Roman & Julian

Scene One

    “I cannot take this anymore, those Mondays are so annoying!” exclaims Sam, pulling toilet paper out of the front hedge, “First it was potatoes in front of the front gate, now it’s toilet paper, next they're going to try and egg us.”

“And we're always stuck cleaning it up, we should just become garbage men if this continues,” jokes Greg.

“IF THOSE MONDAY'S PULL ONE MORE STUNT LIKE THIS I'M GOING BLOW!” Sam says angrily.

Greg giggles to himself and says, “As if, you're too much of a wimp to fight a Monday.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” replies Sam, annoyed, and punches Greg playfully in the arm.

    From across the street Abe and several other Mondays exit from the front gate. Abe spots Sam and Greg cleaning and arguing across the street and chuckles to himself. Apparently Abe chuckled a little too loudly and it caught Sam and Greg's attention. Both men turn their heads to across the street towards Abe. Sam and Greg shoot each other a look that said "Back me up?” the two begin to approach the Monday side of the street, stopping at the centerline. "HEY!" shouts Sam.

“Well, good morning dear neighbors,” Abe greets cheerily, clearly faking a smile. Sam glares back in response, Abe, faking a gasp with a hurt expression, says, “Are you biting your thumb at us,” gesturing to the other Monday servants behind him, “Sir?” he puts his hand over his heart.

Sam and Greg exchange a whispered conversation, “Yes. I am biting my thumb,” Sam agrees. “Oh, really?!” says Abe.

“You wanna go?!” Greg interjects.

Abe gets defensive, “Cash me ousside! Howbow dah?!”

A servant behind him taps him on the shoulder, “Abe, we’re already “ousside”.”

    Ben, coming back from downtown, sees and hears the quarrel about to begin. He begins to run towards the commotion.

Reaching Abe, he asks, “What is going on here?” putting his arm between the two groups and giving them all a glare.

Tim comes in from behind Sam and Greg. Seeing Ben so close to his cousins, he begins to get angry and grabs Ben away from them. “Get your hands off of them,” says Tim angrily, holding the front of Ben’s shirt in his hands. Ben puts his hands up in surrender and smiles sheepishly,

“I was only keeping the peace.”

“Peace?,” Tim scoffs, “I hate peace as much as I hate Mondays, and you! Let's go!”

“Go where?” Ben smirks, “Your place?” finishing with a sly wink.

With that remark, Tim punches Ben in the gut. Ben, kneels over on the ground trying to catch his breath.

    Hearing the commotion outside, Lord Cap looks out one of the front many windows.

He shouts to his wife, “What is all this commotion?! Lady, back me up!”

A similar situation unfolds within the Monday mansion. Both couples storm onto the street on either side of the fight unfolding in between. Spotting one another between the flailing arms. “Cap! Bet you won't fight me,” Lord Monday taunts, sticking out his tongue for added effect. Effectively angering Lord Cap, he charges towards Monday.

The wives, standing off to the side next to one another and give each other a knowing look. “Seriously? This again?!” the two communicate silently.

    Driving up Verona Drive, the Princess on her daily patrols with her bodyguards, encounter the feud. Recognizing the two groups, the Princess exits the car, bodyguards quick to follow behind.