Enjoy, vote, and maybe leave a few comments ^_^  just a small skript I wrote while waiting hours at the doctor today.
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Amir/Hisham: *jumping up from their seats, and pumping their fists into the air* YESSSS!

*As the crowd starts cheering and screaming, Kareemo, who is sitting in between his mother, and his cousin Hamoudi, claps his hands over his ears, a scowl on his face*

Kareem: *bellowing* MAMA!

*Yusra doesn't hear him, and just keeps cheering for Houssam who is running down the court with the ball*

Kareem: *standing up on his seat, and grabbing her face* MAMA!

Yusra: Oh! Yes Kareemo?

Kareem: IT'S TOO LOUD MAMA! I CAN'T HEAR MY HEAD TALK NO MORES!

Yusra: *in amusement* You mean you can't hear yourself think?

Kareemo: Ya Mama! It's too loud!

*He is drowned out again by the roaring of the spectators as Freddy scores a basket, and this time he gives out a cry of distress as not only his father and his uncle jump up with the crowd once more, but they are also joined by Ilham, Hana, and a beaming Ayyoubi, Hamoudi, Layla, and Dawud, all of the children's faces being painted in the New York Knicks colors.

Houssam was only in town because his current team was playing against his former team, the LA Lakers, and when Hana found out that Yusra and Amir, Hisham and Ilham, and all of the children, except for little Zaineb, were planning on heading over to LA to watch the game, she had taken time off of work to join her husband, and visit with family. At first, the children had been thrilled, especially Kareemo who was still riding high from his brush with fame at his preschool. Unfortunately, he had not been prepared for the high noise level, and though they were up in the family box, he was not having it at all.*

Kareemo: MAMA MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!

Yusra: *putting an arm around him, and pulling him against her* Baby, I can't make them stop yelling.

Kareemo: *wailing* But WHY are they yelling?!

Yusra: *brushing Kareem's hair away from his face* They are happy for Khalo Houssam and his friends because they are winning!

Kareem: *sniffing* Can't they be happy but quiet? It's hurting my EARS!

*The last word that Kareem wails catches Amir's attention, and he leans over Ayyoub, to talk to his wife*

Amir: What is it? What's wrong?

Yusra: *rubbing Kareem's back* He says it's too loud in here and it's hurting his ears.

*Soon everyone else realizes something is going on, and as they are all caught up to speed with what is going on, Houssam's agent, Harold, leans forward from the seat behind them, where he had been simultaneously typing on two phones at once.*

Harold: You could take him to our press room for a bit to cool down if you want? No one is in there right now, and there are some refreshments laid out.

Yusra: *looking over at where Kareem is bawling, but as Houssam has just made another score and the crowd is screaming, it just looks like he has his mouth dropped open and his eyes scrunched closed* Okay, I'm going to have to do that.

Amir: *half standing from his seat* Do you want me to take him instead love?

Yusra: *lifting up Kareem* No it's okay, I could use some quiet also, my head is hurting a bit.

Amir: Okay, let me know if you need me...*he trails off as Houssam makes a steal, waving his large blue 'Shaykh #18 But He's #1' foam finger wildly around.*

*After getting quick directions from Harold on where to go, the two of them make their way out of the box, and once they are a good enough distance away that the noise isn't so deafening, Yusra puts Kareemo down, and takes his hand instead, smiling down at him.*

Yusra: Better honey?

Kareemo: *grinning up at her* Yes Mama. Thank you very much!

Yusra: Of course habibi! *she pushes open the doors marked 'Press Room' with a sign under it that says 'NY Knicks', and as they enter the room, and approach the refreshment table, Kareemo's eye widen, and his mouth drops.*

Kareemo: Oh my goodness Mama! *he lets go of her hand to clap his hands to his face* Look at the millions of kinds of cookies!

*Yusra laughs, and picks up a small plate*

Yusra: I don't think there are a million! I think there are... *she pauses to count quickly* fourteen different kinds!

Kareem: *taking the plate from her* Wow! May I please have one of all of them Mama!?

*She laughs again, shaking her head*

Yusra: That was a very polite way of you to ask Kareemo, but no you may not. You may have two now but no dessert tonight, or you may have one now, and a small dessert after dinner!

*It takes awhile for Kareem to choose and decide if he wants one or two, but eventually he picks some grapes, and an orange frosted sugar cookie, deciding he would rather have some dessert later on with his brother and cousins. Yusra takes a few strawberries and grapes as well, and the two of them sit side by side as they eat.*

Kareemo: *munching on his cookie* Mama?

