Mom: (touching the child’s forehead) You still feel pretty hot. Let’s see if that fever has gone down any yet. (takes thermometer out of child’s mouth and reads it.) Nope, it’s still 104 degrees. The medicine isn’t working. We’ll have to try something else.

Bobby: (scared) Does that mean I have to go to the doctor? I don’t want to go to the doctor mom!

Mom: (soothing) Well, let’s try one more thing before we call the doctor, okay? I made a few phone calls and there are some people waiting outside to come in and pray with you. Would that be all right?

Bobby: I guess so.

Brady: (enters) Hey little bro, how’s it going? Not too good, huh? Well, never fear, cause like, you’re big brother’s here. Let’s pray little dude. (Bobby bows his head, Brady continues to stand next to the bed as he prays, looking up but not closing his eyes)

"Like, hey God, what’s shakin’? It’s me, Brady. It’s totally cool that we can have this chat, you know? In case you didn’t notice, my little brother is, like, real down in the dumps man! It’s such a bummer that such a little dude has to be, like, so sick and everything. Why don’t ya throw him a bone and help him feel better. Thanks Big Dude. Catch ya later."

Gotta go bro’. (Makes a "peace" sign with his fingers) Live long and prosper. (exits)

Uncle Gus: (enters, grouchy, brash) All right kid, let’s get on with it. Close your eyes. (he looks to the ceiling)