THE FAMOUS 5 ARE SITTING AROUND
JULIAN
Where's the pick nick?
ANNE
Settle down you rastaclart, here we go joints, poppers, speed, and
GEORGE
Lashings of super strength cider
ANNE
Shut it dyke bitch, before I slap you hetro.
JULIAN
Bitches settle, no one fights with out me filming it for Youtube.
GEORGE
Sorry Julian, I ain't messing with you.
ANNE
No way, not since you killed Dick, that was well funny.
THEY ALL LAUGH.
ANNE
Please Julian don't stab me, you can have my ipod, pussy.
ANNE
I miss Timmy though.
JULIAN
Yeh but we got £25 selling him to that psycho, sos his pitbull could practice killing him.
ANNE
Still we are still the Famous 5, well famous 3.
GEORGE
Whats that maths, you think you smart, or summat bitch.
JULIAN
Settle bitches, we need to check out if that old man who lives on his own is KGB.
ANNE
How we gonna do that?
JULIAN
Same way, we always do, break in tie him up, steal his DVD player.
GEORGE
And shit on his carpet.
ANNE
Oh George you, and shitting on people's carpets.
GEORGE
Some one's got to do it, now Timmy's dead.
THEY ALL LAUGH.