Yusra: Yes baby?

Kareemo: How come, how come there are so many chairs here? And what's that for? *he points at the table at the front of the room that has the Knicks logo on the front of it, and chairs set up behind it.*

Yusra: Because there is going to be a press conference in here after the game!

Kareemo: Mama, what's a press coffeerence?

Yusra: *smiling* Well, in a press conference, lot's of reporters are going to be asking Khalo and some of his friends questions about their game so it can be online and in the newspaper and on TV!

Kareemo: Um, um, friends like Amu Freddy?

Yusra: Yes!

Kareemo: Oh *he takes another bite, smearing orange frosting over his face* Mama?

Yusra: Yes?

Kareemo: How come, how come nobody asks me about my games? I have lots of games that I play!

*Yusra laughs*

Yusra: Because Khalo and his friends are big stars remember?

Kareemo: *grumbling* I'm a little star.

Yusra: *patting her son's head fondly* Yes you are habibi.

*They eat their food in relative silence, talking once in awhile so that Yusra can answer a few more questions, and by the time they are done, Kareemo announces that he feels well enough to go back to the game, though he can't help but ask his mother for more cookies, which she denies.*

*LATER AFTER THE GAME*

*The gang are waiting in one of the conference rooms that Harold has rented for the families of the players to hang out in as they aren't exactly going to be able to, or want to be in the locker rooms while the players shower and change.*

*Amir and Hisham are standing in the corner chatting with Houssam's personal assistant, the Shaykh/Ismail women are chatting, Dawud is sitting on the ground next to Hisham, tapping away on his phone, Layla is sitting on a chair next to her mother reading, Hamoudi and Ayyoubi are playing quietly with Power Rangers near their fathers, and though Kareem has one in his grasp as well, he is scowling. Suddenly he stands up, and pulls on Amir's pant leg.*

Kareemo: Baba! *he tugs again* Baba, Baba!

*Amir, who is in deep discussion with the other two men about what to use to prevent razor burn, doesn't hear his son, and Kareemo gives a pout of annoyance, before sulking over to his mother.*

Kareemo: *tugging on Yusra's abaya* Mama?

*Yusra is in deep discussion with Ilham and Hana about which leave in conditioner is best to help with split ends, but her motherly instincts kick in, and she hears him.*

Yusra: *looking down at him* Kareemo habibi, did you need something?

Kareem: Yes! I'm bored!

Yusra: I know baby, we will leave soon.

Kareem: What's taking so long Mama?

Yusra: We have to wait for Khalo to do his press conference and shower.

Kareem: *wrinkling his nose* Why is he taking his shower at the coffeerence?!

*The ladies laugh, and Yusra shakes her head*

Yusra: Just be patient habibi, we will leave soon*

*Kareem's head dips down, and he shuffles back over to where Hamoudi is now playing by himself, as Ayyoub has joined a few of the other little kids in the room in a game of Red Light, Green Light.*

Hamoudi: Hey Kareemo

Kareem: *giving a deep sigh* Hi Hamoudi

Hamoudi: What's wrong?

Kareem: *sighing more* I want to leave!

Hamoudi: We will leave soon, don't worry. We just have to wait for Amu Houssam then we can go!

Kareem: You don't understand Hamoudi! We won't leave for a long time!

Hamoudi: *in confusion* How come?

Kareem: A cause Khalo has a coffeerence! And it takes so long!

Hamoudi: Kareem, what's a coffeerence?

Kareem: It's it's where the newspaper and the television ask Khalo and his friends all the questions and puts them on the line. Then they eat all the food! They can't leave till all the food is finished Hamoudi, and there was so much food!

Hamoudi: Wow! Really?

Kareem: Yes! I sawed the room! It had some fruits, and chips, but it also had eleventy kinds of cookies, and a million of each cookie! I think they call it the cookie room!

Hamoudi: *putting a hand to his grumbling tummy.* Kareemo, did you say that the coffeerence can't be over until all the food is gone?

Kareemo: *nodding* Yes

Hamoudi: *determinedly* Then we will have to help and eat as many of the cookies as we can!

*Kareemo is a little surprised to hear this, as he is the one who is usually getting his shy cousin into mischief, but Kareem Houssam Malik was never one to turn down a cookie!*

Kareemo: *his tone taking on an authoritative tone* We have to go now while our Mamas and our Babas are yapping, and afore Khalo Houssam comes back!

