[In the kitchen, Mrs. Prevert is standing on a chair and screaming.]
What's the matter, Mom, why are you screaming?
I'm screaming because of the beatles!
I know the Beatles were a great rock group, and people used to scream at their concerts, but that was a long time ago! Besides, you're not playing any of their music.
No, I'm not screaming because of those Beatles, I'm screaming because of those beatles! (points at some real beetles on the floor. Adam screams and gets on the chair as well.)
Now I'm telling you, Alanis, the rolling stones really do live in there.
The Rolling Stones? Are you sure?
Yeah. Now come on, let's get out of here, this is dangerous.
[running up to the front door] Are you kidding? And miss a chance at getting their autographs? Oh, that Mick Jagger is such a hunk... I can't wait to see them... [rings the doorbell]
[trying to stop Alanis from ringing the bell] Wait a minute! ... I don't mean THOSE Rolling Stones, Alanis!
[Alanis opens the front door, then screams and quickly runs off to avoid a barrage of giant rocks rolling toward her.]
[getting crushed by the giant rocks] I mean THOSE rolling stones! AAAAHHH!
[The kids have just decided to form a band to back Alasdair when he goes out touring.]
Okay, what do we call (the band)?
No, I don't really like the sound of that. Adam, do you have any ideas?
I'm thinking, I'm thinking...
No, no, Adam, that's too intellectual. Alanis, you must have a good idea?
[Alanis is slimed.]
[angrily] Alasdair, you did that on PURPOSE! Now I will hate you.
No! Alanis, no, really, it didn't have anything to do with me. I just forgot to tell you that on this show you can't say "I don't know," or you'll get slimed---
[Alasdair is also slimed.]
Wait a minute, I've got a great idea! Why don't we call our group the Green Slimes? [shaking Alasdair's hand] Put 'er there, buddy!
Swell. [to Alanis] You okay?
[Alanis, grimacing, digs a handful of slime out of her shirt pocket and drops it on the floor.]
