“look, Billy! It’s Oodles!”
“Yeah and it looks like something’s wrong!”
“Billy! Talula! Come quick! Uncle Lyle’s locked in the barn again and it’s on fire!”
“Oh no!”
*Oodles runs off*
“Hey wait a minute. We don’t have an Uncle Lyle.”
“We don’t even have a barn.”
Stop it! Stop it! First it was terrorists, then George Bush and global warming and now you’re all blaming crab people for something that’s very simple! It’s MY fault. I broke the dam.
Stanley? You?
No. Don’t you see what this child is saying? We can’t spend all our energy placing blame when something bad happens. He’s saying… we all broke the dam.
No. I broke the dam.
I broke the dam.
I broke the dam.
I broke the dam.
No. I broke the dam.
And I broke the dam.
I broke the dam.
I broke the dam. I ran a boat into the dam and I broke it.
“And so it was time to say goodnight.
Goodnight Rock,
Goodnight Stone,
Goodnight stick,
Goodnight another rock,
ugh Goodnight dirt,
Goodnight yet another rock….”
“This is a classic?”
“Goodnight book!"
*Ethyl throws the book away from her*
“GOOD!"
Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12 piece bucket of trouble. But I done struck you a deal. Five hours of community service cleaning up that ol’ mess you caused.
Five hours? Aw, man. Couldn’t you have just gotten me the death penalty?
“And so the tree was marked for destruction. *Ethyl closes the book* And they lived happily ever after. The end”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is.”
“I see more pages!”
“Footnotes.”
“Lying to the Baby!”
“Oh look. There’s more.”