FADE IN:

INT. A KITCHEN - DAY

Patrick (Pat) staggers through the kitchen door, looking for breakfast. He rampages
through the fridge, grabs the milk, then goes looking for a spoon in the drawers.

PAT
(to himself)
Where’s my spoon... where’s... (to the living room)
Hey, Mom, where’s my spoon, I need, I need it for
my cereals. Mom?

MOM
(walks through the door)
What?! It’s 3PM in the afternoon, I don’t know
where YOUR spoon is!

Pat looks at his mom open mouthed, then decides not to push. After attempting to scoop
out the cereal with his large hand to no avail, he stumps his foot and walks into the
hallway.

PAT
(as he walks)
Tony! Have you seen my ... (opens his brother
Tony’s bedroom door) spoon?

Tony sits on his bed, watching TV, typing on his mobile phone, and cooking something
on his nightstand.

TONY
(mildly annoyed)
Hey, bro.

PAT
Don’t you “bro” me! What are you still doing in the
house?

TONY
What do you mean?

PAT
(charges in)
What about your job?

TONY
(continues typing on his mobile
phone)
 What job?

PAT
WHAT JOB!! The JOOOB I got you! (Decides it’s
not worth the trouble, sighs) It’s your life, bro, and
you live it. All I want to know is, have you seen my
spoon?

TONY
(snickers)
YOUR spoon? Which of them is YOUR spoon?

PAT
Don’t make this a thing, Tony, you know the spoon,
and I want it. (Walks towards his nightstand with
the burner) Or I will serve whatever this is to dear
old mom.

TONY
(looking serious)
Dude, you know not to drag mom into our lives, we
all depend on her. YOU especially. Now I haven’t
seen your precious spoon, nor do I need your crappy
old job. Could you get out, please? (A pause) And,
do knock next time you need to locate your own
stuff, thank you!

Tony dismisses Pat and goes back to his cooking and typing. Pat exits his brother’s room,
leaves the door open. Tony flips Pat, gets up and slams the door.

Back to the kitchen, Pat sees the dog, and the dog sees him.

PAT
(addresses the dog)
Did you take my spool, you mutt?

The mutt tilts its head and gives Pat a mocking grin.

Mom enters the kitchen again, coughs.

MOM
(Threateningly)
Don’t you touch that dog, Pat. She helps out in this
house more than you and Tony.

PAT
Yeh! (Indicating Tony’s room) That son of yours is
really living it up!
Mom mutters under her breath.

PAT
What did you say?

MOM
Now, I don’t want no disturbance in this house.

The mutt gets up and moves closer to Mom.

PAT
(sensing unity of the two)
Ohhh! I see how it is. You just want me gone, don’t
you, Ma!

Mom washes her dishes, not paying Pat more attention. The mutt looks at Pat mockingly.

PAT
(feeling awkward)
Well, that’s how it is. Ha! what a family.

EXT. AROUND THE HOUSE - DAY

Pat goes around the house looking for his missing spoon. He sees his neighbors, who
obviously force their greetings to him.

PAT
(cheerfully)
Hey, Jill! Hey, Carl! How’s the day treating ya?

CARL
Good, good, you?

PAT
Well, you know, doing chores around the house,
helping my mother.

JILL
How is Patty? We haven’t seen her in awhile.

Carl stiffens a little and subtly tightens his grip on his wife’s hand.

PAT
My mother’s doing great! Thank you for asking,
Jill! Say, we will have a cookout tomorrow, and you
all are invited!
 JILL
(taking Carl’s hint)
We, we don’t want to trouble your mother, we know
she’s going through a difficult time.

CARL
Yeh, yes, we really can’t go tomorrow, our kids
invited us for a party tonight, and you know we
have to keep an eye on them afterwards...

PAT
Oh, yeah, yeah, I can tell you, that is what you must
do. Oh, by the way, you don’t happen to chance
upon my spoon, do ya? ... It’s very distinct, there’s
a ...

CARL
No, Pat, we haven’t seen any spoon laying around.
Sorry, we have to go, it’s a long drive...

JILL
Yes, yes, say hi to Patty for us.

Carl and Jill hurries off. Pat looks at their retreating forms quizzically, then shakes his
head.

PAT
(to himself)
How do they know if they have seen my spoon or
not if they don’t even know what it looks like...
Silly people.

Pat walks back to his room, kicks out the mutt who was in the room and finds his spoon
under a pile of dog shit.

FADE OUT.

THE END