The next morning, Cat, yawning in her pink pajamas, walks sleepily into the living room. She hears an eerie whistling behind the front door.

CAT: "...Spooky."

Then there's a light rumble on the door.

CAT: "...Unsettling."

White powder blows in from under the door, into the house.

CAT: "...Abnormal!"

Cat cautiously opens the front door. Her little worried face pokes out through the slowly opening door to find Venice Beach, California is somehow in the middle of a snow storm. Thick snow is blowing everywhere and the snow is over ankle-high on the ground.

CAT: "Santa? Is that you?"

Sam, yawning in her pajamas and mismatched socks, walks sleepily into the living room. A snowball flies across the room and hits her in the face. She slowly turns her head to face Cat.

CAT: (smiling) "There's more from where that came from."

Sam chases Cat out into the snow. Sam, in her socks, starts hopping on the snow, shocked by the sudden cold. "Oh. AH! AKH! What the schnell?! It's SNOWING!"

CAT: "Wow. Nothing gets past you, huh Sam?"

Sam runs at Cat and tackles her into the snow. They wrestle about on the snow, every once in a while picking up handfuls of snow and dumping it on to eachother. Cat pulls Sam's collar and dumps a handful of snow down her shirt.

SAM: "Okay! Okay! Safe word! Safe word!"

CAT: "If you can't take the cold, get out of the kitchen!"

They both get up to their feet, hands held out, looking up in wonder at all the falling snow.

SAM: "I can't believe it. It's a Christmas miracle! And I'm not even Christian!"

CAT: "It's so beautiful. And weird! It's BEARD!"

Sam, laughing, draws triangles in the snow with her finger.

SAM: "Cat, look. I'm making snow angles."

CAT: "You mean snow angels."

SAM: "(sighs)...It snows in Los Angeles maybe once in a lifetime. Please don't ruin the joke."

Meanwhile, inside the house, Nona is sleeping on the couch, completely covered under a blanket. She begins to stir, and stands up, her eyes still closed. She sleep walks towards the front door, shuts it, and locks it.

Sam and Cat run to the door, pounding on it. "HEY!"

Nona sleep walks back towards the couch and goes back to sleep.

Sam and Cat desperately try to open the door. It won't budge. Sam and Cat are stuck outside, freezing. They begin rubbing their arms, shivering, and huddling close together.

CAT: "UGGH! My BOOGERS are freezing!"

SAM: "Who the heck shut this door? HEY! Open up in there!"

Sam takes a few steps away from the door, braces herself, taking two heavy breaths.

SAM: "Okay. I'm going in."

Sam charges at the door. Just before she could collide with it, Nona swings the door wide open. Sam narrowly misses Nona, spills into the house, sliding shoulder-first across the floor with a thud.

CAT (pointing and laughing at Sam): "A-HAHAHAHA! A-HAHAHA!"

SAM (getting up, embarassed): "I meant to do that."

NONA (shutting the front door, pulling Cat inside): "Girls! What were you doing out in the snow?! You'll catch a cold!"

CAT: "Nona, what are you doing here?"

NONA: "Well, I was sleeping like a baby until you started banging on the door and making all that racket."

Nona sits down on the couch. Sam and Cat sit next to her to either side.

CAT: "But what are you doing sleeping here? When did you get in?"

NONA: "Let's see. Well, last night I took a group of residents from Elderly Acres out for a fun night on the town. I guess we must have missed curfew and got locked out of Elderly Acres. So, I decided to crash here."

SAM: "Wait. What about the other elderlies? Where did they spend the night?"

NONA: (thinking, looking scared) "Hmm. I hadn't thought about that. Ahhh... they'll be fine. Life's too short to worry about every single little detail."

Nona turns on the television machine. On the tv screen lower third reads the headline "SNOW STORM PARALYZES L.A.". Accompanying it is a series of short video clips of bumper to bumper gridlock traffic, cars skidding out of control, kids walking through waist-high snow, and a shot of Goomer with his tongue stuck on a metal pole as the fire department helps get him free.

NONA: "See? With all this global w... freezing... the end of the world is upon us. (looking Sam and Cat up and down) I'm afraid your days are numbered, girls."

ON TV: WEATHER REPORTER: "It's a frigid twenty three degrees in L.A. this morning. So dads, remember to bundle up your little ones snugly. ... Oh, and make sure the kids are dressed warmly, too." (winks like a douche-bag).

NONA: "I told ya. Hell is literally freezing over. We don't have much time left, so I say 'if it feels good, do it."

Nona takes out a marijuana joint, and lights it up.

SAM AND CAT: "WHOA!"

CAT: "NONA! You can't do that!"

NONA: (taking a hit from the joint, coughing) "Are you sure? You must not know shit about physics, Cat, because I just did!"

SAM: "Do you even have a prescription?"

Nona chuckles, as smoke sputters out of her mouth.

NONA: "Hey, let's say you girls wake and bake us some breakfast, huh? 'Cause I'm not going out in this weather!"

SAM: "Maybe not. But you're definitely going out in that weather."

Sam starts pushing Nona up off the couch and towards the front door.

NONA: "Hey!"

SAM: "Bye!"

But before they reach the door, a group of four elderlies walk in through the front door.

SAM: "Jeez! Don't people knock anymore?"

ELDERLIES: "Hey THERE she is! NONA!"

SAM: "Wait. Your name is actually Nona?"

Nona ignores the question.

NONA: "Oh hiya, gang! It's so nice of you to stop by."

ELDERLY: "Nice? Whadda you know about nice? Because of your crooked carousing all over town, we had to spend the night in the pokey! When the flatfoots came around, ya dumped the hooch on us and scrammed! Ya ditched us! Ya scampered off like a yellow bellied rat!"

NONA: "Say, Wilbur. You look tense." (offers her joint) "Why not just one quick, deep, relaxing toke? For old time's sake."

ELDERLY: "Well, alright."

The other three elderlies start protesting. "Hey, wait a minute. Wait a darn tootin' minute!"

NONA (holding up a ziplock baggie full of weed, smiling): "Don't worry, there's more from where that came from."

OTHER THREE ELDERLIES: "Oh okay!" "Alright, then!"

Sam and Cat look worriedly at each other.

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