11:00 p.m.
Sketch: How Jimmy Lost His Shoes
"What are you doing?"
"Just let me see 'em for a minute."
"No."
"Come on."
"No. Stop it."
"Give them to me."
"No. STOP! They're mine!"
"Just let me see them."
"See? There."
"Ha....ha. Stop being such a pussy."
"I'm telling Mom."
"You better not."
"What'll you do?"
"You don't even want to know what I'll do."
"You ain't doin' nothin'. You're the pussy."
"Ha! You said it! You can't tell Mom!"
"Yes I can."
"You better not."
"Shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut up."
"Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup. Shut up shut up shut up you stink shut up stinky stinky stinky brotherrrrrrrrr."
"Shut up."
"You shut up. Stinky."
"You're stupid."
"So? You stink."
"Do not."
"Do toooooooooooooooo."
"Shut up."
"You first. Stinky."
"I hate you."
"Hate you more!"
"Gimme 'em."
"No."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because. Geez. Why you gotta be so stupid all the time?"
"I ain't stupid."
"Yuh huh."
"Whatever. Hey!"
"Got your shoes! Ha ha!"
"Give 'em back!"
"No."
"Come on. Give 'em to me. Pleeeaaase?"
"Nuh uh."
"Whatever. You still stink."
"Your shoes stink."
"Well why you want 'em so much?"
"Cuz Mom said not to walk barefoot and you're gonna be in tro-uh-uh-uh-ble."
"Give 'em to me!"
"Nope."
"Please?"
"No."
"Hey! Come back! I can't run! There's glass!"
"Ha ha. Slowpoke!"
"Ouch! Come onnnnnn. Wait for me."
"Fine."
"Gimme my shoes!"
"Nope. Can't catch 'em!"
"Stop! What're you doing?"
"Ha ha can't catch 'em slowpoooooooke."
"I hate you."
"What?"
"I hate you."
"I didn't hear you."
"I HATE YOU!!!"
"I got your shoes!"
"Please? Come on. It ain't funny."
"Yes it is."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is NOT!"
"Ha!"
"Stupid! Look what you did!"
"Oops."
"How'm I s'posed to get 'em down? STUPID! I'm gonna get in trouble and it's your fault and I'm tellin' Mom you called me a pussy. And YOU STINK!"
"I'm sorry. Hey. I'm real sorry. Come on. Don't tell Mom."
"She's gonna find out anyway because I don't have no shoes because you're stupid and you're gonna get grounded for being mean to me just wait."
"Come on, please? Please? I won't tell her about the lamp."
"Yes you will because you're mean and I hate you."
"I won't, I swear. Please? I don't wanna get grounded, come on."
"Fine, we're gonna be late anyway and she's gonna be mad."
"Okay, but you won't tell her?"
"Maybe."
"Please? I'll give you a dollar."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Pinky swear me."
"Fine. Pinky swear. Come on, we better get home."
"Okay, but walk slow. I think there's glass."
"What are you doing?"
"Just let me see 'em for a minute."
"No."
"Come on."
"No. Stop it."
"Give them to me."
"No. STOP! They're mine!"
"Just let me see them."
"See? There."
"Ha....ha. Stop being such a pussy."
"I'm telling Mom."
"You better not."
"What'll you do?"
"You don't even want to know what I'll do."
"You ain't doin' nothin'. You're the pussy."
"Ha! You said it! You can't tell Mom!"
"Yes I can."
"You better not."
"Shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut up."
"Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup. Shut up shut up shut up you stink shut up stinky stinky stinky brotherrrrrrrrr."
"Shut up."
"You shut up. Stinky."
"You're stupid."
"So? You stink."
"Do not."
"Do toooooooooooooooo."
"Shut up."
"You first. Stinky."
"I hate you."
"Hate you more!"
"Gimme 'em."
"No."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because. Geez. Why you gotta be so stupid all the time?"
"I ain't stupid."
"Yuh huh."
"Whatever. Hey!"
"Got your shoes! Ha ha!"
"Give 'em back!"
"No."
"Come on. Give 'em to me. Pleeeaaase?"
"Nuh uh."
"Whatever. You still stink."
"Your shoes stink."
"Well why you want 'em so much?"
"Cuz Mom said not to walk barefoot and you're gonna be in tro-uh-uh-uh-ble."
"Give 'em to me!"
"Nope."
"Please?"
"No."
"Hey! Come back! I can't run! There's glass!"
"Ha ha. Slowpoke!"
"Ouch! Come onnnnnn. Wait for me."
"Fine."
"Gimme my shoes!"
"Nope. Can't catch 'em!"
"Stop! What're you doing?"
"Ha ha can't catch 'em slowpoooooooke."
"I hate you."
"What?"
"I hate you."
"I didn't hear you."
"I HATE YOU!!!"
"I got your shoes!"
"Please? Come on. It ain't funny."
"Yes it is."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is NOT!"
"Ha!"
"Stupid! Look what you did!"
"Oops."
"How'm I s'posed to get 'em down? STUPID! I'm gonna get in trouble and it's your fault and I'm tellin' Mom you called me a pussy. And YOU STINK!"
"I'm sorry. Hey. I'm real sorry. Come on. Don't tell Mom."
"She's gonna find out anyway because I don't have no shoes because you're stupid and you're gonna get grounded for being mean to me just wait."
"Come on, please? Please? I won't tell her about the lamp."
"Yes you will because you're mean and I hate you."
"I won't, I swear. Please? I don't wanna get grounded, come on."
"Fine, we're gonna be late anyway and she's gonna be mad."
"Okay, but you won't tell her?"
"Maybe."
"Please? I'll give you a dollar."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Pinky swear me."
"Fine. Pinky swear. Come on, we better get home."
"Okay, but walk slow. I think there's glass."
