IF YOU HAD ONE WISH.../Script

[Kyle rings the door bell] [Laurel tries to give a high-five to the kid, but kid ignores after which Laurel  pulls his hand down laughing] [Both Kyle and Laurel  are smiling in confusion] [Both Kyle and Laurel  start to dance] [Kyle and Laurel  look at themselves in confusion] [Both Kyle and Laurel  are watching in confusion] [Both Kyle and Laurel  are mumbling their excuses] [Kyle and Laurel  are starting to look sad] [The kid smiles and raises a jar of peanut butter and hands it to Kyle ] [Unconformable sounds of Kyle and Laurel  spitting and vomiting peanut butter while the kid smiles and watches] [Few seconds later the kid hands Kyle another jar of peanut butter while Laurel  cries in background] [Few seconds later Kyle and Laurel  are all covered in peanut butter] [Jessie slowly walks to her brother] [Kyle starts shaking while Laurel  starts crying]
 * Kyle: Oh well hello there big fella, you must be Jessie.
 * Laurel: Yep! The description said we're looking for a real strong brave kid who gives excellent high-fives.
 * Laurel: Alright, well we hear you've been going to a real rough time recently, so we're here from "Wish a dream" to make any wish you want come true.
 * Kyle: That's right, because every wish is a dream and it's our job to make every dream wish come true.
 * Kid: Anything?
 * Kyle: Well of course! Anything!
 * Kid: I want you to spit peanut butter into his mouth.
 * Laurel: You could wish for anything in the whole world! Anything! Think big. Bigger than just here. You could meet Ed Sheeran or go to Disney World.
 * Kyle: Or play Fortnite with the ninja.
 * Kyle: The floss... the backpack kid...
 * Laurel: How does that sound?
 * Kyle: Yeah.
 * Kid: Okay. My wish is for you to explain to me what kind of God would let an eight year old feel this kind of pain.
 * Kid: Just kidding. I want you [points at Kyle ] to fill your motuh with creamy peanut butter and spit it forcefully into his mouth.
 * Kyle: [Laughs unconformably] But... you could get Ed Sheeran...
 * Kid: Ed Sheeran can watch.
 * Laurel: Listen, Jessie, we're wish makers, but we can't be part of the wish.
 * Kyle: Yeah it's just... um... the rules.
 * Laurel: Silly rules.
 * Kyle : We would totally do it if we could. Peanut butter sounds delicious.
 * Kid: I'm dying.
 * Kid: My name is Jessie Thomas. I've been alive for eight agonizing years. I'm the first one to have what I have, so doctors just call it "Jessie syndrome". Everything hurts. I scream when I poop. My hands are all weird. My bones are way too loud. The other day, I hiccupped, and just... bubbles. I always want to run around and play basketball like the other kids, but I can't because going too fast will make my heart explode sooner. When my mom said that people were coming to make my dreams come true, I finally understood this emotion of "joy" people keep talking about. But I was wrong. You guys can't grant my wishes. It's okay. I'm used to disappointment.
 * Kyle: Wait Jessie... We'll do it. Yeah... because... wishes are dreams, and it's our job to make dream wishes come true.
 * Kyle: [as he starts grabing peanut butter with his hand] Here we go.
 * Laurel: Here you go Jessie. We made your dreams come true.
 * Kid: Yeah I'm not Jessie. That's my little sister, she's real sick. Hey Jessie! There's two grown men here to make your dreams come true or something.
 * Jessie: Oh, "Wish a Dream"... cool, I wanna meet Ed Sheeran
 * Kyle and Laurel: NO!!!