Dan, Chris and others in “The Lemonade Stand Gang”

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Don't worry, I am. For many, many reasons.

It was a simple plan! You turned it into some weird monster streaker thing.

The costume was sweltering. And you wouldn't let me out of there!

So, you didn't accomplish the mission, but you did terrorize an innocent lady in her own home. I'm ashamed to call you my minion.

I'm not your minion! [phone rings] Hello?

Hey, it's getting late. Where are you?

Uh, nowhere.

What does that mean?

[yelling] YOUR HUSBAND'S A MONSTER STREAKER!

Dan, would you please be quiet?

What's a monster streaker?

It's nothing. Dan, just, uh-

I did see something on the news about a guy terrorizing the neighborhood in a monster mask.

That wasn't me.

Chris, what's going on?

It's, well, it's those kids I told you about.

The 5th graders?

They're almost 6th graders.

Good night, Chris. Put some pants on. [hangs up the phone]

I know, buddy. But, yeah. Let's stop so you can put your pants on. [he and Chris arrive at Dan's apartment late at night] Come on. We need to plan our next move.

I'm thinking maybe my next move is to pretend that this never happened. Summer is over soon, the kids will go back to school and- Hey, why is your street deserted?

This doesn't look good. [Dolores rides her bike and runs over his foot] Ow! My foot!

Let's get inside, quickly! [Harold hits him]

[as Timmy sees him] Chris, get up! We've got to get out of here!

Can't move. Save yourself.

No, no man left behind- This is the way I always thought I'd go.

Really?

Well, I mean they're not zombie kids, but basically.

Wallets. Now.

What? You're mugging us?

I blame cartoons.

You come after us, we come after you. You got me? Wallets! [Dan and Chris give him their wallets] Next time you mess with us, you'll lose more than your money. Alright, move out.

[voiceover] This is why I'm never having children.