[Hal has just put both feet on the brake of the van to frustrate the silver Volvo.]
Oh good lord Hal, he could have a gun. Just pull over and let him pass.
[The children is arguing with Clyde of an ice cream truck who refuses to sell ice cream in the middle of traffic]
CIClyde the Ice Cream Man
GO AWAY! There is no ice cream in the truck!
EErin
He's lying! There's tons of ice cream in there!
CIClyde the Ice Cream Man
The ice cream in the truck is NOT for sale! It is against the law for me to sell ice cream in the middle of traffic!
This is just wrong! You can make money and please children! This is a senseless act! You are evil! PURE EVIL!
CIClyde the Ice Cream Man
Well... If you kids are not willing to discuss this sensibly.
[The driver goes back into the ice cream truck and shuts the door]
You son of a!
Look, there's nothing you can do!
Yes, there is! I can... I can...
[Screaming, Reese runs forward and head-butts the side of the truck, then staggers back in pain]
And the Nobel Prize goes to...
Hey, you're talking about my brother! Good one.
I'm Jessica, gray Volvo.
Malcolm, crappy minivan.
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