What’s a cookie movie, Husband?
10:30 P.M. The BLUEBIRD is changing linens while THE HUSBAND is asleep in bed.
Bluebird: (Whispering) Don’t kick me. I’m putting fresh blankets on the bed.
The Husband:(Groggy) I had a dream I was eating cookies with the Smurfs and Papa Smurf got rich making cookie movies.
Bluebird: What’s a cookie movie?
The Husband: A cookie movie is… (falls back asleep.)
Bluebird: What’s a cookie movie, Husband?
The Husband: (Silence)
Bluebird: What’s a cookie movie?
The Husband: (In deep sleep) It’s the one with the antelopes on it.
Bluebird: (???)
Twenty minutes later, as BLUEBIRD is getting ready for bed—
Bluebird: The Keebler Elves are here. They say you owe them money.
The Husband: (Still very asleep) I paid them.
Bluebird: What did you pay them with?
The Husband: Coooookies.
Hee hee … worth more than jewels.