Blind Date 2m 3f
We All Scream For
Ice Cream 2m 3f
Joyce Gunter Parker
Blind
Date
Copyright © 2003 Joyce Gunter Parker. All
Rights Reserved.
Obtain permission to perform the play and acknowledge the
author in the performance program. The author would be interested in viewing
any performance of her work; information on date, time and location of
performance would be appreciated. Questions concerning creative interpretation
or other aspects of the plays for performance purposes may also be directed to
the author if desired.
Characters:
Katie: college
student; 20 years old. Lives in a dorm. Good friends with roommate Kelly.
Intelligent and fun-loving; shy around people she doesn’t know.
Kelly:
college student; 20 years old. Lives in a dorm. Good friends with roommate
Katie. Intelligent and fun-loving; more outgoing.
Ted: college student; 20 years old. Lives next door to Katie and Kelly.
Stoner.
Sarah:
college student; 21 years old.
Friend of Katie’s. Confident and friendly.
Marc: college
student; 21 years old. Friend of Sarah’s. Sweet, sincere, gentleman, but
still likes to have fun. Legally blind.
Setting: Two college roommates in their dorm room.
Opens with Kelly reading a book and Katie walking in with a towel around her
head.
Kelly:
Hey Katie.
Katie: (smiling) Hi.
Kelly: (nonchalantly surveying the
towel on Katie’s head) Are you going out tonight?
Katie: (excited and bouncy) Yeah, I have a date!
Kelly: (interest is peaking) Really? Anyone I know?
Katie:
Nope, it’s a blind date!
Kelly: You’re
kidding! I would be way too scared to ever go on a blind date. There’s too
much potential for disaster.
Katie: I know, I know. But I’m trying to be optimistic about it.
(Katie begins applying her makeup at the
mirror above her dresser)
Kelly:
What if the guy ends up looking like something out of the Black Lagoon?
Katie:
Yeah, but what if he’s a Brad Pitt or a Matt Damon?
Kelly:
That would be nice.
Katie: I
just hope we have something to talk about, you know. I can’t stand long
silences! That’s a sure sign that the date isn’t going anywhere if no one
is saying anything.
Kelly:
Either that or it means that the two people in question have their mouths
preoccupied with something else!
Katie:
Kelly!!
Kelly: (innocently) What?
(Both girls are laughing)
Katie: (sassy) Hey, if
everything goes well, there might be a certain someone who is a little
tongue-tied by the end of the night! (does
a mockingly sexy dance)
Kelly: So
do you know anything about this guy at all?
Katie: Not
really. I know his name is Marc.
Kelly: So
how did you and Marc get set up?
Katie:
Well apparently my friend Sarah met him at a party at SLU.
Kelly: So
why didn’t she take the bait?
Katie: Oh,
she has a boyfriend already. But she said Marc is such a nice guy that she
couldn’t just let him fall into some random girl’s hands.
Kelly: So
she thought of you as her friend who was desperate enough to go on a blind
date with this “nice” guy?
Katie:
Well, you know what they say about nice guys…
Kelly: No,
what?
Katie: Oh…I
was hoping you knew.
(beat)
Kelly: So
is he picking you up?
Katie:
Well, sort of. Sarah’s bringing him up here…I guess to make it a little
less awkward.
Kelly:
What time are they coming?
Katie: (looking at her watch) Actually, in about five minutes! I better
hurry up and finish getting ready!
Kelly:
Well you’d better do something with that towel on your head. Unless you’re
going for the Marge Simpson look.
Katie: Oh
yeah, I forgot. I dyed my hair before I hopped in the shower.
Kelly:
Really? What color?
Katie: I
think it was called something like “Tahitian Moonberry Sundance”. It’s a
strawberry blond.
Kelly: Oh,
that should be pretty!
Katie:
Yeah, it should be. The girl on the box was really pretty.
(beat)
Kelly:
Well let’s see it.
Katie: (excited) Okay!
(Katie unwraps the towel, revealing a head of bright neon pink hair.
Kelly gets a look of shock on her face but
immediately disguises it as a look of forced delight)
Katie: So
what do you think? Do you like it?
Kelly: (trying to sound enthusiastic) It’s great! It really goes with
your, uh……um, it really makes your, uh, hair
stand out.
