(General setting: Classroom; desks in a 5 column by 3 row arrangement. The class is in a humdrum with play ideas and questions. Two students, Adrianna and Renee are talking. Renee seems completely exasperated. The teacher stands at upper center stage telling everyone to settle down and get to work.)

Teacher: Alright class! That's enough, quiet down! Now! (Waits aggrivatedly for the class to get settled.) I'm going off to run copies of a worksheet for the other classes. Do your work! (Exits stage left.)

Renee: So do you have any ideas yet?

Adrianna: ...For, what?

Renee: The acts!

Adrianna: Oh, uh, no.

Renee: Well, you better get started! Or I'm gonna kick you.

Adrianna: I don't want to.

Renee: (Kick.)

Adrianna: I don't wa--

Renee: (Kick.)

Adrianna: I don--

Renee: (Kick!)

Adrianna: Ow! Fine, fine, fine! You win... (Rubs the kicked spot.) just don't do that again.

Renee: Good, then. (Turns to desk, begins to write.)

Adrianna: (Staring at a blank paper; suddenly looks up.) Let's go make a snowmannnn.

Renee: (Looks out the window.) With WHAT snow?

Adrianna: (Hesitates, rubbing the back of her neck ashamedly.) Fake... snow? (Suddenly perks up.) I want to make a snow angel!

Renee: (Gives a long sigh and shakes her head.)

Adrianna: (Grins down at the paper, scribbling some sort of picture furiously for a minute, then clumsily peels it off the desk and shows Renee.)

Renee: That is?

Adrianna: What my head is doing! (Demonstrates: tapping her feet quickly on the ground, and pretends to run into a wall and get pushed back.)

Renne: You're such a weirdo!

Adrianna: I don't have anything! (Whining)

Renee: Ugh!... Oh! How about: a kid goes to the circus and meets a mime in a box. It becomes the kid's mission to get the mime out.

Adrianna: That's a great idea. (Frowns) But it's never going to work.

Renee: It miiight. (Begins pantamiming a box or maze, something.)

Adrianna: Hahaha. Yeahh, no.-- Oh! What would a hospital patient think they lost?

Renee: What're they in for?

Adrianna: Anything.

Renee: Their finger!

Adrianna: No... That's--

Renee: Their dentures!

Adrianna: Yes!

Renee: Hahaha. Dog society. You remember?

(Enter teacher.)

Adrianna: Yes'm. (Gets up and improvises a snoody dog walking around the stage.)

Renee: No, no. Wouldn't they be on all fours? (Gets down on all fours, saying in a British/English accent, "No, Fifi, that fur-do just does NOT fit you. What did those humans do to you?")

Teacher: Alright, alright! That's enough. What are you children doing? Get back to your seats this instant!

(Both do so, writing intently, still looking a little entertained with the cheraid. End scene.)

Funny thing, that was most of what my friend and I went through when she was trying to get me to think of ideas. >.<;;