[hearing Molly's violin playing] Wowie, wow-wow-wow. What is that? Whatever it is, it's BAA-AA-AAD. It sounds like it's in pain. It must be starving or something. A starving creature is not a good thing for us sheep. We're very tasty, you know. [runs to the flock] Okay, flock, don't panic. Run for your lives!
[The frightened flock stampede, running over Wiley.]
[hears Molly's violin again] You hear that? It's that sheep-eating thing again. So what are we gonna do? I'll tell you what we're gonna do, I'm glad you asked. We're gonna prepare. We're gonna learn what to do in case that thing stops screaming, and starts looking for a woolly midnight snack. First, we gotta figure out what that thing is. Let's say, it's a lion.
Okay, Shirley wants to know what a lion is. Who can answer that? [the sheep just look around] It seems like nobody, except me. And take it from me, you don't wanna know. So imagine instead a giant sheep-eating squirrel. [acts ferocious] Baaaaa! Baaaaa! Now, pretend I'm that squirrel. What do we do?