[Central
Perk] (Everyone is there)
Ross:
So, are you guys all going to be able to go to Ben’s Birthday Party?
Joey:
Where are you guys going?
Rachel:
Oh, well, we were just going to hang out at home; Ben’s bringing his friend
Jacob over.
Chandler:
Poor Ben! You have to take him somewhere! He’s turning 8!
Joey:
Oh! Take him to Chuck E. Cheeses’!
Phoebe:
Oh! I used to love that place!
Monica:
Me too!
Chandler:
(Sarcastic) Yea! Take him there! We can all see a rat dance around our pizza!
That’s gonna be fun. Wait, that sounds like my first apartment, plural rats.
Opening
Credits
[Monica
and Chandlers] (Phoebe and Monica are chatting)
Monica:
Look what I bought Ben for his birthday!
Phoebe:
OH MY GOSH! A PlayStation 2?
Monica:
Yea, cool huh?
Phoebe:
Monica! Those are like, $300!
Monica:
Oh, this one was $400.
Phoebe:
See! Monica! Why did you get Ben something so expensive?
Monica:
I don’t know! I just, I just, (starts crying) I can’t have babies of my own so
why can’t I spoil my brothers?
Phoebe:
Because he’s you brothers! Monica, it’s ok. Just, try not to spoil him too
much.
Monica:
(perky) Ok.
[Chuck
E. Cheeses] (Minus Rachel, everyone is there including Ben and his friend
Jacob)
Ben:
Daddy, I want to go into the Kid Place!
Ross:
You and Jacob go ahead.
Jacob:
Thanks Mr. Geller! (to Ben) C’mon! Let’s go give the girls cooties! (They run
off giggling)
Chandler:
Yea, I tried giving girls cooties, but I was considered a cootie.
Phoebe:
Do you guys know what cooties are?
ALL:
YES!
Joey:
what are they? (Phoebe: whispers the answer into his ear) Oh for the love of
God!
Ben:
(Running up, crying) AUNTIE MONICA!
Monica:
Sweetie, what is it?
Ben:
Someone stole my tickets! I had a gazillion of them and now their disappeared!
Ross:
Oh, Ben, why don’t we look for them.
Ben:
No! I want Aunt Monica to look with me!
Ross:
(Taken aback) Oh? Wh-why not me?
Ben:
Because Aunt Monica can beat up whoever did this!
Monica:
Ok, let’s go Ben.
Phoebe:
Oh! How sweet!
Ross:
God! Am I that much of a wuss?
Joey:
I’m not going to lie to you, you are a wuss, but Ben still loves you.
Ross:
I know, I just want to be more of a hero to him.
Chandler:
Hey! My father wasn’t my hero!
Phoebe:
your dad’s gay.
Chandler:
I know, but he wasn’t my hero.
Phoebe:
and we are very happy for Monica’s sake!
Rachel:
(entering the room) So, I’m kind of freaked out. Chuck E. won’t stop following
me. (We see Chuck E. enter the room, and just stands there waiting for Rachel
to move.) See what I mean?
Ross:
ok, now I see it.
Phoebe:
Wow, Chuck E. is a pervert!
Chandler:
Maybe they should call this place “Chuck E. Sleaze!”
Rachel:
No, that name is already taken.
Chandler:
I haven’t heard it.
Rachel:
Sure you have! It’s your dad’s house!
Chandler:
Leave me alone.
Ross:
So, Rachel, do you want to ride the Jet Ski?
Rachel:
You bet.
Chandler:
My wife doesn’t love me.
COMMERCIAL
BREAK
[Where
we left off, now Ben is opening gifts]
Ben:
WOW! A Play Station 2! Thanks auntie Monica! You’re the best!
Monica:
You betcha!
Ross:
Ok, Ben, here Mom and Dad’s present to you…
Ben:
you mean Rachel and you?
Rachel:
(hurt) Yea, this is from us.
Ben:
Cool! A computer!
Ross:
Do you like it?
Ben:
I love it! It’s great dad, thanks!
Ross:
you’re welcome!
Ben:
can I go play now?
Ross:
go ahead! (Ben runs off)
Rachel:
(softly) You’re welcome, Ben.
(We see Chuck E. still in the party room. A kid goes up to give him a
hug, but he pushes the kid to the ground.)
Rachel:
Ok, what is your problem? (Chuck E. takes off his mask to reveal a good-looking
guy. Adam Sandler plays him.)
Man:
Hi, I’m Troy. Sorry I have been following you it’s just your so beautiful. Wow…
Rachel:
Well, thank you Troy.
Troy:
Hey, can-can I ask you out sometime?
(Ross becomes very interested)
Rachel:
Um, my boyfriend probably wouldn’t like that.
(Ross nods)
Troy:
Oh, well, he doesn’t need to know about it.
Ross:
Hi, I’m Ross Geller. This is my girlfriend, Rachel. Is there a problem?
Troy:
Oh, hi. No, no problem. I was just asking your girlfriend out.
Ross:
Yea, so I heard.
Troy:
So, Rachel is it? Do you want to go out say, Friday?
Rachel:
Um, no, Ross and I have plans.
Troy:
Come on…
Ross:
Ok, you heard her. She has a boyfriend!
Troy:
What? You guys have a closed relationship?
Rachel:
Yes.
Troy:
Yes? So I’ll see you Friday!
Ross:
Ok, that’s it pal! (Ross Punches Troy)
Security:
Alright, all of you, OUT!
[Ross
and Rachel’s] (Ross, Ben, Rachel and Jacob are entering)
Ross:
Sorry I got us kicked out of Chuck E. Cheeses’.
Ben:
Are you kidding? That was so cool, Dad! How you punched that guy straight in
the nose! You’re my hero dad! (Ross smiles)
Jacob:
I got to admit, that was pretty cool, Mr. Geller.
Rachel:
Ok, let’s watch a movie. (She fumbles through all of Ross’ movies) Prom? What’s
Prom?
Ross:
Oh, that’s the prom. Yours and Monica’s anyways.
Rachel:
Ok! Let’s watch this! How about it Ben and Jacob?
Ben:
is it scary?
Rachel:
Yea, especially when you see Aunt Monica! (She pops in the tape.)
Ben:
Who’s that?
Rachel:
That’s me.
Jacob:
What’s wrong with your nose?
Rachel:
Well, it was pretty big then.
Ben:
(Looks at Rachel) I’m glad you grew into it.
Jacob:
Who’s that?
Rachel:
That’s Monica.
Ben:
Wow, I’m glad she grew out of herself.
Jacob:
Rachel? Why are you crying?
Rachel:
(Looking at Ross) Well, my date for the prom was late and I didn’t know if he
was coming or not.
Ben:
WOAH! Dad! What’s with the hair?
Ross:
It was cool then.
Jacob:
(to Ben) That’s weird. What was cool then is NOT cool now.
Ben:
that’s nice of you to try and take Rachel to her prom dad!
Rachel:
Yea, it was very nice. OH! Ben before I forget, I need to talk to you in my
room…
Ben:
(to Jacob) I’ll be right back.
[Ross
and Rachel’s room]
Ben:
Yes, Rachel?
Rachel:
I have a present for you that I wanted to give to you alone. Now, you can’t
play with it, but I’m sure you will like it. (She hand him a picture frame with
a cute picture of her, Ben and Ross in it) So even though you have to live with
your mommies during the week, we will always be together.
Ben:
I love it! This is better than all of my gifts. (Smiles) Thanks, Mom. (He hugs
her tightly)
Rachel:
you’re welcome, Sweetie.
End