Katie: (pleased with the compliment) Yeah? I better curl it really quick
before Marc gets here. (Starts walking
towards the mirror)
Kelly: (jumps up and grabs Katie’s arm to stop her) I think it looks fine
the way it is! You don’t need to curl it!
Katie: Are
you kidding me? I probably look like a shaggy mop right now!
Kelly: (desperate to keep Katie away from the mirror) Well let me do it
then! What are roommates for?!
Katie:
What are you talking about? You told me that you couldn’t curl hair to save
your life. (jokingly) Are you trying
to sabotage me so you can steal my date?
(Katie begins walking towards the mirror again)
Kelly: (out of ideas) No, I….
Katie: (reaches the mirror) OH MY GOD!!!!!
(Kelly is grimacing)
Katie: OH
MY GOD!!! Oh my God!!! (looks at Kelly)
What am I going to do?!!!!
Kelly: I
don’t know….
Katie: (frantic. Looks at her watch) Marc’s going to be here in 3
minutes!! Help me!!
Kelly:
Maybe you can call and cancel?
Katie: No,
neither one of them has a cell phone!! Crap! What am I going to do? What am I
going to do?
Kelly: (trying to be helpful) It really doesn’t look that bad….
Katie:
WHAT?!! You’re the one who just suggested I try and cancel!
Kelly:
Well I don’t know…. Maybe he likes pink.
Katie: Are
you crazy?! I look like a strawberry gone retarded!
Kelly: (softly) You’re not retarded…..(normal
volume again) Hey, at least it’s not green.
Katie: (gets an “are you an idiot?” look on her face) I don’t think
it matters which weird color it is,
Kelly!
Kelly:
Honestly though, I really don’t think it looks that bad! How bout we get
another guy’s opinion on it before Marc gets here?
Katie: I
don’t want anyone to see me like this!
Kelly: I’m
just gonna run and get Ted from next door, okay? He won’t make fun of you.
Katie: (grumbling) Alright.
(Kelly exits stage left and returns with Ted. Katie is examining her
hair closely in the mirror for the brief second Kelly is gone.)
Ted: Hey,
it’s a Pink Lady! Wassup Katie?
Katie: Hey
Ted. (gives Kelly an “I hate you”
look)
Kelly:
Okay Ted, we need a guy’s opinion. What do you think of Katie’s hair?
(Ted circles around Katie checking out her hair in a casual manner)
Kelly:
Well? What’s the verdict?
Ted: Hey,
I think it rocks. You’re like that singer chick….what’s her name?
Katie: (coldly) Pink?
Ted: Yeah!
That’s it.
Katie: (sarcastically) Thanks.
Kelly:
Okay Ted, so you think it looks cool, but would you take her out on a date
like that?
Ted: Whoa,
hold up a minute, you didn’t say I had to take her out on a date. You just
said I had to tell her that her hair looked good.
Katie: I
can’t believe this! (to Kelly)
First you lie to me about my hair, and then you go and get some guy to do the
same thing!
Kelly:
Look Katie, I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you feel better… you
know, boost your confidence so that you would have a good time on your date.
You haven’t been on a date in over a year.
(Ted snickers at this. Kelly smacks him on the arm.)
Ted: Hey I’ve
got a hat you could wear. I use it whenever I don’t have time to take a
shower.
(Katie and Kelly make grossed out faces.)
Katie: No
thanks, Ted. If I drive him away it’s not going to be because of your nasty
smelling head sweat.
Ted: Hey
man, your loss. I gotta take off though. I think my pizza’s probably here. (Ted exits stage left and gives a peace sign as he walks out.)
Kelly: Bye
Ted.
(Katie sighs)
Kelly:
Katie, let me be honest with you…
(Katie gives her a warning look)
Kelly:
Your hair is pink…
Katie: (sarcastically) No!
Kelly: But
the color of your hair has nothing to do with your personality. You are an
amazing person. You’re smart, sweet, and totally funny. Why else do you
think I love having you as a roommate?
Katie:
Because being next to me makes you look a lot better by comparison.
Kelly:
See? That was funny!
Katie:
Kelly, I really don’t think I can go on this date, great personality or not.
I’m going to scare him by looking like a freak!