*They drop to the floor, and start to sneak to the doorway, but are pulled up short by Harold, who is standing right in front of the door, talking loudly into his headset*

Kareemo: Oh no! I forgotted about Khalo's loud friend!

Hamoud: What're we gonna do Kareemo?

*Kareemo pauses to think, tapping his finger against his chin, before his green eyes, that he got from his Baba, light up*

Kareemo: I gots it! *he pulls out the Power Ranger from his pocket, before watching Harold intently, waiting for the right time to strike. The moment that Harold bends over to tie his shoe, Kareemo throws his Power Ranger as hard as he can in the direction of the life sized cardboard cutout of Houssam, and it falls to the floor, not hurting anybody, but causing a loud commotion. Everyone looks over, including Harold, who quickly stands up to assess the damage, and once he is out of the way, the two boys hurry out of the room.*

Kareemo: Come on Hamoudi! *they run as fast as their little legs will carry them down the hallway, pausing a couple of times to switch directions since Kareemo was trying to remember which way to go, but soon they reach the press room. One of the large wooden oak doors are propped halfway open with a doorstop, and the room is alive and noisy with reporters eagerly waiting for the players*

*The two cousins slip in unnoticed among all of the people, and huddle in a corner, whispering quietly.*

Kareemo: Okay Hamoudi, see there? *he points to the refreshments table, which seems to have had more food added* That's, the cookie table!

Hamoudi: *his eyes widening as he takes in all the cookies and desserts and other snacks* Wow! Kareemo, there are so many sweets!

Kareem: *his voice stern* No Hamoudi! Keep your eyes on the prizes! The cookies!

Hamoudi: Okay! What's the plan!?

*They watch the reporters occasionally go back and forth to the table, before Kareem grabs his cousins hand*

Kareem: Let's go! *he drags him towards the plates, and stands on his tiptoes. He accidentally almost knocks over the whole stack, but at the last second the two of them manage to stop them from falling*

Hamoudi: *taking a plate from Kareem* Kareemo, can I have any of the cookies I want?

Kareemo: A course! Hurry Hamoudi!

*They begin to pile the cookies onto the plates until there isn't anymore room, and to their dismay when they realize they haven't made a dent in the cookies, at Kareemo's suggestion, they begin to stuff them into their pockets, and up their sleeves, before a pair of chatting reporters saunters over, and they hurry away*

Kareemo: Okay Hamoudi, we are just gonna hafta eat as much as we can, and then fill more!

Hamoudi: *who is already munching on a chocolate chip cookie* Okay Kareemo. Where should we sit?

*Kareem scans the room, before his eyes land on two empty chairs set conveniently behind a table. As the two boys take a seat in the chairs, and put their plates down, they begin to eat.*

*What they have failed to realize, as two innocent little boys would, is that they are sitting at the table reserved for the players, and they have now gathered the attention of all of the reporters*

Reporter 1: Hey! Isn't that Shaykh's kid!?

Reporter 2: No, no! That's his wife's kid! He just adopted him after they got married!

Reporter 3: You are both wrong! He's the babysitter's son!

Reporter 4: That doesn't even make sense! Why would Shaykh need a babysitter if he doesn't have kids!

Reporter 5: No, no! Shaykh used to babysit him!

Reporter 9: Why would Shaykh need a babysitting job!?

Reporter 6: You all are wrong! That's his sister's kid!

*silence*

All the reporters: Oh yeahhh!!!!

Reporter 7: But who is the other kid?

Reporter 2: Maybe that is Shaykh's kid!

Reporter 8: HE DOESN'T HAVE A KID!

*MEANWHILE*

*Back in the family lounge*

Yusra: I totally don't understand what the hype is about coconut water! I mean it's not any better tha...*she pauses and looks down as a Ayyoubi is tugging on her abaya*

Ayyoubi: Mama?

Yusra: Yes baby?

Ayyoubi: Where's Kareemo? *he reaches over and grabs Ilham's abaya too, tugging on both of their dresses at once* Tante Ilhami, where's Hamoudi?

Yusra: Aren't they playing with you?

Ayyoubi: *shaking his head* No, I was sitting with Layla coloring next to Baba and Amu Hisham.

Yusra: Wait...they have to be around here somewhere... *she begins to scan the room, and when she can't see them, she hurries over to Amir, Ilham hot on her heels. When the men confirm that they haven't seen the boys either, and a quick consult with Dawud, who is engrossed on his phone, lets them know that he doesn't remember the last time he saw them...*

Ilham: *shrieking* YA ALLAH!

