The Naughty Boy and Girl

A House in Their Hands

Samantha: They just left. Just like that.

Bob: What, you wanted us to sing Kumbaya before they left?

Samantha: I'm not talking to you!

Bob: (Mimicking her) I'm not talking to you.

Samantha: (Rolls eyes) Whatever. I'm going to watch some television.

Samantha headed over to the TV room and made herself comfortable while changing channels, trying to figure out what she could watch. As she was doing that, Bob got all the non-perishable foods and stashed them under his bed. Bob set up recorders in Samantha's room so that he'd hear everything she talked about when she was on a call in her room. When he was done, he placed his mother's cards on his dressing table and decided to disturb Samantha as she watched TV.

Bob went to the TV room and stood in front of the TV, obstructing Samantha.

Samantha: Bob, what the hell!?

Bob: Oh, I'm sorry. Were you watching?

Samantha: You know very well that I'm watching. What do you want? You just want to be wherever I am.

Bob: Actually, this is my place. So, I'm going to be wherever I want to be and do whatever I want to do. A--And right now, I want to watch some TV. Come on, give me the remote.

Samantha: Hell no.

Bob then rushed and grabbed the remote from Samantha. Samantha stood up and grabbed it back. Bob and Samantha engaged in a fierce tug-of-war over the TV remote, which ended with the remote flying out of their hands and crashing into the TV screen, leaving a shattered display and rendering it unusable.

Bob: Look what you did, Sam!

Samantha: Me? Don't blame this on me, young man.

Bob: You're the one who started tripping, and you broke the TV.

Samantha: Oh my gosh, you are so irritating! I can't stand you!

Bob: Then leave!

Samantha: Oh, I'm leaving. I'm going to go get a quick snack to eat.

Bob: Ha! Good luck with that.

Samantha stormed off to the kitchen in frustration, determined to find something to eat without having to cook. She rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, growing increasingly annoyed by the lack of readily available food. Her anger reached a boiling point, and she screamed Bob's name.

Samantha: Bob!

Bob: What!

Samantha: Bob Blaze, can you come over here right now!

Bob: (Walks to the kitchen) I thought you didn't want me following you.

Samantha: Where is it?

Bob: Wh-where's what? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Samantha: Where is all the food!

Bob: It's right over there in the drawers. You just have to cook it. Oh, and while you cook it, please do include my share.

Samantha's frustration escalated, and in a fit of rage, she grabbed a plate and hurled it at Bob's head. The plate shattered upon impact, sending fragments flying in all directions.

Bob: What the hell is wrong with you, Sam? You could've killed me with that thing.

Samantha: Next, I will throw a glass at your head. You're really putting me in a bad mood!