Kelly: No
you’re not. You’re not a freak. You’re just a girl who haphazardly, and
temporarily, turned her hair pink. If he bolts the moment he sees you then he’s
a jerk who doesn’t deserve to date you anyway. If you just give it a chance
then this could be something you both laugh about together in the future. But
there won’t be a future if you refuse to meet him.
Katie: (hesitantly) Okay, you’re right. I’ll go.
Kelly: Oh
good! (gives Katie a big hug) You’re
going to have so much fun! Besides, I’ll bet there’s something about him
that he’s afraid you’re not going to like, too. Everybody’s
self-conscious about something.
Katie: (sarcastically) Yeah,
maybe he’s got fuchsia toe hair.
(Knock at the door)
Katie: (frantic again) Oh crap, he’s here! Tell him I’m sick! I came
down with the flu!
Kelly: (motherly) I’m not going to do that. You’re going! (starts
walking towards the door)
Katie: No!
Kelly, please don’t open the door!
(Kelly opens the door as Katie presses up against the wall out from the
line of sight of the door. Standing there as the door opens are Sarah and
Marc. Marc has on sunglasses and is holding a cane. He is blind.)
Sarah: Hi!
I’m Sarah. You must be Kelly.
Kelly:
Yes. Hi, Sarah.
Sarah:
This is Marc.
Marc: (smiling) Hi. Nice to meet you. (holds
out his hand a little bit away from Kelly)
Kelly: (shaking Marc’s hand) Hi, Marc.
Sarah: Is
Katie here? Her and Marc are going on a date tonight.
Kelly: (smiling) Yes, she’s here. (reaches
for Katie’s arm and pulls her around to the door)
Sarah:
Wow! Katie, your hair…
Kelly: (finishing Sarah’s sentence) Looks fabulous doesn’t it?
Sarah: (catching on) Oh, yeah, um… it looks great! I love it when you
wear it like that!
Marc: (genuine) I’m sure it looks amazing. Hi, I’m Marc. (holds
out his hand)
Katie: (taking his hand. Slightly shy) Hi, I’m Katie.
Marc: It’s
nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.
Katie: (blushing) All good things I hope.
Marc: No,
but there were a few wonderful things.
(Katie is grinning very largely)
Sarah:
Well kids, I’ve got to get going. I’m in a “No Parking” zone and I don’t
want to get busted by the rent-a-cops. He’s all yours, Katie. (gives
Katie a goodbye hug)
Katie:
Bye.
Sarah: It
was nice meeting you, Kelly.
Kelly: You
too.
Sarah: See
ya, Marc. (jokingly) Behave
yourself.
Marc: Bye,
Sarah.
(Sarah exits stage left)
Kelly: So,
where are you two planning on going?
Marc: Well
I was hoping we could have dinner at Pisano’s and then go to this jazz club
I know of and just chill out while we listen to some great music. If you don’t
mind driving, that is.
Katie: Of
course not. That sounds great.
Kelly:
Well you two have a wonderful time. (pats
Katie on the head) Don’t stay out too late, Pumpkin.
Katie: I
won’t, Muffin.
Kelly: It
was nice meeting you, Marc.
Marc: You
too.
(Kelly goes back to reading her book)
Marc: (to Katie) Ready? (holds out
his arm)
Katie: (gladly accepts it) Ready.
(Marc and Katie are conversing as they exit)
Marc: So
how are things with you?
Katie:
They’re good. Actually, an interesting thing happened to me today……
(End of Play)
We
All Scream for Ice Cream
Copyright ©
2003 Joyce Gunter Parker. All Rights Reserved.
Obtain permission to
perform the play and acknowledge the author in the performance program. The
author would be interested in viewing any performance of her work; information
on date, time and location of performance would be appreciated. Questions
concerning creative interpretation or other aspects of the plays for
performance purposes may also be directed to the author if desired.
Setting: A doctor’s office
at a hospital
Characters:
Nell
– an intelligent 18 year old girl who is usually
very mature for her age. Lately she has been truant from school, and is not
really sure what is her problem.
Mom
– a co-dependent hypochondriac who tries to do everything for her
daughter. Is worried about Nell’s health because Nell has been missing
school.
Nurse –
a large, black woman who usually has a good disposition and is usually
patient with people. Tries to do her job well.
Doctor
– in his late 40’s. Is very busy; doesn’t have a lot of time for one
on one with patients. Can be read with a foreign accent if desired.