Hisham: *putting a hand on Ilham's shoulder* Okay hayatee don't panic..

Ilham: DON'T PANIC?! OUR CHILDREN WERE STOLEN!?

Amir: *reasonably* Knowing Kareem, I don't think he would go quietly if anybody tried to steal him. Plus, there are a lot of people around who know who he is. The two of them probably just wandered away.

Harold: *who had heard Ilham shrieking all the way from outside, and came in to investigate* Hey, what's wrong?

Ilham: OUR CHILDREN WERE STOLEN!

Hisham: Ilham!

Harold: *in surprise* What?

Amir: Well, we aren't sure about that, we just can't find them. We are guessing *here he shoots Ilham a warning look* that they got bored and wandered off.

Harold: Well, that would explain why I found this near Shaykh's knocked down cutout*he pulls out Kareem's Power Ranger*

Ilham: OH NO! They left Kareem's toy for ransom!

Hana: *trying to hide her amusement* Who left his toy?

Ilham: THE KIDNAPPERS!

Hisham: Okay, you need to calm down Ilham!

Amir: If I know my son like I know I do, he probably threw his toy to create a distraction so he could run out. And he probably dragged poor Hamoudi with him!

Ilham: OR THE KIDNAPPE...

Amir/Hisham/Yusra/Hana: ILHAM!

Harold: Okay, don't worry, I will get Jay down here to go and scour the area for them. There is a lot of security, so there is no way they could leave the hotel.

*He calls up Jay, Houssam's bodyguard, and once he has given them the affirmative, the parents and Harold break off into search teams, Hana staying with Dawud and Ayyoub, not taking her eyes off of them even for a single second at Ilham's orders.*

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*BACK IN THE PRESS ROOM*

*The two boys remain blissfully unaware of not only the reporters trying to figure out their identities, but of the turmoil of their parents trying to find them, and are happily eating their cookies, and talking about the new Incredibles movie they saw*

Hamoudi: I really um, I really liked Jack Jack!

Kareemo: Me too! But my favoritest part of the whole movie is...*he is interrupted by the reporters arguing, and he looks over in annoyance* Scuse me! *they don't hear him, and he sits up on his knees trying to get their attention* SCUSE ME!

*His voice echoes across the room, as he had ended up lining up in front of one of the microphones, and the room falls silent*

Reporter 1: Yes?

Kareemo: Can you be more quiet please? We are trying to eat so many cookies so we can hurry and go with my Khalo Houssam!

*A quick murmuring breaks across the room as the reporters all simultaneously pull out their phones and search up what 'Khalo' means. Luckily, there is an Arab reporter in the midst, and he steps forward*

Arab Reporter: So you're Houssam Shaykh's nephew?

Kareemo: *nodding before biting into a vanilla wafer* Yep his favorite one!

Reporter 4: And who is your friend?

*Kareemo makes a 'duh' face*

Kareemo: This is Hamoudi. He is my bestest friend in the whole wide world, and he is my cousin!

Reporter 2: Oh that's nice. What is your name then?

Kareem: My name is Kareem.

Reporter 5: Did you like the game tonight?

Kareemo: Ummm I likeded watching Khalo playing with his friends. But I didn't, I didn't like all the screaming! Why do they have to scream!

*Hamoudi leans forward*

Hamoudi: *whispering* Kareemo?

Kareemo: *whispering back* Yes?

Hamoudi: I think they want you to have a coffeerence!

Kareemo: *popping a small chocolate chip cookie into his mouth* Me? Why do you think that?

Hamoudi: They are asking you all the questions!

*Kareemo scans the reporters who are all watching him in expectant amusement, and suddenly he gasps, and grabs Hamoudi's arm*

Kareemo: Hamoudi! I did it! I'm a big star now! I have to answer all their questions!

Hamoudi: *who is on his eighth cookie* Yes! You can do it Kareemo!

*Kareemo finishes his lemon bite, before turning back to the microphone*

Kareemo: *trying to copy his Khalo's interview persona that he has seen many times* I will answer three or ten more questions, no questions bout the middle of the east, please I will gived autographs.

*The reporters laugh, and since they know from experience that the players won't be there for at least another ten minutes, they decide to have a little fun, as Kareemo has proven many times with his previous runs in with the press, that he is very lively and funny. Though they smartly turn off their recorders and cameras as none of them want to get sued into oblivion for exploiting a minor.*

Reporter 3: *asking worriedly* Do your parents know where you are?

