HAZEL: Where are we going Belle? BELLE: Oh, just around the corner. HAZEL: Close to were I live? BELLE: Uhhhhh……. yeah. CORY: Loony, I bet you 5 bucks’ mom is planning this. LUNA: No thanks Cornelius. JACK: Wow. You two are finally kind to each other. LAURA: Yeah. AMY: Belle, is it here? BELE: Yes. HAZEL: Belle. BELLE: Yes…...? HAZEL: Don’t tell me its mom planning this. BELLE: What would happen if I said yes…? HAZEL: I’ll kill mom. BELLE: Uhhhhhh. Well…… I’m sure you won’t-,………. yes. It’s Mrs. Smith. Your mom. HAZEL: I’ll get her this time! BELLE: Oh, Hazel. Please don’t get mad. LAURA: And……………she’s knocking. MRS. SMITH: Oh, hi girls! And boys. HAZEL: Mom…………. MRS. SMITH: Oh, Hazel. What are you doing here? HAZEL: Mom why are you giving out money?! MRS. SMITH: Oh, Hazel! I didn’t tell you! I won the lottery! But I won’t use all that money by myself. CORY: Oh, congratulations Mrs. Smith! If you don’t mind asking, how much did you win? Because giving out $3000…………… MRS. SMITH: Oh, $10000 CORY: Wow. MRS. SMITH: Well, it was unexpectedly…………So you guys will host the party? HAZEL: How did you know, Mom? MRS. SMITH: Well Hazel, first, you asked why I was giving out money. I mean, you would obviously want to if you knew. Secondly, dear Belle saw the flyer and came to ask me if you guys could do it! This was very great news! You know how I love party’s Hazel, and Christmas! Christmas and parties, they just match! And thanks, dear Belle. BELLE: Awwww, you’re welcome Mrs. Smith! MRS. SMITH: Belle, and for all you guys too, except Hazel. You can call me Susan. Or Susy. No need for that Mrs.! HAZEL: Don’t worry mom, I would’ve just stuck with mom. AMY: Ok Mrs. Smith! I mean, Susan. Susy. Or Susan. Wait, Mrs. Smith, I mean Susan. Wait. What? Uhhh, Hazel’s MOM, do you prefer Susy? Or Susan? MRS. SMITH: Susy is good dear. AMY: Ok Susy! Thanks Mrs. Smith! I mean, Mrs.- JACK: Well then Susy, thanks for the offer! We’ll start planning right away! MRS. SMITH: Oh! But dear Belle told me you already started planning! Why not come inside and sit around the fire with a bit of hot cocoa? HAZEL: Oh, mom. No. We need to start wor- AMY: Thanks Susy! MRS. SMITH: Oh, you’re welcome, dears. Enter, enter. Hazel, go show them the fire while I start on the cocoa. HAZEL: Ok mom. MRS. SMITH: Thanks Haze. HAZEL: Mom! I have told you a MILLION times to stop calling me Haze! MRS. SMITH: Sorry dear. (far away) BELLE: Oh Hazel, I wish my mom could call me that. Haze. Like Taylor Swift’s song. Lavender Haze. “I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me” LAURA: “Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say” (Don’t sing it, the song will be put) BELLE: “No deal, the 1950s- “ (Don’t sing it, the song will be put) JACK: Belle, Laura. Even if you like Taylor Swift, it doesn’t mean that EVERYONE loves her. BELLE: Oh, ok. LAURA: Sorry, Jack. MRS. SMITH: Here’s the hot cocoa! AMY: Oooooo, wow Susy! With marshmallows and everything! MRS. SMITH: Well, Hazel always tells me my specialty is hot cocoa. Don’t you do Hazel? HAZEL: Yes mom. Finished! CORY: What???? How do you drink so fast? HAZEL: I don’t know MRS. SMITH: Guys, so can you tell me what you have already planned? AMY: Sure Susy!
