[a baseball crashes through the window, Reese and Dewey come running in with baseball mitts.]
Oh, no! Mom and Dad are going to kill us!
I know what to do.
[A short time later, the baseball has been replaced by a rock with a note taped to it.]
[reading note] "Get out of our neighborhood. We hate your guts." It's either the Lustigs, the Andersons, the Coopers, or the Browns.
It's the Hacketts! Like this is going to bring their cat back to life?
Let's see how they like a taste of their own medicine.
I'll get the car.
[Reese and Dewey share a guilty look.]