Kent
– Nell’s boyfriend. 20 years old, very tall (about 6’ 5”), and
characteristically calm, loving and stable. Will do anything to help Nell.
*Prop
suggestion for nitrous oxide nosepiece: a swimmer’s nose plug
(The scene opens on Nell and her mom sitting in a
waiting room of a doctor’s office, stage left. Nell is looking at a
magazine; her mom is reading a self-help book.)
Nell:
Why are we here? I hate doctor’s offices.
Mom: You
know why we’re here, honey. Your school says you have to have a doctor’s
note every time you’re absent.
Nell: I
know, but why are we here? This
isn’t even my regular doctor. I don’t know who
this guy is.
Mom:
Well your regular doctor won’t write you any more notes. (mutters
to herself) The jerk. (to Nell) You
would think he would be a little bit nicer to someone who’s sick.
Nell: I’m
not sick!
Mom:
Then why are you missing school?
Nell: (quietly) I don’t know.
Mom: (very sure of herself) You’re sick. That’s why we have to bring
you here today. I’ve already taken you to the podiatrist, gynecologist,
and oncologist. They won’t write you any more notes either.
Nell: So
what are you going to do, drag me to every doctor in the state until they're
all so sick of us that we have to go to Kansas?
Mom: No,
you'll just have to start going to school.
(Nell rolls her eyes)
Nurse:
Nell Heart?
(Nell and her mom get up to follow the nurse)
Nell: (noticing her mom following her) You're not coming with me.
Mom: Yes
I am.
Nell: No you're not.
Mom: (trying to keep her voice down) I
have to make sure they check for the right things. They don't know what to
look for.
(Nell makes a frustrated noise and gives up arguing)
Nurse:
You'll be in Room 2. The doctor should be in shortly. (exits
stage right)
(Nell sits on the patient table and her mom sits in a chair)
Mom: Now
I don't want you telling the doctor that there's nothing wrong with you. You
always make it sound like I'm making up things.
Nell:
Well you do make up things.
Mom: No,
I just have to let the doctor know what's really going on because you won't
tell him.
Nell:
That's because there's nothing wrong.
(Doctor walks in a sits on his doctor stool)
Doctor: (looking down at his clipboard) So what brings you here today?
Nell: My
mom made me come.
Doctor: (looking up) And why did your mom make you come?
(Nell shrugs)
Mom:
Because she's sick.
Doctor: (speaks like he is surprised) You're sick?! Well then, we'll have to
fix that. (begins examining Nell's
ears and throat) So what seems to be the trouble?
(Nell opens her mouth to speak but the doctor shoves a tongue
depressor down her throat)
Doctor:
Say "AH".
Nell:
AH.
Mom:
Well she hardly ever eats and she looks really pale.....I think she might be
anorexic. Look how skinny she is.
Doctor:
I believe I was asking Nell.
Nell:
Well, I don't really know what's wrong with me. But I've been so sick that
I've missed a lot of school lately, so if you could just write me a
note.....
Doctor:
I think we need to do a blood test.
Nell: (getting panicky) What?! No!
Doctor:
I think that's the only way to find out what the problem is. Then hopefully
we can rule some things out and make a diagnosis.
Nell: I
don't think that's a good idea! I mean, I just have a sore throat....you
could prescribe me some antibiotics and then everything would be fine!
Mom:
Honey, I think he's right. A blood test will check for just about
everything. You could be diabetic, anemic....you could even have cancer!
Nell:
Mom! I don't have cancer!
Mom: (ignoring Nell) And then if we find out that it's none of those
things, we can move from the physical to the psychological. You're probably
depressed.
Nell: (begging) If I'm depressed than take me to a psychiatrist and get me
some Prozac, but please don't make me get my blood tested! Anything but
that!
Doctor: Don't worry. It won't hurt at all. In fact, it hurts more when
they just prick your finger.
Nell: (like a deer in headlights) You mean they're not going to just prick
my finger?
Doctor:
No, of course not. They're going to take it from one of your veins. I'll go
get the nurse and send her in. Don't worry. She's very gentle. (Doctor
exits stage right)
Nell: (panicking) Oh my gosh! I can't do this! I have to leave! I can't
have a needle in my arm!
Mom:
Honey, it'll be okay. Just look the other way when they do it.
