INT. CAR NIGHT It is dark and rainy. A mother takes her two children to martial arts class. The two children are in the back seat.
MIGUEL: I don't want to grow up. I am not ready to be an adult. I don't know how to pay taxes or bills. I don't even know how you get enough money to do those things.
ZECA: Yeah, me either. I don't know how to pay taxes. Also! I can't even find my way to my house.
MIGUEL: Right, I won't be able to drive because I won't know how to get anywhere.
ZECA: That's what I mean - I wouldn't even be able to find the roads to my house! I won't be able to get home by myself!
MIGUEL: I guess if I could just find my way to Target I could survive. I would be able to buy clothes and food and presents.
VIKKI: So, would you work there too?
MIGUEL: I don't know. See? I'm not ready to be an adult.
ZECA: Well, I know what kind of job I'm going to have. I'm going to have an umbrella and walk around all the sidewalks and help people.
MIGUEL: How is that helpful?
ZECA: Well, I'd find homeless people and hold the umbrella over their heads. Of course, I would only bring an umbrella if it was raining.
MIGUEL: That's good because otherwise you'd look like a loony tick walking around with an umbrella when it's not raining and, Zeca, that's not a job anyway.
VIKKI: There are people that work doing outreach to people who are homeless.
MIGUEL: Really? They probably don't just wander around on sidewalks.
ZECA: I'm just going to help people.
MIGUEL: One other thing, I'm certainly not going to be an airline pilot when I grow up. If I can't memorize all the roads, how can I possibly memorize the sky.
EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT
The mother and the two children exit the car and walk towards the dojang. The mother thinks that neither child will ever be ready for adulthood and wonders how she will ever escape them.