SUE: (encouragingly) Well, come on, Sammy, come out.
SAM: (flatly, behind the scene) No! Not while looking like...I can't...
SUE: (encouragingly) But, Sammy, if I don't see what's wrong with you I won't be able to help.
SAM: (with a sigh, miserably) Well... h-here...
SUE: (sympathetically) Oooh... my oh my...
SAM: (miserably) What... what's wrong with me?
SUE: (reasoning) Well, it looks like candy. So, you've most likely got an illness. Candy pox.
SAM: (scared) Oh! And how do we treat it?
SUE: (thoughtfully) No idea... (cheerfully) Want candy?
SAM: (carefully) Candy? Well, I'm not... not sure... what if candy pox started with them?
SUE: (thoughtfully) Hm... Well, as they say, fight fire with fire.
SAM: (scared) Just... just don't put me on fire!
SUE: (amused) It's just an expression... We're not going to set anything on fire... Well, maybe just a little bit.
SAM: (horrified) Aaaah... I'd rather keep candy pox.
SUE: To cure candy pox we will need a special medicine.
Let's take some candy, and these two,
we'll add some marshmallows too, just to make sure.
SAM: (panting with effort) umph.... h-here...
SUE: (caring) Thank you, Sammy. But you need to get some rest.
SAM: (heroically) No. I need to make sure that... that... so tired...
SUE: (amused) There, there. You'd better sit here while I make you the medicine.
SAM: (miserably) Fine...
SUE: (comforting) Don't worry, Sam, we'll cure you in no time.
SUE: (cheerfully) Right. Now I'll take this salad bowl. Put some M&Ms
SUE: Then gummy cola and some gummy berries.
SAM: (curious) What's this...what're you making?
SUE: It's a healing layered salad.
SAM: (with distrust) Salad?... but... I don't eat salads... on my way to the Tibidabo mountains
SUE: (impatiently) Yes, yes, you have... But it's a special kind of salad. Made of candy
SAM: (excited) Candy! Well... now you're talking! I must give it a taste test right away!
SUE: (amused) Wait a minute. I need to chill this salad first.
SAM: (grumpily) Why do I always have to wait?!
SUE: (busy-like) Right, let's put our salad into the fridge. And wait for half an hour.
SAM: (shocked) Half an hour?! Awwww... hmmm...
SAM: (pleadingly) Dear salad... chill faster, please... I want to be healthy again.
SUE: (cheerfully) Well, guard the salad, then, and I'll go...
SAM: (surprised) Go where? What about me? Take me with you!
SUE: (thoughtfully, dictating) Right... Candy pox...
SAM: (innocently) Hi?
SUE: (distracted) Hi...
SAM: (curiously) Oh, what are you writing here?
SUE: (patiently) I'm describing your candy pox. It's a rare case, after all...
SAM: (grumpily) Hm! The case is rare, and your writing tool is... well... boring!
SUE: (confused) it is? I think it's a good pen.
SAM: (grumpily) Yeah, good. Wait here... Sammy will show you... good...
SAM: (panting from efforts) Ta-da!
SUE: (surprised) Wow, it's a cool pen, so fruity, with strawberries! Guys, if you like it, give a thumbs up!
SAM: (pleased) Now it'll be easier to get thumbs up.
SUE: (amused) It sure will. Thank you, Sammy. Well, shall we check your healing salad?
SAM: (readily) Let's go! Me first!
SUE: (cheerfully) Here's your salad. Proceed.
SAM: (carefully) Are you... are you sure it won't get any worse?
SUE: (convincingly) Well, you do like candy?
SAM: (tragically) No! I love them!
SUE: (convincingly) Well, there you go...
SAM: (giving up) Fine... I'll go try it... (panting with effort) So yummy! (munching)
SUE: (happily) Go on. Come on out.
SUE: (thoughtfully) Oh I'll wave this pen like a magic wand and you will come out. Abracadabra!
SAM: (happily) Ta-da!
SUE: (happily) Hurray! Sammy is cured!
SAM: (excited) Yeeeah! I'm healthy again! Yahoooo! I'll dance to it!
SUE: (slightly indignantly) Hey! Give the pen back!
SAM: (busy-like) Later. Guys, please, subscribe to the channel and I'm off.
SUE: (surprised) Off to where?
SAM: (busy-like) To do important stuff!
SAM: (panting with efforts) Right... this... and this... and this...
SUE: There you are! What are you doing here?
SAM: (busy-like) Memoirs... It's not every day that I come down with candy pox.
SUE: (thoughtfully) Memoirs need a special notepad.
SAM: (busy-like) No arguing there.
SUE: (cheerfully) Guys, let's get it to 20 thousand thumbs up so that Sam could get a notepad for memoirs.
SAM: (alarmed) Hey... what if it... comes back?
SUE: (surprised) What?
SAM: (alarmed) Well... candy pox.
SUE: (amused) Well, if you eat less candy, maybe it won't...
SAM: (shocked) You're joking, right? No, wait... where are you going? Tell me you're joking!