Nell:
Are you kidding me? I’ll still be able to feel it!!
(Nurse enters from stage right)
Nurse:
Hi. How are you?
Nell:
Horrible.
Nurse:
Oh come on now baby, it can't be that bad.
Nell: I
think it can.
Nurse:
Now look, I've done this a hundred times and ain't nobody died yet. Now do
you want your mom to be in here while we do this?
Nell:
No.
Mom:
Honey, are you sure? I can stay. Do you want me to hold your hand?
Nell:
No, Mom.
Nurse:
Alright then. Mom goes to the waiting room. Don't worry, (laughing)
I'll take good care of her.
Mom: (smiling) Okay. I'll be right out here if you change you're mind,
sweetie. (Mom goes and sits in the
waiting room and reads her book)
Nurse:
Now don’t worry sweetie pie, it’ll all be over real soon. I’m just
gonna need your arm for a second. Now I’m gonna tie this tourniquet around
your arm to keep the blood right where I want it. (starts
tying a tourniquet around Nell’s left arm)
(Nell shudders at the word “blood”)
Nurse:
What’s the matter, honey? You don’t like needles?
Nell: (trying to look away from her left arm) I wouldn’t say I don’t
like them…..(cringes) I just
think they’re the work of Satan. (still
cringing)
Nurse:
Now what are you fussin’ about? I haven’t even done anything yet.
Nell:
Yeah, but I know you’re going to.
Nurse:
Well you just keep looking over there and I’ll just keep talkin’, and by
the time I’m done you won’t even know what happened. (straightens
Nell’s arm out and is about to stick the needle in)
Nell: (pulling arm back; upset) Don’t! I can’t do this. I can’t. I
can’t.
Nurse:
Do you want your momma back in here?
Nell: (pouting) No.
Nurse:
Do you want me to try again?
Nell: (trying to be brave) Yeah.
Nurse:
Okay, now straighten your arm out for me…
Nell: I
can’t.
Nurse:
Why not? (unties the tourniquet)
Nell: (squirmy) Because I know that when I straighten my arm out, you’re
going to stick me. Just that feeling of straightening my elbow makes me want
to curl up into a ball and hide. (holds
her arms close to her chest to cover up her veins) I feel so
exposed.
Nurse:
Well I can’t take your blood if you don’t straighten out your arm.
Nell: (in a “duh!” kind of voice) I know!
Nurse:
Come on now. We gotta get this done. Just relax and straighten out your arm
for me.
(Nell reluctantly holds out her arm)
Nurse:
Okay now, where do you go to school?
Nell: (looking the other way and cringing in anticipation as she speaks)
Phoenix High School.
Nurse:
Are you a senior? (ties on tourniquet)
Nell: (still cringing) Yeah.
Nurse:
And what’s your favorite subject? (begins
lowering needle)
Nell: (shouting) I’m calling my lawyer!!
Nurse: (stunned) Excuse me?
Nell:
You’re searching without a warrant!
Nurse:
What?!
Nell: I
mean you’re holding me against my will!!
Nurse: (slightly defensive) Look honey, I can’t make you do this if you
don’t want to. (unties the
tourniquet) I’m just tryin’ to help you get a note for school. If
you don’t get your blood drawn, then the doctor can’t write you an
excuse.
Nell: (sighing) I know. I guess we better try again.
Nurse:
Are you sure?
Nell:
Yes.
Nurse:
Now I’m trying to get you to relax, but you keep squirmin’ all over the
place.
Nell: I
can’t help it….I have a phobia of needles, and blood, and probably
doctor’s offices, for that matter.
Nurse:
Well let me think……we don’t usually do this, but maybe we can try some
of this nitrous oxide over here. (laughing)
That will really make you relax. You’ll be laughin’ at the dots on the
ceiling.
Nell: (a little bit excited) Is that the stuff they use at the dentist’s
office?
Nurse:
It sure is. Except the stuff we got
is a little bit stronger since we’re in hospital and all.
Nell:
Ooooo! Good! I like that stuff.
Nurse:
Alright then, let’s get you hooked up to the tank. I’m just gonna put
this little thing over your nose, and we’ll get you all loopy. (puts
nosepiece on Nell) Now let me make sure this thing is on high. (checks
tank) Okay, start breathing through your nose. It should start working
any minute. (starts to tie the tourniquet on Nell’s arm again) Is it working
yet?
