Petah your Lines arent memorized

Peter.

andie.

im surprised to see you here after the bubble incident

you swore you would never bring that up again

oh patrick you poor little guy lets get you washed off

welp, i guess the competition will be a litlle easier now

yah right ur just gonna fail. ill never forget the screams of terror as everyoneslid around trying not to fall.

stop laughing! its not funny

better hope mrs patty doesent remember ur the reasdon she fell and broke her arm

gosh, i hope not

what crazy? it wasnt THAT crazy. he said he had problems with his solutions.

I thought it was epic. did you see his face? he was like...

mr tinkles? why would anyone be names mr tinkles?

No, he said HE has to tinkle. Don't worry Will, you got some time, go tinkle.

No, I said Mr. Sprinkles.

That's a weird way to say you gotta pee, but hey if

you gotta go you gotta go.

(To the remaining contestants) Can you guys

believe this?! Poor Mr. Sprinkles!

I'm sorry what?

I said poor Mr. Sprinkles! It's so sad

(To FRELLA and ANDIE) Did anyone understand

what she just said?

It looks like it was cut off, see the jagged edges.

(PETER walks over to ANDIE, kneeling down to

Keeling

Yeah, someone definitely did this on purpose. Come look at this, Frella,

(frella at samanthas table messing with plants)

Hey, Frella, whatcha doin?

Oh, I was just... admiring Samantha's plants.

They are beautiful, huh. They smell kinda funny though...

the bioluminescence in the southern reigion has a weird smell because of the uhhhhh the ph levels?

samantha? i think you mean thamantha she told me herself

Sprinkles has been salvaged!

Thamantha! Over here!

Peter, stop being stupid it's pronounced Samantha.

Hey! William agrees with me. Right, William?

Uh yeah, I guess so.

seeeeeeeeee

Elbowing PETER) Ha! Told ya.

Oh, whatever.

: What in the Jiminy Cricket is going on here?

Nice going, Andie, this shall henceforth be known as the power incident.

Um peter i think your rat just jumped off your table and ran away.

WHAT?

Here little rat.

(PATRICK clucks, whistles, and kisses as if calling a dog.)

Hes not a german shepard!

Pspspspsp... Here, ratty rat. I've got cheese!

Patrick, stop! You're just gonna scare him away.

Am not! x2

Are too! x2

(SAMANTHA screams from off stage.)

Ricardo? I'm coming, Ricardo!

Hello?

(FRELLA crosses toward the table.)

Is anyone there?

(from under table) No.

Is there a person under there?

No, just us tables and science projects. No Peter here,

I mean no people here.

Peter?

(FRELLA lifts the table cloth to reveal PETER crying under the table.)

Are you okay

PETER: (In between cries) I'm scared.

It's ok, I'm sure you'll be able to find your rat.

I'm not scared of losing Ricardo. I'm scared that my project won't work and then my mom won't get better,

What are you talking about?

Well, my mom is sick and she needs surgery to get better. But it costs a lot of money, and my big brother says we can't afford it. That's why I'm here. I'm not big enough to get a job so I thought if I won this science fair I could help my mom and she wouldn't be sick anymore. I just don't know what I'm going to do. (FRELLA looks at the volcano and then back at Peter.

FRELLA enters another trance. LINDA enters and crosses to stage left.)

I just want my mom to be okay.

Frella?

(FRELLA turns to see her mom, extremely confused.)

Frella, I can't believe you. You're getting so... soft.

I can't lose my mom

Mm hmm, that's what I thought. So what are you going to do?

I know if I win I can help her.

Good. I know you will do the right thing.

So, what do you think I should do?Frella? Are you listening?

Yes, I'm sorry. I was listening the whole time, I promise. I think-

(FRELLA is interrupted by the power coming back on.)

The power! The power is back!

Uh, why don't you go let everyone know the power is back on and they can come in now. Maybe we'll find Ricardo now that the lights are on.

Oh! Good idea. Thanks for listening, Frella.

(PETER starts to exit and turns back.)

And thanks for helping me feel better.

SAMANTHA: Yes.

(PETER crosses to them.)

PETER: Well, 'm glad you're back! Now, Andie owes me five

bucks - she bet you'd be on life support by now.

