Mom?
[concerned] What was it, now?
Well, are you sure my clock was working? Because I've really been in here for hours.
Your clock was workin' perfectlys. Go back to your room.
That's it. Well, I think I'll call Grandma's. But at least she loves me though. (In her imagination, David picks up the phone in the kitchen. Grandma Thora is phoning from her kitchen with D.W. sitting next to her eating cookies.)
Hello?
Son, this is your mother. What do you mean by punishing poor little D.W.?! (looks at D.W.) Eat up, lovey. You can have all the cookies you want. (returns to call) How can you do that. Look at this little angel. This child is perfect. (A halo appears over D.W.'s head) Punish Arthur. He's the real troublemaker.
Absolutely. Yes, of course, Mom. Arthur, go to your room and never come out!!!
[gulps]