Nell: (speaks in a nasal voice because her nose is being pinched) No.
Nurse:
Well it should be. I’ve got it up as high as it can go. (starts
to raise needle)
Nell: (still nasally but panicking) Wait!! It’s not working!! It’s not
working!!
Nurse:
Well hon, I don’t know what to tell ya….
Nell: (throwing off the nosepiece) I’m getting out of here! (Nell
walks out of the room and is passing through the waiting room)
Mom: (confused) Nell, where are you going?
Nell: (as she is walking out) I’m going to the bathroom. (stops
just outside the waiting room, takes out her cell phone and dials)
Nell: (spoken fast and urgently) Hello? Hey, you’ve got to get me out of
here! (pause) (realizing it’s not
who she thought it was, so speaks in a normal voice) Oh…uh sorry, is
Kent there? Okay. (pause) Kent? (urgent
again) You’ve got to get me out here! (hysterically)
Because they’re trying to kill me!! (pause)
With needles and stuff! They’re trying to stab me! You’ve got to come
and get me! (pause) What do you
mean “what’s really going on?” I told you! They’re trying to take my
blood! (pause) Hey! That’s not funny! Stop laughing. (pause) I am not over-exaggerating!
(pause) Why won’t you come get
me? (pause) I’m not trying to
run away, I just want you to come and get me! (pause)
St. Mark’s Hospital. (pause)
Yeah. Suite 505. (pause) Okay. (pause)
Okay. I know! See you in a little while. Bye.
(Nell’s mom comes out into the hallway)
Mom:
Nell, what are you doing?
Nell: (frustrated) I just called Kent to ask him to come and rescue me,
but he won’t do it. He was like (mockingly)
“I can’t let you run away from this, but I will come up there and give
you moral support”. Yeah, thanks a lot, Kent. I don’t need moral
support. I need a moral get-away car.
Mom:
Well I think he’s doing the right thing. He knows how important this is.
Nell:
Yeah, whatever.
Mom:
While you were out here, the doctor told me that he won’t see you anymore
unless you get your blood taken. So even if you runaway now, you’ll just
have to get it done the next time you come in.
Nell: I
wasn’t planning on there being a next time.
(Kent enters stage left)
Kent:
Hi. (gives Nell a big hug and kisses her on the forehead)
Nell: (grumpily) Hi. I wish we were already halfway back to your house by
now.
Kent: (lovingly) You know I can’t let you do that. If this it what the
doctor says needs to be done, then you should do it, sweetheart.
Nell: (whining) But I really don’t want to.
Kent: I
know. But I’m going to stand right next to you and hold your hand the
whole time, okay?
Nell: (reluctantly) Okay.
Kent:
That’s my girl. Now let’s go back in there and get this over with. Then
I’ll take you out for ice cream.
(All three walk back into the waiting room)
Mom: You
two go ahead. I’ll stay here. (sits
down in chair)
(Kent and Nell walk into the patient room. Nell sits on the
patient table and Kent stands on her right side. The nurse walks in stage
right.)
Nurse: I
see you brought the troops with you.
Nell:
This is my boyfriend. He’s going to stay with me.
(Kent squeezes her hand)
Nurse:
Does that mean you want me to try this again?
Nell:
Yeah. Just one more time. If I can’t do it this time, then I’m going to
go home.
Nurse:
Okay baby, we’ll give it a whirl. (starts
tying the tourniquet on Nell’s left arm) Are you ready?
Nell: (determined) Yes.
Nurse:
Okay here we go…
(Nell squeezes her eyes shut as the nurse successfully sticks the
needle in and draws the blood. During this, Kent sees the needle and the
tube of blood being filled and passes out on the floor.)
Nurse:
Okay, it’s all over. You can look now.
Nell: (looking at the nurse and smiling) That wasn’t as bad as I thought
it was going to be.
Nurse:
Well congratulations, but somebody didn’t think so. (motions
to Kent who is still on the floor)
(Nell notices Kent, gets down on the floor next to him, and props his head
up with her hand while she tries to revive him; Kent stays unconscious.)
Nell: (jokingly) Well, I guess I’m not going to get that ice cream
after all!
(End of Play)
Blind Date 2m 3f
We All Scream For
Ice Cream 2m 3f