*Hamoudi looks nervous, but Kareemo responds by stuffing another cookie into his mouth*

Kareemo: My Mama is the one who brought me to the cookie room!

Reporter 6: So tell us! How is it having your Uncle being a big basketball star?

Kareemo: It is the bestest in the world.

Reporter 6: So would you say you're lucky?

*Kareemo makes his 'duh' face again*

Kareemo: A course! 

Reporter 1: What's your favorite thing about your Uncle?

Kareemo: *tapping his finger on his chin thoughtfully* Ummm he's funny! And he always plays all the games with me and he cooks nummy foods, and he buys me presents and he loves me!

Reporter 5: What's...

Kareemo: *holding a hand up* Wait please, I hafta eat more cookies. You can ask Hamoudi a question now a cause he's gonna be a star now too! *he starts to munch on a fudge dipped cookie, and Hamoudi stares wide eyed at the reporters*

Reporter 3: *an older looking woman who had been worried about if their parents knew where they were*  How did you like the game today?

Hamoudi: *whispering so quietly you can barely hear him* it was really nice

Reporter 3: I'm sorry?

Hamoudi: *speaking even quieter than the first time* it was really nice

Reporter 3: I'm sorry honey we can't hear you!

Kareemo: *his mouth full of cookies* He said it was really nice! *he swallows* Hamoudi is kind of shy!

Reporter 8: But you're not shy are you?

Kareemo: *shaking his head* No way! I'm a star! Like my Khalo! Who has my next question?!

Reporter 5: Are you going to be a basketball player like your Uncle when you grow up?

Kareemo: Hey! I am growed up! I'm gonna start kindergerten in one year! And Hamoudi is in kindergarten already!

*The reporters laugh*

Reporter 2: Okay, what job do you want to have then?

Kareemo: I think I want to be a basketball player who eats ice cream and cookies for monies!

Reporter 5: Oh that sounds good!

Reporter 1: What is your favorite food?

Hamoudi/Kareemo: Cookies!

Reporter 3: We can see that! How many cookies have you had so far? Don't get sick!

Kareemo: Ummm I think sixty four!

Reporter 1: Do you have a favorite cartoon?

Kareemo: I love Ninja Turtles! And Scooby Doo! But my new favorite is The Flash because he runs so so so super fast! And I also run so super fast!

Hamoudi: *quietly, with a shy smile* He practices his running, and he is super fast!

Kareemo: *beaming at his cousin* I think I run faster than Khalo! Than anyone in all the whole wide world!

Reporter 7: I bet you do!

Reporter 4: What else do you like to do?

Kareemo: I like to play games with Power Rangers and Ninja Turtles and other fun things with Hamoudi and my best brother Ayyoubi and my other cousin Layla! And and I like cookies! And I like Superman and Batman! And I like cookies! And my Mama loves Disney so much so I love Disney too and cookies and I love my Mama and my Baba and my Khalo Houssam and my Khaltu Hana and my Jiddo and my Jiddah and my Khaltu Khadija and my Khaltu Latifa and my Khaltu Wafaa and my Amu Mustafa and my Amu Rachid and...

*Kareemo blabbers on for another couple of minutes about all the things he loves with the occasional added comment from Hamoudi. Just as Kareemo is listing every single animal he loves, (and Kareemo loves almost every animal except for spiders!) Jay enters the doors at the back of the room, and as he spots the boys, he starts to walk towards them*

Hamoudi: *grabbing Kareemo's arm* Kareemo! Look!

Kareemo: Oh no! It's Mr. Jay! Khalo's buddyguard!

Jay: Kareem! Hamoudi! Let's go!

Kareemo: HAMOUDI RUNNNNN! *he looks at the reporters* Thanks for the questions! No more questions! Bye!

*Hamoudi remains rooted in his chair, but Kareemo grabs a handful of cookies, before he slips out of his chair, and dashes down the aisle.*

Jay: Kareem! Come on, don't do this to me...*muttering* again...

Kareemo: *who is running down the hallway as fast as he can, cookie crumbs trailing behind him* YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME! I'M SO FAST I'M THE FLASH!

*Jay sighs, and looks down at where Hamoudi is standing next to him, looking up at him*

Hamoudi: Do you want a cookie Mr. Jay? *he holds out a chocolate chip cookie, the pockets of his sweater bulging with more cookies.*

Jay: Sure, thanks *he pops it into his mouth, before taking Hamoudi's hand* Let's go catch The Flash, your parents are looking for you everywhere!

Kareemo: *yelling back towards them* I'M SO FAST YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE MEEEE!