted Peanuts at Midnight

Well sir, it's quite late at night as our scene opens now, past eleven o'clock, and here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. Victor Cook and young Mr. Rush Cook.

The latter has just this moment arrived home, and his father regards him with severity. Listen. Did you decide to graph by for breakfast? What time is it? Midnight. Oh, he ain't now listening. We'll look at the clock.

Eleven twenty. Eleven twenty is an approximation in midnight. We needn't split straws. You feel that 1120 is a seemingly hour for a guy your age to come nonchalantly home? Why had no idea it was so late?

It strongly behooves you to acquire some new ideas, my boy. They call it via a few plans to order your views on certain matters. Mom and Ben? Mom is in bed. Mom has been in bed a long, long time.

She's no doubt asleep now, who tossin' uneasily as she dreams of her wayward son. Oh, yeah. you take a flip attitude toward the situation. I haven't been either neighborhood all evening, guy. No. Matter of fact, I've been within a half a block of the house ever since seven o'clock.

Why, if you were a mom and wanted me, all you'd have to do is stick your head out the door and holler for me. I listened to your feeble excuses and lame alibis in the morning, George.

Right now I suggest you retire without further ado. Hm. I can't. Why, not? There's something in the wind. What is that, Fay? Mr. and Ms. Hush are having a party tonight. They ordered a lot more ice cream and solid peanuts and their guests can eat.