FRELLA: Whoa, Peter, look! Ricardo found his way back to his cage!

Ricardo? I knew you would come back. The week you spent in rat boot camp totally paid off! Hey! Everyone! Ricardo is back!

Rootin' tootin' rat tails! He's back, and just in time for your presentation. Take it away, Peter!

(Everyone gathers to listen to PETER present).

Ladies, gentlemen, rats - today I will be presenting to you how I trained my rat, Ricardo, to create wind!

FRELLA: Patrick, sometimes it's okay to keep things as inside thoughts.

(The crowd ooh's and ahh's as PETER sets up his project and plugs in the cords.)

As you can see, this fan is connected to Ricardo's rat wheel through an electric cord which leads to a generator. The generator turns the mechanical energy Ricardo creates from running on his wheel into electrical energy! This powers the fan, causing the pinwheels to spin. I will now give Ricardo some Swiss cheese - he's been trained to run after eating it.

PETER takes cheese out of his pocket and gives it to Ricardo. The wheel starts to spin faster and faster until the fan turns on, making the pinwheels spin

MS. PATTY: Wow Peter, what an excellent demonstration of energy conversion!

(The audience claps as PETER smiles proudly. PETER turns to Ricardo.)

Oh, Ricardo, you're gonna eat good tonight.

FRELLA: Good job, Peter. Ricardo did amazing.

Thanks! Ricardo lived in the sewers before I rescued him. The street life turned him into a machine!

andie: If anything, Ricardo rescued him from getting eaten by the rest of the rats. Now, he needs the rat just to sleep at night.

Do not speak of Ricardo as a low life. He is more than a rat! He's my best friend!

ANDIE: (Under her breath) More like your only friend.

hey i heard that!

andie: heard what?

ANDIE!!

BIG JIM: Y'all, now it's time for the last, but not least, project.

Gather around the stellar Frella...er!

(Everyone moves towards Frella's booth. PETER stops by FRELLA.)

Hey Frella, I just wanted to say good luck! I really appreciate what you did for me. Even if I don't win, it'll still feel like a victory if the most awesome person I know wins instead.

PATRICK: Nope, I came through the front door same as you.

There's no need to yell, Thamantha.

(PETER approaches FRELLA and pulls her aside.)

Hey Frella, what happened up there? I thought we got all the note cards.

FRELLA: We did, I just thought something else was mor important.

But you worked so hard on them.

FRELLA: Eh, it's okay.

What if that ruins your score?

FRELLA: Even if it did and I don't win, it'll still feel lik victory if the most awesome person I know wins instead.

Thanks, Frella.

FRELLA: Hey Peter, congrats on your big win. I'm really happy for you.

thanks, frella!

BIG JIM: Come on up here, Peter, and get your hands on this juicy lookin' check so we can snap a pretty picture!

(PETER gets on the stage and BIG JIM shakes his hand, passes him the giant check and trophy, and they pose for a photo. Everybody breaks into applause and PETER gleams with pride.)

Now, Peter, tell the crowd - what are you gonna do with the money?

PETER takes a second to collect himself before his answer bursts out of his mouth.)

PETER: I AM GOING TO BUY A RAT FARM AND TURN RICARDO AND ALL HIS RAT FRIENDS INTO MY MINIONS!

FRELLA: Peter, why did you tell everyone that lame lie about rats instead of the truth about your mom?

: Oh Frella - sweet, innocent, dumb, Frella. My mom isn't sick! I just told you that so you would let me win.

i'm sorry, what?

After my bubble incident last year, I got disqualified because my project didn't work. That's when I realized, if everyone gets disqualified I would automatically win. So, this year, I came prepared to ruin every project, but you beat me to it! Poor Patrick, he never saw that goo coming. I thought it may have been luck at first, that going wrong, but then I saw you with the scissors. I gotta hand it to you, giving Mr. Sprinkles that chop was impressive... and evil. Thanks for taking care of it for me, I really didn't want his stuffing on my hands.

But how could-

I may even take my talents to the Florida State Science Fair next week! This was too easy.

(People start to exit, giving PETER their congrats on the way out.

FRELLA: Mom, I tried my best I swear 1-

Later loser! I'm going to Florida to win more money for my "sick mommy". Goodbye Tennessee, hello rat farm!