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-Main Character (Peter Solone) - grumpy, wicked man with one of the worst sense of humor who later becomes kind-hearted.

-Narrator (omniscient narrator- unbiased; first person narrator)/His former friend

-Child 1 (George Knucklebottom) - ace boy who scores well in everything

-Child 2 (Delon Moore) - dirty boy who is always never clean

-Child 3 (James Kingsley) - rich boy born with a silver spoon

-Mailman (Henry Lain) - kind-hearted, jolly, young fellow who hates someone when they mess up his work time

-Cashier (Stuart Sebastian) - speaking directly without a lie at all times, he is a truthful person

Scene One

On a snowy December, the townspeople of Anne Arundel were joyfully trimming their trees and adorning their homes with festive lights. Carols bellowed through the city streets and an overall sense of folly and well being permeated through the town. Streetlights twinkled, and even the stars up above seemed to shower down on this tiny town with a heart as big as the world.

Meanwhile across town, Peter Solone sat cross-legged grumbling through a crossword puzzle that came in the daily mailer from last month. He had been stuck on number nine for nineteen minutes, and the whole thing made him furious. “Humbug” he said in his head as he etched out possibilities only to erase them when they did not fit. His brow furrowed. His tiny knit, yellow sweater was two sizes too small, and his glasses rested gingerly on his nose. He had army green sweatpants and matching brown slippers. This was his daily attire; crosswords were his daily activity. They were the only pastime that brought him a semblance of joy these days. He thought he had it...the word was on the tip of his tongue…...Just then, a huge, powdered snowball hit his front, bay window with a thwat. Peter sprung from his rocker and dashed (as much as a seventy-two year old curmudgeon can dash) to inspect the damage and determine the culprit.

Peter: (Roaring)  Who dare fling a snowball onto my window?

After one minute of peering through the frosted window, a blurry figure dashed through the soft snow with a low STOMP, STOMP, STOMP. With Peter’s green sweater, he wiped the foggy glass, and just at the nick of time was able to take a glimpse of a very frail boy with a crimson red, patched coat and humongous boots. The person had a tailored, white hat.

Peter: Come back here you boy who stole your own father’s shoes! (Peter scouled, as he pointed his wooden cane towards the child’s direction. Even though the boy did not hear the noise, he rushed as swift as a thunderbolt. He turned his head to the right with his mouth open wide, and since he tripped, his face landed on the ground with a soft thud. A man dressed in blue behind a postal service vehicle grabbed a bunch of snow and shaped it into a ball). 

Policeman: Sir, for the last time, I cannot help you with this ridiculous incident!!

Peter felt like a burning rod about to melt down into a puddle of iron ooze. His hands were trembling as if he turned into an ice cube.

Peter: (Outraged) I want my window back for the last time as well, and do not expect Homely Windows to give me one in a Christmas present free of charge!

At the end of town lived another boy with a silky, golden scarf carefully tightened around his neck, and he arrogantly wore a white shirt and pants. He was proud to be the son of a wealthy businessman, and was rude to his arch-enemies George Knucklebottom and Delon Moore. The boy’s name was James Kingsley. James loved to play with his companions at the park….especially for secret meetings.

Scene 2 (Flashback)

George: I have a huge test tomorrow. Papa says that if I score a 103 again, I can stay up ten minutes late. I am so excited!

Delon: I have not seen my Papa in about a month. He’s working a double shift at the coal mines, and Mama is super proud. She had to take on more work cleaning for Ms. Smitson, so we have been making our own dinners lately. I honestly forgot we even had a test tomorrow.

George: Watch Out! (He launched a wet snowball at Delon who dodged it. It smacked a young girl named Missy Jones on the back. The two boys peeled with laughter as they dashed into the woods.)

George: Woah! Did you see her expression?

Delon: Sure did- as white as snow!

Both of the boys laughed as they lay on the ground, and built the base of a snowman. Though they were from different slides of town- one living moderately and one scraping to get by, they had been close friends for as long as they could recall. The one thing they definitely had in common was their distaste for James Kingsley. Ever since he pulled that horrific prank on them in grade three, they despised him and his silver spoon. On that same day, James strolled through the park, as the sweet smell of pines was so pleasant he could almost taste it. A cool breeze ruffled his smooth, combed, blonde hair, and sent shivers down his spine. His mood changed, and he greeted George and Delon warmly.

James: Hello there, my companions!

