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“Tell me one more time.”
Steven sighed, agitated.
“Ok, we put on our gear.”
“Right.”
“Then we get out the newspaper.”
“Right.”
“Then we--” Steven was interrupted by a shout.
“Hey! What are you doing in here?”
An usher with a broom had entered the theater, and had a mean look on his face.
“What theater are you supposed to be in? Where are you tickets?”
Steven and the friend with the beard were surprised, but they regained themselves.
“Is this theater 9?” Steven asked.
“We want to see March of Penguins. When does it start?” The friend with the beard played along.
“It’s in theater 9, across the hall.”
The boys left, accompanied by the usher.
“What’s in those bags?”
“Uh, nothing.”
“Let me see.”
The usher grabbed a bag, up ended it, and examined the contents.
“Come with me,” he said sternly, and motioned for a security guard.
THE END
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“Tell me one more time.”
Steven sighed, agitated.
“Ok, we put on our gear.”
“Right.”
“Then we get out the newspaper.”
“Right.”
“Then we--” Steven was interrupted by a shout.
“Hey! What are you doing in here?”
An usher with a broom had entered the theater, and had a mean look on his face.
“What theater are you supposed to be in? Where are you tickets?”
Steven and the friend with the beard were surprised, but they regained themselves.
“Is this theater 9?” Steven asked.
“We want to see March of Penguins. When does it start?” The friend with the beard played along.
“It’s in theater 9, across the hall.”
The boys left, accompanied by the usher.
“What’s in those bags?”
“Uh, nothing.”
“Let me see.”
The usher grabbed a bag, up ended it, and examined the contents.
“Come with me,” he said sternly, and motioned for a security guard.
THE END
Feel free to add onto this or any other pages. This is the ISB, afterall.