Matty Mousey

A small blonde boy walks by a taller, more built dark haired boy. They are 10 and 11, respectively.

Blonde : What did you call me?
Dark : What?
Blonde : What did you call me?
Dark : Um. Me? Nothing.
Blonde : I know you called me Matty Mousey. What's your problem.
Dark : I didn't. I don't call people names. I have no idea what you're talking about.

The blonde boy starts kicking the dark haired boy like he knows Karate. After a while he gives up, out of breath. He stares at the Dark haired boy, gives him a dirty look, walks away.

Dark : Bye.