George and Delon had their eyes wide open: had James actually been kind to them? Since the rich kid was so popular, he alerted a numerous number of town kids and they all battled in a snowball fight. Henry, the local mailman who everyone in Anne Arundel adored, joined in the excitement. As he strolled to the gathering, though, he peered over to the nearest house in the community and wrinkled his nose. His eyes glared as a fire burning for eternity. A shabby-looking one stood in front of him; green vines covered the ebony-black gate and the white columns at the entrance of the door. Six years ago, he had not fed himself properly and had holes in his jacket because of his break as a mailman. He had always thrown newspapers to the exact, same house, but no one ever reached for them. This slowed him down a bit on his journey to fifty-seven houses across the neighborhood, so everyone disliked him. Henry joined back into the postal service just two years ago, and regained his love; he swore that he would take revenge on the man with green outfits and a highly recognizable, grumpy attitude. Yes, it was Peter Solone “The Scrooge.”

Henry: You have been tormenting me for years!

He concealed himself behind his tiny truck, and reached to the ground for the soft, glistening snow. Henry rolled it into a ball and whoosh it went, as he flung it towards a window. He gasped when he observed none other than Delon hit hard on the ground with eyes wide. Had Delon spotted him? Would he be in jail for breaking someone else’s property? 

Scene 3 (Ending Scene)

Peter left the station with a scornful look, and he wondered when the world would become a better place. Just when he trotted along the sidewalk, a woman and her son avoided him.

Woman: Do not stand near that grumpy, old man!

Boy: Mommy, why doesn't everyone have Christmas spirit?

Just then, the chorus’s sound came in place just behind him. He didn't like the noise, but what the boy mentioned really hurt him; was it true? Had he been rude to others all day. He observed the joy on people’s faces, and somehow, his heart grew. He realized that he needed to change to make the world a better place; it was not others’ fault. There was a place in this town for him after all. He just had to show an act of kindness in his life.

Peter: (whispering) A fine Christmas day, a fine Christmas day, indeed. (He imminently began to ponder what his positive action should be.)
Lights dim.

2) The Eye of Illuminati

He woke up and remembered the dread yesterday. The steps that led to the second floor (where he was in his bedroom) creaked, and weird noises filled the air. A squelching sound and screaming that reminded him of yesterday was heard.

One day ago

Ben Earn Smith was trotting along the shopping stalls, and savored the smell of juicy fried chicken. Everyone in town knew him for an intelligent mind and amiable heart. Many passer byers tipped their hats, or waved to him. He wanted to purchase some chicken for her grandmother, as Ben read the banner that mentioned, 5 decades after 1900: Welcome to 1950! Mr. Smith thanked the man who gave him the chicken, and set off home. Rolling hills and the scent of maple wafted through the air as he strolled through the narrow streets that led to his home. He loved Britain, and it was wonderful to realize that Ben was doing something for grandmother. Just then, he heard a crunch of leaves. Stomp .Stomp. Stomp.

Ben Earn Smith: Who is there?

He looked round, but no one was there. Ben believed that he was just imagining sounds, and trotted back home. The man again heard the footsteps, and he realized there was a person behind him, grasping Ben’s scruffy, blonde, hair. He screamed and spirited away, but the man grasped his arm this time, and showed his glittering, shiny teeth.

Ben Earn Smith: Ahhhh!

That high-pitched, terrible scream rushed through the open window doors, and to his grandmother who was perusing her ancient novel.

Grandmother: What is it dear?

Ben woke up, sweat dripped from her face. His pillow was all wet, and his eyes as dark as the street lamps. When his grandmother closed the door, he let out a sigh of relief, and tried to sleep. Then, he heard a voice inside his head.

Anonymous: Opennnn thee lettteerr in your right pocket.

Terrified, Ben reached into his right pocket, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It read, 

“An anti-government group will go on for a loop

The weak may suffer, but the great will proceed

Your brain is like Shwoomp

But your will is excellent for a deed

Have you alone meet me at 2 o’ clock

For there is a fight with a rock”

Ben scrunched his eyebrow. This letter did not make sense, and especially “For there is a fight with a rock?” Also, there was no one’s name on the letter. His head was spinning like the carousel he used to ride with his father during childhood. Ben turned to inspect his clock, the long hand pointed to a few bars before eleven, and the short hand pointed almost to two. Ben gasped with surprise, and swiftly changed into his Nike sweatshirt and some denim jeans; he darted, and reached the door.

Ben Earn Smith: Come out wherever you are!

The sun shined on him, and surprisingly peered over to his watch.

Be Earn Smith: It is only five minutes past two, how can it be sunny?

Group of people: Surprise!

He was shocked to observe his grandmother, and some classmates from school hiding behind the bushes. One by one, they untangled themselves and got out.

Ben Earn Smith: Woah! You guys made my stomach do some flips.

They all had a hearty laugh, but there was still one secret still yet to unfold.

“What about the tall man who grabbed me by the hair when I was trotting down the alley; that was a really difficult prank to pull off, but you guys creeped me out!

Classmate: But..we did not do that. The frightening letter was the only prank we did.

Ben Earn Smith: Uh oh!