SCENE 1, EXTERIOR. AFTERNOON, PLAYGROUND. The teacher is on recess duty and is supervising the fifth and sixth graders as they play wall ball, kickball, and the other various games taking place. As he is walking along the blacktop, a fifth-grade boy approaches him.
JOEY: Mr. Z, guess what?
TEACHER: You got beat up by a bunch of kindergarten girls again?
JOEY: Yeah, that too; but this is something else.
TEACHER: Fire away.
[The boy looks around to make sure that he isn’t being overheard, and then leans in close].
JOEY: I swallowed a dime last week.
TEACHER: Oh. So, were you trying to...change?
[The teacher starts to laugh; the boy ignores him and continues].
JOEY: I was just throwing it up in the air and catching it in my mouth when GULP! Down it went!
TEACHER: Bummer, now you’re ten cents poorer than you were before.
JOEY: Well, you know I can always look for it when it comes out later.
TEACHER: Okay, now that’s just gross, Joey.
JOEY: But you know what, Mr. Z? I hope it never comes out, that way I’ll always be worth ten cents!
TEACHER: You know what, Joey? You’re worth a heck of a lot more than ten cents…
[Fade to black].