SCENE 1, INTERIOR. MORNING. CLASSROOM. The teacher has just finished meeting with his second reading group during centers time. As the kids move back to their desks, he readies to call the next group up as a fifth-grade boy approaches. The boy sits down a the table and speaks with a low, demonic voice.
JOEY: Meeestor Zeeeh.
[The teacher looks up in surprise].
TEACHER: Holy cow, what in the world was that?
JOEY: [Speaking in his normal voice]. That was my devious voice.
TEACHER: Your devious voice?
JOEY: [Voice a bit higher than usual]. Yep.
TEACHER: Wow, and you have a wussy voice, too.
[The teacher chuckles]
JOEY: Mr. Z, do you know who’s more awesome than you?
TEACHER: I’m sure there are lots of peop—
[The boy cuts him off]
JOEY: Two of you!
TEACHER: Two of me?
TEACHER: Well, I’m glad that there’s only one of me…I don’t want to have to compete against myself.
JOEY: Yeah, because you’d always win…
Fade to black.