**"Flour-Face Fiasco: The Kitchen Chronicles"**

Certainly! Here’s a dialogue-heavy, drama-filled, and funny take on your prompt—with a PG-13 spin and an emphasis on dialogue and awkward situations.

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**Episode 3B: Kitchen Nightmares & Other Side Effects**

*INT. KITCHEN – DAY*

*(The kitchen is a battlefield of flour and suspicious smells. Standing amid the chaos is a shell-shocked ERIC, who, for the duration of “Family Swap,” is now stuck in the body of his own mother, MRS. THOMPSON. The apron clings awkwardly to his—her—figure, and his discomfort is as blatant as the flour caked on his face. His best friend, SAM, walks in, blinking in surprise.)*

**SAM:**
(trying not to stare, voice uncertain)
Uh… hi, Mrs.—I mean, Eric? Or is it just Mrs. Eric now?

**ERIC:**
(jerks around, holding a whisk like a weapon)
Oh, for love of—you can just call me Eric, dude. Please, do *not* call me Mrs. Anything right now.

**SAM:**
(nods, eyeing the disaster)
This is—wow. So this is what your mom deals with every morning?

**ERIC:**
One of many things. Hey, can you help me find the cinnamon? Or just—you know—burn this apron?

**SAM:**
(grins)
You mean your mom’s apron. I dunno, man. You kinda look like you were born for kitchen drama. MasterChef: MILF Edition.

**ERIC:**
You’re enjoying this way too much.

**SAM:**
(smiling)
Why are you only in your underwear and an apron, by the way? Please don’t tell me it’s because pants don’t fit.

**ERIC:**
(frantic, blushing)
Dude, I tried—nothing in her closet fits right, and after the pancake mix incident—let’s just say laundry day is exciting now.

**SAM:**
(laughs, mouth covered)
They didn’t give you a wardrobe stipend or anything?

**ERIC:**
Nope. The producers want it “authentic.” Which means humiliation apparently sells. Would you believe they have a camera crew coming in an hour?

**SAM:**
(nods, understanding)
And you still have to cook breakfast.

**ERIC:**
Yeah, but it’s not *my* breakfast. The show wants “mom’s world.” Mom’s world is insane. Speaking of which.

*(Phone buzzes. Eric peers at it with horror.)*

**ERIC:**
(reading)
It’s my “husband” reminding me to sign up for the PTA bake sale. Because “I” forgot. That’s my actual dad, pestering me about cupcakes.

**SAM:**
(laughs harder)
Your dad scolding you for being a bad wife. I can’t handle this.

*(ERIC throws a pancake at SAM, who dodges.)*

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**Episode 3C: Guests & Good Ol’ Mom**

*Doorbell rings.*

**SAM:**
Let me get that—since you’re, uh, “decent.”

**ERIC:**
With this apron, I’m practically a nun.

*(SAM opens the door; in walks MRS. MILLER, the neighbor. She glances at “Mrs. Thompson” in horror and then recognition as the Family Swap camera crew follows her in.)*

**MRS. MILLER:**
Well, hello there! You’re…looking great today, Laura!

**ERIC:**
(stiff smile)
Thanks. Flour face is *so* in, haven’t you heard?

**MRS. MILLER:**
(leaning in conspiratorially)
Did you get my email about the wine-and-read on Thursday? We’re reading “The Art of Zen, or How to Hide Wine from Your Husband.” You must come!

**ERIC:**
(grimaces)
Wouldn’t miss it. Maybe I’ll bring gluten-free bakery items. Or, like, just the raw dough for people to snack on. That’s healthy, right?

*(MRS. MILLER beams, oblivious.)*

**SAM:**
Can I come for the wine? I can be a very convincing sixty-five-year-old bookworm.

**MRS. MILLER:**
(cheerfully)
Why not? Everyone’s welcome. Except men. Sorry, dear.

*(SAM snorts. MRS. MILLER leaves.)*

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**Eric drops onto a kitchen chair, exhausted.**

**ERIC:**
How does she do it, man? The chaos, the constant interruptions, the… wardrobe malfunctions.

**SAM:**
(smiling, sympathetic)
She probably doesn’t wear the apron look as a fashion statement.

**ERIC:**
I keep forgetting I look like her. The cameras catch every embarrassing mom-thing I do. Last night, I nearly asked my dad if he wanted to “Netflix-and-chill”—and I heard the camera guy choking.

**SAM:**
Yeah, that’s… not what you want.

**ERIC:**
Understatement of the century. Ugh, dude. Wanna stay and help me not screw up taco night? Or at least, make sure I don’t set anything on fire with my… uh… new assets getting in the way?

**SAM:**
(grins)
Wouldn’t miss it. Especially if I get to see you explain yoga class to the camera crew.

**ERIC:**
One word: child’s pose. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

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*(Camera slowly pans out as Sam and “Mrs. Thompson” try to salvage pancakes and dignity.)*

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**FADE OUT.**

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If you’d like more episodes, or specific drama between family members (like Eric navigating school drop-off as his mom!), let me know!

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