This scene involves two siblings.
One sibling has borrowed the other sibling’s brand new trousers and they
have been damaged. But all is not as it seems…
Two characters. Siblings.
J is sitting reading. P enters, carrying a pair of trousers. They are angry.
P: What have you done?!
J ignores him.
P: I’m talking to you!
J: I’m reading.
P: Stop reading right now!
J reads for a little while longer, then sighs. They place a bookmark in the page and puts the book down. J
looks at P.
J: What?
P: You know what.
J: If I knew then I wouldn’t be asking, would I?
P: (Holding the trousers up) These.
J: Trousers.
P: My new trousers. My brand new, best, trousers.
J: Oh.
P: They’re ruined.
J: Aah, I can explain.
P: (crosses arms) Go ahead, I’m looking forward to hearing this.
J: Well you remember Sam’s birthday party…?
P: Yes. I couldn’t go because I was ill.
J: That’s right. And I wasn’t going to go without you.
P: But you did.
J: Yes, because Mum said it would be rude for both of us to miss it.
P: So?
J: So I got ready in a bit of a rush.
P: And?
J: And I couldn’t find my smart trousers.
P: So you took mine?
J: Borrowed.
P: And now they’re ruined.
P holds the trousers up. There’s a big hole in the knee.
J: I didn’t do it on purpose.
P: No one ruins a good pair of trousers on purpose!
J: He had a trampoline and five of us were jumping on it.
P: At the same time?
J: Yes.
P: It was lucky that no one was injured.
J: Yes. Anyway, my leg went through the side hole. And…
P: …rip.
J: Sorry.
P: Why didn’t you tell me?
J: I was afraid you’d be angry.
P: You were right!
J: So I just put them back in your room.
P: You never respect my things.
J: That’s not true.
P: What about my guitar?
J: I didn’t mean to drop it. It was an accident.
P: My best ink pen?
J: I just pressed a little too hard, that’s all. It was an accident.
P: My computer?
J: The cup was too full. I didn’t mean to spill it. It was an accident.
P: And now my best trousers are ruined.
J: I couldn’t help falling. It was…
P: …an accident. I know.
J: You could repair them.
P: (Holds the trousers against their legs) Really? Do you think so?
J: Oh dear.
P: What?
J: They’ve shrunk. They’re too short for you.
P looks down, puzzled.
P: That’s odd.
J: Perhaps it happened when they were washed?
P: Just a minute.
P looks at the inside of the waistband then starts laughing.
J: What?
P: These aren’t my trousers, they’re yours. Your name label is in them.
J: Oh no!
P: Bad luck.
J: But they were in your drawer!
P: They must have been put in the wrong drawer. By accident.
P hands the trousers to J and leaves.