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(A pause as the Pharisees stay quiet but scratch manically at their
ankles.)
DEE: What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
PHARISEE 1: I wish! Somehow some bugs got my ankles!
PHARISEE 2: I'm itching like crazy!
(Gadget beams with pride.)
KNOX: Good! Well, you'd better talk or we'll give you more of those
… uh …
Bugs!
GADGET:
PHARISEE 1: Please, no! The itching, it's torture!
PHARISEE 2: You're taking this way too far!
BREE: Like you're one to talk!
DEE: Tell us who Nicodemus is or we'll bring in the secret weapon!
(no reply)
KNOX: Trust me, you don't want the secret weapon.
BREE: Bring her in!
(Grandma enters and causes havoc.)
GRANDMA: Well, look at you two boys, aren't you the sweetest things?! (a
big hug to Pharisee 1) You look so cute with your blindfolds.
I've just got to pinch those cheeks! (pinching the cheek of
Pharisee 2) You both have gotten so big, but not too big for one
of my stories …
PHARISEES: (ad lib., "Enough!" "Please stop!" etc.)
DEE: Thanks, Grandma.
GRANDMA: (as she exits) Anytime, Sweetie.
KNOX: Now, spill it!
PHARISEE 1: Okay … okay … but this is an outrage! Don't you know who
we are?! We are Pharisees—and so is Nicodemus.
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