CHARACTERS
Old man
Son
Mother
Father
Son friend

* curtain opens on 2 boys one holding ball one with a bat.*

Son friend: Alright man after this last ball i gotta go home for supper
son: shut up and toss princess
* boy tips ball gently enough so it hits ground and rolls off stage right *
Friend: It rolled in old mans yard
Son: go get it
* friend runs after ball and yells off stage *
Friend: doesnt look like old man is here how bout we get revenge for all those balls he has taken from us
Son: what are you thinking?
Friend: I am gonna throw the ball through his front window so that it shatters and we will just say you hit it too hard
Son: just like you to put all the blame on me
friend (still off stage ): shut up and see if anybody is looking.
Son: Your all clear
*glass shatters freind runs out from curtain laughing *
Friend: dinner time see you tomorrow
Son: alright man
* curtain closes and crew puts table and 3 chairs on stage and rolls on a window *
*curtian opens on father mother and son sitting at table*
Father: Son do you know anything about the ball breaking old man's window ?
Mother: tell the truth we wont be mad
Son: me and friend were playing base ball and it hit the ball too hard and it broke the window
Father: I know this guy just moved in but you gotta repay him
Son: what do you need me to do
father : i have already talked to him and your gonna start doing jobs around his house monday
Son: but da-
father: i wasnt asking
son: fine
* curtain closes crew takes off chairs and table*
*curtain opens on old man and son*
old man : lets start here in the basement
* friend walks in *
son: bout time you got here
freind: well if your gonna act like that * turns around and starts walking*
Son(with smile on his face): come on dufus
oldman: stop clowning around and start dusting boys and dont mess with anything.
* they start dusting*
friend: is it just me or does that box over there look likes it needs to be opened.
son: don't even joke around we gotta finish cleaning
friend: one peek chicken
son: fine open it
* friend opens chest*
friend: there is a picture, a couple of pictures 3 pictures to be exact
son; of what ?
friend: boys most look around our age
son: put them back i dont even wanna know
freind: theres names on the back joey,matthew,chase
son: his sons ?
freind: i dont know but i am putting them back all i know is if this guy comes down here and ties us to a race car bed im am gonna scream like crazy
son: what ever get back to dusting
* a couple minutes later *
friend: looks like we are done
son: ok lets go tell the guy we are done
* they walk off only to walk around to stage right they enter back with the old man *
old man: since you boys did such a great job in the basement its attic time even you cheese heads know the deal don't touch anything and don't stop dusting
friend: sir yes sir
*old man exits stage right*
* they dust then the son trips over a box*
friend: alright i guess these one has to be opened too
son: dude dont
friend: too late
* the box is full of clothes friend laughs and slips on a jacket son joins in the fun and puts on a hat and friend stares at hat and his eyes get big *
son: got a problem dork
friend; that hat .... that picture that guy joey was wearing that same hat in his picture
* son throws hat on ground*
friend: this jacket matthew was wearing it in his picture also ...
son: i dont like this
friend shut up and finish dusting we didnt see anything
* they put cloths back in box and slid it off stage*
* they dust silently*
friend: lets go tell old man we are done
friend ( yells off stage right) we are done old man
* old man enters *
oldman: looks like you did a good job but son you dont have to come back tomorrow since i know the truth about the broken window.
friend: are you mad
oldman: no but you have to do extra work tomorrow
* old man walks off*
friend: dude wait for me out side tomorrow around 6 i should be done then
son: alright
* both walk off *
* son enters stage left*
son: im a bit early looks like there is a light in the basement
* crouches and looks down off stage right*
son: there is freind and i see the old man walking down the stairs what is that is his hand oh my gooooo *starts yelling frantically* Freind hes got a hes got a * he starts banging hand off stage*
*son screams and runs in other direction off stage left*
* old man enters off stage right with a hack saw in his hand and blood around his mouth*
*curtain closes crew puts table and chairs back on and rolls back window *
*Son runs in off stage right*
son: mom dad friend he he .....
father: clam down son and tell me what happened.
son: freind the old man he he cut his throat
father: who's throat
son: friend's
mother: go to your room *points off stage left*
mother : father do you rember when son told us his friend fell off that hill
father: and we called the police
mother: and we got made a fool of it could be another lie
father: he seemed scared this time though truly afraid
mother: thats what you said last time
father: i will talk to him in his room
* son enters off stage as mother leaves*
father: son i do not like that you lied
son: bu
father: hush i want you to sit at the table and do your home work and not another word from you
son: fine...
father: me and mother are going to freind's mothers house to check if he is there you stay here and you had better not move until we get back
son: yes sir
* mother enters kisses son and walks off stage right with father*
* knock on window old man is standing there smiling with blood around his mouth son screams and lights die down *