(Christmas Eve. Animal Shelter. CYRIL sitswaiting, a bowl of dog biscuits on table.Each biscuit is tied with a Christmasribbon. A deck of cards. He shufflescards. He waits, humming “Jingle Bells.” Enter ALI, ARTIE & BRICK)
(Gestures to festive bowl of biscuits)
Welcome! Welcome! ARTIE:Ooooh, biscuits! ALI:Thank you, Cyril. That is so sweet of you.BRICK: Awww, Cyr. You didn’t have to.
(They help themselves and get seated)
(Mouth full of biscuit)
So what’s the deal with the ribbons?CYRIL:It’s Christmas. ARTIE:Yeah, so?CYRIL:Haven’t you noticed how everyone’s gone?BRICK:That’s right. They all skedaddled just after lunch. ALI: Now that I think on it, the only one left out there isEvelyn. ARTIE: Not that loser!2